Free Skin Game: Story 4 of The Wife Games by Arla Coopa Page A

like to remind all
contestants that they and their families are in no danger unless
they cannot finish the competition or refuse to participate.”
    That warning was given at every game. So far,
Caleb had not seen any woman who’d not finished.
    “Without further delay . . . Let the game
begin!”
    All twelve women moved in without hesitation.
In each room, a Centurion male waited in a chair that looked as if
it could recline all the way to flat. The males usually wore the
flashy clothing of the Centurions’. These men wore nothing. Their
arms were strapped to the sides of the chairs. The women just stood
there and waited. This too was unusual. Usually, especially in the
later rounds, they rushed to get to work, trying to be the fastest
at making their assigned man cum. The big screen split into twelve
smaller screens, but with the detail of the picture, the women
stood out more than they would have from a few feet away in
daylight.
    “Okay ladies,” the announcer said. “We’re
going to start with right hand only.”
    All twelve ladies went forward. Some of them
reclined their man anywhere from a little to flat. Some just knelt
or stood beside him.
    A song came on. It was one of the upbeat
techno songs the Centurions so loved.
    Kendra had reclined her assigned man flat.
That made sense, with her being short. She looked at him and smiled
as she caressed his package. Her assigned man, a tall, nerdy
looking guy, smiled and lay back. He kept his head tilted up, like
he wanted to keep looking at her. Caleb didn’t blame him. Kendra’s
big blue eyes contrasted very well with her curly black hair.
    The man’s cock quickly grew hard. Caleb
looked around and saw all the other cocks had hardened. That made
sense. The Centurions science had allowed their little island to
take over the world in a matter of days. He supposed it would be
able to cure erectile dysfunction too. Besides, it wasn’t hard to
get hard with a hottie rubbing your cock. No man came during the
fist song.
    After the first song ended, a new song
started, and the announcer said, “All right, ladies. Show us what
you can do with just your face, and don’t let those rods slip into
your mouth.”
    Kendra didn’t adjust her man. She lay her
face flat against his penis and looked up at him with pouting lips
and big eyes. The little extra swell in his penis was clear. He
kind of squirmed a little. Kendra nestled her face all over it,
without once letting those big peepers stop looking at him. She
rubbed it on her cheeks, ran her nose over it, ran her lips over it
without taking it in or even puckering. Caleb’s cock was hard too.
His wife’s ass was world class, but she had a face that was cute
and pretty at the same time, adorable, maybe would class too. It
looked like she had a chance of finishing this with her face alone.
And here came the mixed emotions in Caleb, the ones he’d never tell
her about in a million years. He wanted her to win. He really did.
But at the same time, he wanted to see more. He loved thinking
about these games while he fucked her, and this game had a lot of
potential. He looked around. Lots of girls were doing well with
their faces. Their assigned men seemed happy enough. But only
Kendra’s assigned man had that sort of discomfort, that
squirminess, like he was trying hard to hold back his ejaculation.
Sometimes the sound would focus in on one room if that room had
something worth hearing. It went to Kendra’s room, where the nerdy
guy made high pitched noises. Caleb didn’t think they were allowed
to talk, at least not right now, but if he could have talked the
nerd would probably have said, You got me too excited. Stop. I
don’t want to cum yet.
    It seemed immanent, but that was okay. Caleb
enjoyed seeing the man’s cock on his wife’s face, and finishing
quick guaranteed at least one more round.
    But the song was short, ending quickly.
Kendra had to remove her face from the cock, giving the man a few
seconds to