Thank you to Kenjisato for editing
"He was such a good dancer. His kiss was so soft. I wish you'd let me have some more." Cassy daydreamed as she tickled her husband's hand during their elevator ride.
"Watching you with that tall black guy just got me going too much. It made me too jealous. The size of him and what I can only imagine was a big dick, just--it just took too much; I had to end the game for the night."
DING. The elevator stopped and Bob and Cassy stepped out, hand in hand. Cassy's heels clicking on the floor, those same heels the only reason they can hold hands comfortably without Bob trying to accommodate his wife's five-foot frame.
"Bob, I know how much this game excited you. I always say yes, and take on everything my potential suitors want, I've yet to reach my limits. Except that ugly short guy. That was the one time I had to say no. But you get to watch from afar and see how much of what I do, you can tolerate. And Bob, see that hard-on of yours, I know your limits are further than you think." With that, Cassy pushes Bob against the wall and grabs at his pants.
"Hey, not here; let's get to the room."
Cassy relents and continues their cuddling walk down the hallway.
"Cassy, the thrill of seeing you give yourself and always say yes to them is amazing. I know I'm the one that loses the game and ends it. But we both win after because I'm so wound up and ready to make love to you."
They get to the door and slide the key in. Cassy stops Bob from opening the door completely. "One day, I know we'll both win the game, and I'll step through another man's doorway where you can't stop what happens."
"Well Cassy, today it's my doorway and you can't stop what happens." Bob pushes the door the way open and gently kisses down his wife's neck. Slowly pulling her shoulder straps off and exposing her perky breasts and dark nipples as the door closes behind them. Bob lays her down and makes love to her with the passion of all their years' of love.
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One month later, Cassy is sitting at an upscale hotel bar looking out across the dining room. Her crossed legs dangle above the floor, her open toed six-inch heels shining as they move to the music. Cassy's long, dark hair and classic little black dress, a nice contrast to her pale skin. With no wedding ring to speak of, and lavender lingerie that was being flashed with every switch of her legs, Cassy was baiting in the brave for another round of their game.
Cassy turned back to the bartender to order another drink when she hears, "Hello," from behind her. She turns and is faced with an older black man, with salt and pepper hair, and a muscular build. She finds it hard not to be disappointed, however, in the fact he's short; probably shorter than her with her heels on. Maybe she would be the one to stop the game today and say no. It was only worth it if she got the big cock she was craving. She decided to play along. It would be fun to tease her husband sitting on the other side of the bar, flirting with a man eight inches shorter than him.
"I must say you look gorgeous in that dress. What's your name?" the man crooned, with a surprisingly deep voice.
"Name's Cassy, thank you for the compliment. What's yours?" Cassy smiled and played with her hair, leaning in as she said it.
"I haven't decided yet, depends on a few things."
"Oh really?" Cassy's eyebrow upturning, "What are these things you speak of?" Cassy stopped moving her legs and planted both of her heels on the stool's lower rungs. She was mesmerized by the man's confidence.
"Well, are you here for a good time?" Without hesitation, he places his hands on Cassy's knee.
"Yes, always."
"Did you wear the lavender special just for today?" a grin spreading over his face.
"Yes, I did. How bold of you to mention my panties so early in the conversation." Cassy taken by his sparkling eyes and soft touch.
"Haha, I'd assumed as much, considering how often and how wide you would uncross your legs. You like being watched, don't you?" He danced his fingers slowly to her thighs.
"I love it, honestly. Am I any closer to your name?" A flush growing over her pale skin as this confident man used only his fingertips to caress her thigh.
"A few more questions. Do you like my hand where it is?" He grinned a disarming smile.
Fuck,
she thought to herself,
this was progressing fast,
but his confidence was intoxicating. She'd already forgotten about his height and likelihood of him not having a big cock for her.
She still hadn't reached her limit, "Yes, I do." Unconsciously she started to part her legs.
"One more question." He leaned in to her, his hand just grazing the lace hidden between her legs as he whispered in her ear, "Did your husband pick these panties out for you?"
Bob had been sitting at the bar watching his wife. Admiring her beauty. Curiously, he thought
why hadn't she ended the game tonight. He was a handsome guy flirting with her, but considering the toys she liked to play with and his own size, Cassy wouldn't want to fuck such a short guy. She likes her pussy stretched. Maybe she was just extending the tease for me. Trying to see when I'd step in. Haha, looks like she's going to be the one saying no tonight. No way she'll want to fuck him.
"Yes, he did." Cassy sat in shock, more from being found out, than having her panties touched by another man for the first time since before Bob.
"Then, my name is Bull. He picked out those uncomfortable but sexy heels, too; didn't he?"
"Yes, he did. He picked out my hair today, too; but how did you know?" Cassy asked, in astonishment.
