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Authors Introduction --
Gaming is a multi-layered story filled with all kinds of games – casino games, mind games, power games, and, of course, 'sex games' –all taking place on several levels at the same time. The story is set in Las Vegas, Nevada, also known as 'Sin City', the gambling capital of the world. While 'Gaming' is primarily an 'erotic' story, it does contain other elements that make it interesting to me as an author. The story involves intrigue, blackmail, double-crosses, retribution and other elements found in mystery novels.
The protagonists are not typical erotica characters. They are three married middle-aged women (sisters). They are well-heeled suburban housewives who fly to Las Vegas angry because their husbands have gone away on a ten day fishing trip giving the women short notice and leaving them alone without plans. In Vegas the three women win a fortune at the tables and are subsequently blackmailed and sexually corrupted by three much younger men. The story contains scenes illustrating a variety of erotic genres including younger men-older women; non-consensual sex'; group sex; slut wives; lesbian sex; exhibitionism; interracial sex; oral and anal; and toys and fetishes. There are references to incest, though none actually occurs; and, in future submissions, (this is only the first half of the story) there will be some female domination and perhaps (I haven't yet decided) there will even be a scene containing man-to-man sex. It is the author's hope that there is something here to appeal to almost everyone's prurient tastes.
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GAMING Prologue – Family Games
Maureen walked into the house returning from a shopping trip to the mall. She heard the shower running. It had to be Shawn. His car was parked in the driveway. This was his last day at home. He would be returning to University to begin his senior year tomorrow. God she would miss having him home. He was her youngest and favorite son.
It had been so wonderful having him home. Yet ironically she was relieved that after tomorrow the temptation that she'd felt for the last few weeks would no longer be there. The incestuous feelings of lust for her son that had reemerged during Shawn's visit were becoming increasingly difficult for her to suppress. They'd started up again on the first day of his visit and built since then. What triggered those desires was seeing Shawn wearing a skin hugging blue Speedo swimming in the pool with his fiancée Jennifer as Maureen observed the growing bulge forming in Shawn's crotch. She imagined that Jennifer would soon take care of the problem. Her mouth watered. God! Sometimes she would give just about anything to be able to change places with her future daughter-in-law. She'd fantasized about sucking her youngest son's cock from the time he was thirteen. She'd resisted the craving every time, just as she was trying to do now, but he was so tempting. She could feel itching, dampness and tingling sensations in her crotch. Maureen had experienced similar feelings about her older sons Ryan and Erik too, but with Shawn the yearnings and forbidden desires were more frequent and much stronger.
Maureen's husband, Steve, had been so busy with his growing surgical practice for the last year that he'd hardly had time for her. But, he had a vacation coming and maybe they could use that time for her to quench her considerable sexual thirst, which Shawn's visit had only exacerbated.
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Peggy lay on her unmade bed, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her lovely velvet dressing gown was untied and open at the waist. It gave her the opportunity to view the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. Peggy had to admit that she had a great figure. She would be fifty in a week and a half, but she had the body of a woman half her age. She had long shapely legs; a lovely firm ass; a firm belly; and, best of all, her perfect 36 C breasts, crowned by large aureoles and three quarter-inch long bullet shaped nipples, were firm and not at all saggy. Plastic surgery had taken care of that. God she was horny and how she loved sex, so how come she was married to a small dicked husband who had no sex drive. Worse than that he suffered from premature ejaculation. Not once in twenty-seven years of marriage had he ever been able to wait long enough to have Peggy warm up. This morning was no different. Edward had left for the office only minutes earlier having blown his wad and leaving Peggy high and dry as usual. She opened the drawer in her nightstand and pulled out the long, metallic cylindrical vibrator that she frequently used to satisfy her sexual needs.
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They had fought over the usual things. Brian wanted more sex and Barbara wanted to spend more money. As usual the argument was very loud and heated. God! Brian could be miserly, Barbara thought, denying her the lovely necklace she had seen at Tiffany's and that she couldn't resist wanting to buy. In an act of vindictiveness, Brian had cut off her access to his credit cards and her own were maxed out. Brian left in a huff, frustrated by Barbara's refusal to give him what he wanted most – a blowjob. He'd actually begged her, acting like a little kid, tears in his eyes. She had given him head only once before, and that was on their honeymoon, twenty years earlier. She told him afterwards that she'd found the experience of having a penis in her mouth repulsive and disgusting.
"Little twerp" Barbara yelled as her husband slammed the door behind him. What a wimp Brian is, the wuss thinks he needs to beg me for it. If he were a real man, he wouldn't ask – he'd demand it, he'd take it, he would force me to do it! She thought. Barbara liked being taken and used. She took out her cell phone and speed dialed a number that she saved for the times when her horniness overwhelmed her.
GAMING Part 1 - Luck Is No Lady Tonight
(Three middle-aged sisters fly to Las Vegas angry with their husbands. They win a fortune at the dice table and become 'game' stalked by three much younger men. The young men are college fraternity brothers with less than honorable intentions looking to cash in of the women's good fortune by any means necessary.)
Maureen, a very pretty, plumpish woman wearing a purple dress leaned against the table rail, nervously drumming the nicely manicured fingers of her left hand against its lacquered surface. She stared intently at the red and white plastic cubes resting in her fleshy right hand. Then she closed her palm and made fist. She brushed the tightly clenched fist to her lips and whispered "lady luck please be good to me one last time!" She shook her closed hand vigorously and felt the dice rattling inside them. Her sisters, Peggy and Barbara, flanked her --- massaging her shoulders in a gesture of support. The three women fashionably dressed were obviously well heeled. A huge stack of casino chips lay piled up on the table front of them. A fortune would be riding on the outcome of one toss. The sisters had already agreed that this would be their last roll of the dice this evening – win or lose.
The three women had arrived in Las Vegas earlier in the day. They would not have been there at all but for an inconsiderate action by their husbands'. The three brothers'-in-law had hastily scheduled a fishing trip to a remote river in Alaska. They'd be gone ten days leaving their wives stranded and alone. This announcement did not sit well with the three ladies. They were so infuriated, in fact, that it took an unusually generous offer from their husbands' to placate them. Each husband wrote a check for $5,000 from his own personal account made out to his wife. "You can spend this anyway you like and no questions will ever be asked," they said. Then packing only their outdoor gear and fishing tackle the husbands drove off to the airport. They were in a so much of a hurry to leave that they'd neglected to kiss their wives goodbye.
When their anger finally subsided, the three sisters decided to pool the money. "Hey, I know, why don't we fly to Vegas, we can splurge and really indulge ourselves." Barbara suggested.
Peggy agreed. "That's a wonderful idea, sis. Let's see if we can make airplane and hotel reservations, so we can leave tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'm still hot under the collar about the way Steve and the guys abandoned us. He's been so busy with his practice lately. When he gets home, all he wants to do is eat dinner, and wind down then it's off to sleep. I was really hoping we could use this time off for a little romantic getaway. It's been much too long, if you know what I mean." She double winked. "Maybe a little hot casino action will cool me down!" Maureen wisecracked.
It was an extraordinarily busy week in Las Vegas. Using their frequent flyer miles the ladies were able to get airline reservations. Getting a hotel room was another matter. There were five major conventions in town at the same time and all of the good rooms were already booked. The sisters' were used to first class accommodations and were not about to settle for staying at a sleazy motel. Peggy, the oldest sister at fifty, solved that problem with a single phone call. She contacted one of her friends, recently widowed, who owned a luxurious vacation villa in Las Vegas. The woman was glad to offer Peggy and her sisters the use of her home.
A large, noisy crowd was gathered around the craps table. Most were drawn there by the action and the incredible winning streak of the three middle-aged women. Many in the crowd had been betting with them and letting their own bets ride with the fortunes of the lucky ladies. Maureen held onto the dice for nearly an hour, and after a slow start she'd either made her point or rolled an unlikely combination of successive sevens or elevens. Standing in the crowd unnoticed up until now were three strikingly handsome young men. Like the others in the boisterous crowd they'd been drawn to the table by the excitement surrounding the lucky streak. Down on their own luck, the three men were fraternity brothers. They had been attending a national convention of 'Greeks'. They had lost not only their own stake but also some of fraternity's funds that were entrusted to them, which they had foolishly gambled away and not invested in a new IFC program like they were supposed to. Nearly broke, they watched the three ladies with increasing interest.
