Mike and I have been married for a number of years now. Early on we made an agreement with one another in order to keep our marriage exciting and alive. We also established three very simple rules to live by. One, we promised one another to not let petty jealousies interfere with our marriage. Two, that we would always discuss things with one another and come to an agreement before doing anything. And three, that we would always keep an open mind to the possibilities available to us.
During the course of the years, these three simple rules became the foundation of our life style, relationship and happiness. We had an incredible sexual relationship. Neither one of us forced anything upon the other that we didn't want to do. Though in truth, I cannot think of anything I didn't try at least once and willingly. I may not enjoy some things over others, but following the rule of keeping an open mind, I feel Mike and I experienced and enjoyed things that we might otherwise never have known.
Like any long time married couple who truly loved and appreciated one another, we also established a level of trust that unfortunately we did not see nor find in many of our friends marriages and relationships. Mike and I could enjoy and experience many things that they could not. Not matter how much they might want or wish to.
Part of what kept things exciting for us both; was we loved to play games. This was something that we'd begun the first year of our marriage together. It certainly kept our sex life entertaining as well as exciting. As it has been late long into the night. But sometimes the intensity still burns and lingers long after the body finally gives out from exhaustion. In other words, I was still horny. As I began pulling out the things from the refrigerator that I needed to prepare breakfast, just seeing the strawberry's, whipped cream got me aroused, and got me thinking at the same time.
I had heard Mike get up and head into the shower a few minutes ago, so I knew I still had some time to make myself ready for him. And I was determined to make this the most interesting breakfast he'd had in a long, long time! I got the pancakes going, cut and sliced the strawberry's just the way he liked them, and then got the whipped cream all ready to put atop his breakfast stack. Hearing the shower finally turned off, I knew it would only be a few minutes more before Mike would come down the stairs and ask me as he always did….."What's to eat?"
A short time later, all was ready and waiting for him when I heard him finally begin to descend the stairs from the upstairs bedroom. Breakfast was ready and waiting for him. And the look on his face when he came into the kitchen to see that I had prepared one of his favorites was priceless.
"Oh my!" Mike exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen.
I was nude, lying on our kitchen table. I had placed two rather large pancakes strategically over my breasts. Each of these had a small "cone" of whipped cream with two ripe luscious strawberry's perfectly placed atop each of these. Another small dab of cream, with a single strawberry filled my naval, a mixture of strawberry juice and cream then served as a pathway to the triangular patch of cream, and several strawberry's some of which he wouldn't know about until he actually started eating.
"Shit Debra. You are fucking amazing!" Mike said in wide-eyed wonder. And I was pleased as well as excited as I lay there on my back looking at him and enjoying the expression on his face when he had first seen me. That look turned to sudden worry and seeming disappointment however when we both heard a knock at the door.
"Oh fuck!"
"What?" I said, still lying as I was, paying no heed to the knock at our door. "Don't answer it. Hell, it's only 7:30 in the morning!" I added.
"You forgot. I told you on Wednesday that Bruce and I were playing golf this morning."
Bruce was one of Mike's old college buddies who had recently moved into a new home with his wife near us. They'd run into each other at the grocery store and had gotten to talking about old times. As they had always been avid golfers in college, the first thing they had done was plan a golf outing together. And of all days, it had to be on the day that I had decided to become Mike's breakfast.
"Damn!" I said, sitting up slightly then, one pancake falling off my left breast and landing face down on the table. "Can't you tell him to wait until you've finished eating?" I asked someone teasingly and suggestively, and still just as horny as ever, if not more so in fact.
That's when I saw that familiar "look" on Mike's face.
"Want to play a naughty game?" He asked looking at me.
As horny as I was, I wasn't about to give up on everything I'd done for him, and if anything, the idea of some kind of a game being involved now only intensified the excitement I was already feeling.
"Ok….here it is." Mike began. I'm going to invite Bruce in. I'm going to explain to him you've fixed me a wonderful breakfast that I cannot possibly duck out on. I'm going to bring him inside, and invite him to wait while I finish eating."
"And?" I said…….now curious where all this was headed.
"And……the bet is no matter what you say or do, Bruce won't join me for breakfast. He might stay and watch; though he may chose to wait outside in the car, or even leave for all I know. But "you're" job is to entice him to join me for breakfast."
"That's it?"
"Not quite. You can't say a word to him. Not a single solitary word. If you do, no matter what happens, I win. Deal?"
"Deal! And the prize?"
"You get to pick the movie tonight!"
"Done!"
Like I said, sometimes the game itself was the real prize. The reward was usually nothing more than a personal victory with very little significance attached to it beyond that.
Admittedly, I was a little nervous. I had never met Bruce before and had no idea how he might react, had no idea what he even looked like, or if I'd even be attracted to him. For all I knew, he was some frumpy college geek with a pot-marked face and broken nose weighing four hundred pounds. Of course…..that was all in my imagination. Even Mike wouldn't do that to me.
I watched him leave the kitchen and head back out into the front room to answer the door. I thought briefly about replacing my fallen pancake, but then looking down sort of liked the way I looked with one breast uncovered, sticking out like that, and a little whipped cream smeared about it as though Mike had already started in on his breakfast when his friend had shown up.
I could hear the sound of Mike's voice as he welcomed Bruce inside. Heard the brief conversation as he told him that I had made him a very special breakfast surprise, and that he didn't dare run out to play golf until he'd at least eaten some of it. I heard Bruce's understanding laugh then too, as well as acceptance to come inside while Mike ate.
I was even more nervous now; especially knowing they would soon be walking through the kitchen door at any moment. But I was incredibly aroused too. I might have quite a few very juicy strawberry's sitting up inside my pussy, but it wasn't the only juice that Mike, perhaps even Bruce would find there.
Seconds later the kitchen door swung open, and in entered Mike, followed almost immediately after was his old college buddy Bruce.
"Holy…………" Bruce said, not finishing his sentence. He immediately looked at Mike and then back at me. And then once again at Mike with a questioning look on his face.
"Bruce….this is my wife Debra. Debra, Bruce Hollingsworth."
I almost said "Hello". But caught myself at the last moment. Mike was a stickler for the "rules" once they'd been established. Had I have said even one word, I'd have lost the bet. Instead…I merely looked at him and smiled, moved slightly, and felt the last remaining pancake start to slide off my breast since there was a goodly amount of whipping cream that was making it rather easy to slide off my newly exposed tit with.
Bruce continued to stare at me. A combination of shock, surprise, and a near boyish grin which was also trying to break free as I continued looking at him laying there naked, saying nothing.
Mike immediately moved down towards the end of the table. He stopped briefly in order to lick out the one single strawberry and droplet of whipped cream from my naval. He immediately moved down then, sat down in his chair, scooted it up so that he was positioned perfectly, and proceeded to dine on the breakfast I had prepared for him to eat.
Bruce looked like he was ready to bolt. I am sure they had pulled some stunts and experienced some college type of shenanigans while going to school together in the old days, but I'm not sure that he'd ever experienced anything like this, even with Mike until now.
I was on the verge of losing the bet. I could see Bruce's hesitation, even as his mouth opened and he fought with whatever words he could manage to say and make a hasty get-a-way.
I fixed his gaze with one of my own, and taking a strawberry from between my legs, lifted it up to my mouth and gently sucked it.
Mike hadn't said I couldn't move or "do" something to entice him. Only that I couldn't talk. Sucking on the strawberry, which coincidentally was large enough and perfectly shaped like a head of a man's cock, I licked it, teased the very tip of it with my tongue, and once again slowly sucked it inside my mouth where I made sure my cheeks sucked in so that Bruce, as well as Mike could see and tell exactly what it was that I was doing to it….and in a sense, could be doing to either one of them as well.
To my relief as well as delight, instead of turning around and leaving like I was sure moments ago he was about to do, Bruce instead reached out and taking one of the kitchen chairs, pulled it away from the table and immediately sat down. It would have been nice if he'd simply have sat down and helped himself to the dangling pancake perhaps that was literally hanging by a hard stiff nipple. But unfortunately, he'd pulled the chair far enough away that that simply wasn't possible. At least he hadn't left…so the "game" was still on. And though Mike might be winning at the moment, I wasn't about to throw in the towel just yet.
What Mike didn't realize until it was too late, is that he basically turned things around for me. As I felt his tongue snaking inside my cunt digging for the fresh succulent strawberry's, the pleasure and thrill I was feeling from it was not only caught in the look in my face, but in the inescapable sound of pleasure as I moaned and then sucked in that strawberry nearly swallowing it whole.
I kept my eyes riveted on Bruce, and ensured he was seeing and knowing exactly every sensation, every little pleasurable thrill I was experiencing. Once again, I dipped another strawberry; this time producing one with a little whipped cream on it. This I smeared on my face, around my mouth, and then licked it off where I could manage to reach it, all the while watching him as I did.
