This is the third of a planned four-part series. All characters, unless otherwise specified, are 18 or older.
Warning: there is a lot of texting in this story.
If Lindsay is texting, it will be
bolded
with the designation
L:
If Stacy is texting, it will be
italicized
with the designation
S:
If Rachel is texting, it will be
underlined
with the designation
R:
Note: If you have not already done so, please read the first two installments for context. Just as a quick summary so far:
Lindsay and Stacy are engaged in a competition to determine who is sluttier.
Rachel is their neutral judge.
The winner gets to unequivocally command the loser to do one task.
At the end of round 8, Stacy is currently leading in points 22-14.
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"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!" I screamed out as the orgasm wracked my body, not caring in the slightest who could hear me.
The driver, whose name I couldn't remember, pulled out of my pussy. His cum began to leak out as well, dripping from my swollen and battered pussy lips. A trail of jizz began sliding down my inner thigh, something I had already felt earlier that night.
I pushed my upper body off the warm hood of his car, which had felt surprisingly good on my bare tits. I squeezed my big boobs back into my top and pulled my panties and jeans up, while the driver did the same. He was a black guy, probably five years older than me. He wasn't particularly attractive or well hung, but I had just really needed someone to fuck me. He had watched me play with my wet and sticky pussy in his back seat all the way to my apartment, so this seemed like a natural way to give him a tip (or rather, he was giving the tip to me).
Without a further exchange of words, I walked away from the alley. I turned two corners and was at my apartment building.
When I had gotten back into my apartment, I stripped off my jeans and panties. They were both smeared with cum and needed to be washed. Much of the evidence from Mitch and Jack's (plus now the random driver's) creampies had been rubbed into my skin, giving my thighs a natural sheen.
Oh well. I didn't want to shower before the next challenge, so I would have to deal with it for now.
L: hey, im back.
R: great. then you're both ready for challenge 9?
S: give it to us.
R: well, so far, i've only tested your abilities at fucking in controlled environments. but a true slut needs to also be a master of seduction. your challenge is to fuck a married couple without either member knowing.
L: so we have to seduce a husband and wife separately?
R: correct. whoever does it quickest and shows some form of evidence wins.
Fuck. This one seemed really hard. I thought of myself as a better temptress than Stacy, so I had an edge there. But still, that didn't mean it would be easy for me at all.
I had done something similar in sophomore year actually, but that was with a huge stroke of luck. I fucked a drunk guy I vaguely knew at a house party, and two hours later, his girlfriend at the time ate me out in the bathroom. I didn't find out they were together until later though and had gotten lucky that both were drunk and unfaithful enough to do it. I was pretty sure they had actually ended up getting married too...
Something told me I would have to put more effort into this one. And I wouldn't have the friendly confines of a party to do it in. I had to find the best place to do it.
S: do they have to be goody two shoes or can they be wild already?
R: doesn't matter. but even if they're swingers, you still have to seduce them separately.
This at least provided some form of olive branch to Stacy and I.
R: this one should keep you two occupied for a while. ill give you both half an hour, and then it starts.
I set my phone down, grabbed a beer from the fridge and started to think. What would be the best way to do this? I figured going the route of an open-minded couple would undoubtedly be easiest. That way, I'd at least know they're open to fucking other people and I wouldn't be trying to convince someone to cheat on their partner for the first time. Plus, that made me feel like such a home-wrecker.
But that still begged the question, where was I supposed to find a couple like this? I couldn't do it online, since then I'd have to reveal that I planned on seducing the both of them. It would be clear if I went to a sex club too.
I wracked my brain for any couples that I personally knew that might fit the bill, but came up with nothing. I was running out of ideas.
Another cool sip of beer drained down my throat. That sparked an inspiration. I knew a bar not too far from my apartment that was something of a hub for swinging couples. They met up and sought others out, but nothing actually went on there. If I could get a couple separated, I'd have an easy job.
Obviously that still meant finding a way out to separate the husband and wife. But I'd figure that out when I got there. For now, I had to move quickly. I had no clue what Stacy had planned, or how quickly she could enact the plan.
I quickly downed my beer and slipped on a skirt without any underwear. The pants and panties had become too much of a bother to take on and off and clean up. Now my pussy could get a little bit of fresh air, and there was better ease of access for a quickie if it came down to it. I liked the look of my half-way open blouse and sweater, so those could stay.
I checked myself out in the mirror. There was still a good amount of dried cum on my face. Some of it had flaked off or gotten brushed away, but if you looked, you could definitely see the remnants of Jack's facial.
After an internal debate, I wiped my face off with a wet wipe. Wearing a load of jizz probably wouldn't be great for seducing a married couple. It did mean that I had to re-do some of my makeup. Once I was done, I was ready and feeling confident in myself. It took me a minute of googling to find the address of the bar, and I called an Uber to pick me up.
On the ride there, the driver played rap and didn't talk to me. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have complained, but after the last time, I suddenly expected more. Oh well. If I planned on getting fucked by every Uber driver I used, I'd probably end up in triple digits in a month, and there was no way I had time for that.
I shot a text over to Stacy in our own conversation.
L: fuck this one is hard. got any ideas?
S: if i did, i wouldn't be sharing them with you. but in all honesty, i'm fucked. what about you?
I shut my phone down. I figured I'd leave Stacy in suspense and give her some extra motivation to fear her lead. I needed to complete my comeback, and I didn't intend to let the trifles of marriage get in my way. I had places to be and people to seduce.
***
I sat at the bar, martini in hand. My eyes scanned the room, searching out potential targets.
Sure enough, there were lots of couples scattered around the bar. I guessed at least a few would be oblivious to the nature of the establishment, so I had to be careful in who I picked.
A couple sat down the bar from me. Early-40s. She had lots of tattoos, definitely open-minded. He looked like a biker maybe. It was a possibility. Aaand they moved over to sit at a table with another couple. No chance now.
My radar pinged again. Late-20s. Both looked clean cut. She was sipping wine. He had a mead in hand. They looked potentially hipster, and maybe free-spirited? No, she was holding his hand tight, with a gigantic engagement ring on her hand. One of the ones to avoid.
There was another couple, maybe in their mid-30s, sitting in a booth just a little bit away from me. I could faintly make out their conversation, and from body language, it was clear they were in some kind of argument.
I looked over the woman. She had brown hair, cut down to the shoulders. She had a cute dress on, but there was certainly enough cleavage to be exposed to tell me that they knew what the bar was for. Her boobs were small like Stacy's, maybe a B, and her butt wasn't much bigger. She was cute and slim, without being supermodel beautiful or having a perfect hourglass figure.
The guy looked a few years her senior. His hairline had begun to recede a little bit, but he overall looked pretty good still. His shoulders were broad with a slim waist, and the sweater and dress shirt he was wearing signaled that he (or perhaps his wife) had a good fashion sense.
They were definitely arguing. It looked like they were trying to keep the volume low, hut her cheeks were flushed, and he was aggressively pointing a finger at her with an angry face. This could be it. Not only would they both be more likely to fuck me if they were in the midst of a spat, but they likely would separate from each other.
I had assumed correctly. The wife picked up her purse and said one last thing to her husband before storming towards the exit. She strode right past me. She was about my height in those three inch heels.
I needed to follow her. I couldn't let her get away, not when I had this great of an opportunity, and a chance to get ahead of Stacy. I put a 20 down on the bar. The bartender had seen me eyeing the woman as she walked out, and presumably knew what I was going to do.
"I'll be right back," I said to him. "Keep the change for now."
I spun and quickly followed the woman out of the bar.
She was still stomping her way to her car in the parking lot. Added bonus for me. Once she left, I knew her husband would be alone at the bar without an immediate ride, giving me the perfect chance to seduce him as well.
Slight sobbing penetrated the night air. The parking lot behind the bar was not particularly big but was completely full. Luckily, it seemed we were the only ones out.
The woman reached her car and unlocked it. The flashing tail lights illuminated me, and she turned briefly to look at me. I saw tears on her face. It must have been a pretty big row.
"Excuse me, ma'am!" I shouted as I walked briskly towards her.
"Yes?" she choked, wiping tears from her face.
"I believe you dropped this on your way out," I said, and extended my phone out. It was a trick I had used more than a few times to wriggle my way into conversations with hot guys. Of course, I usually had to adapt it a little considering my phone case consisted of hot pink rhinestones.
"Uh no, that's not actually mine," she commented. "But thank you though."
"Just trying to be a good Samaritan." Well, maybe not quite, but she didn't need to know that obviously.
The woman opened her door and began to get into her car.
"Um, I'm sorry if this might seem intrusive..." I paused, letting her re-focus her attention on me. "I couldn't help but notice that you were crying. Did someone in there try and do anything to you?"
