NO ORDINARY GAME, CH. 01
Amanda had always been a good girl.
A work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years. This is a cuckold story about a husband who wants to share his wife with another man.
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CHAPTER ONE
The sun had set and the western Colorado sky was a deep indigo. Already, the brightest stars were visible and soon the whole expanse of sky would be black and thousands of stars would sparkle overhead as in the most ancient of days. Sy looked up to the heavens and wondered about time so immense and distances so vast the human mind could scarce comprehend it. The logical human mind was not meant to understand such things, Sy thought. The infinite was best approached with the heart, not the head.
It's like love, he thought. He understood his love for Amanda at a deep, visceral level. He could not explain it. Words seemed trite and insufficient. He had no aptitude for poetry but loved his wife with a poet's heart.
Sy thought Amanda the epitome of the feminine, of the good, and of the beautiful. Sy's friends kidded he was pussy-whipped but Sy never took offense. He was totally devoted to his wife.
Amanda was one of those women who garner lingering looks wherever they go. Men cast surreptitious glances and women turned their heads when she entered a room. Amanda noticed but never let her beauty go to her head. She was friend to many and gracious to all. Sy's heart melted every time she smiled. In his mind, his wife set the standard for feminine
pulchritude.
Sy smiled to himself. He knew his vocabulary was large but that didn't make him a poet.
Pulchritude.
That wasn't the right word. No, his wife was more than beautiful. She was a complete woman. Medium height, athletic build, long raven hair that extended down her back, and a full figure. Everyday he marveled over his good fortune that Amanda was his wife.
He thought of his Boy Scout motto from long ago.
Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.
Mandy was all of those things, he thought. Didn't they let girls be Boy Scouts, now, he wondered? Mandy would have been a good scout, he thought, always prepared.
Sy remembered how Mandy had been ready for any contingency. When they were dating, Mandy had condoms in her purse for the times Sy forgot. She carried hand wipes, Band-Aids, and safety pins. She could recall the whole grocery list from memory if they made an unexpected stop at the grocery store.
She was a very smart woman, he thought. She was probably smarter than him, and that probably explained her rapid rise in the corporate world and her handsome income, which now eclipsed his own. Sy was proud of her but uneasy about their disparate incomes. Mandy could be his rival as well as his lover, he thought; the perfect wife who might take over a whole family, including him.
Sy looked at the sky again, now dotted with tiny stars and the broad, diffuse sweep of the Milky Way. Mandy was like the night sky, he thought, expansive and hard to fathom. When he looked into her eyes, he looked into the depths of the infinite.
Back inside his house, Sy paced the floor, back and forth. Again he peered out his living room blinds but outside, the street was still empty. He checked his watch. She should have come home by now.
Where was she?
Two miles away in a grocery store parking lot, Amanda also checked the time and started her SUV. It was time to finish the drive home. She placed a strong breath mint on her tongue, mussed up her hair, and put the car in drive. She was tired. She had just spent twenty minutes killing time but she had done it for her husband. It was part of her tease and part of a game they were playing. It was
the game.
Amanda's responsibilities at work meant it wasn't unusual for her to get home late. She had always called or texted if she was going to be late.
But 45 minutes late? Without calling or texting?
Sy was checking his watch again when he heard the garage door going up.
She's home!
Sy
went to the utility room and opened the door to the garage. He anxiously watched Amanda emerge from her car and she smiled at him. Right away he noticed her disheveled hair. She stopped in the doorway for a kiss.
"How was your day?" Sy asked, holding her close, taking in her warmth and floral scent.
"Okay," she answered, pulling back to kiss Sy on the lips. It was a perfunctory kiss, meant to get past him and into the house. What she most wanted was to put her feet up and have a glass of wine. It had been a long week, made more stressful by
the game.
"How did everything go? You know..." Sy asked with excitement. Amanda kissed Sy again, this time on the tip of his nose as she pulled away to walk toward their bedroom. She could tell he had noticed her minty breath and mussed up hair.
"I'll tell you all about it after I take out my contacts and get out of these heels. Pour me glass of wine and meet me in the living room, okay?" she said over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor on her way to the bedroom.
Sy watched her walk away. Her trim figure and luscious bottom were well displayed in her black pencil skirt. Her raven hair billowed down her back in contrast with her tailored white silk blouse. Under the blouse, a thin white lace bra gave her breasts ample freedom to move and suggested the possibility of detecting a nipple if the fabric was pulled tight or the light just right. Amanda's breasts were beautiful, full teardrops, not overly large but proportioned perfectly for her medium frame. When her breasts were bare, her nipples were prominent nubs that pointed up and outwards.
She walked up the stairs and her long hair swung in counterpoint to the sway of her hips. Sy marveled again at his good fortune. She was such a sweet and gorgeous woman! Their love for each other had not diminished after eight years of marriage, nor had their carnal desires for each other.
Their careers were firmly established and they had been talking about starting a family. Sometimes they 'played the odds', as Sy liked to call it. Mandy could not take birth control pills so they relied on an old-fashioned diaphragm and spermicidal gel, a less than totally effective method. Sometimes, for added excitement, Amanda would 'forget' to use the gel or even 'forget' to use the diaphragm at all.
Neither liked condoms. An important part of their lovemaking, especially for Amanda, was savoring the exquisite sensations of her slick vaginal walls stretched by his rigid, bare penis. By squeezing and relaxing her pelvic muscles, Amanda could milk her husband's penis and in spite of his best efforts to hold back, cause him to ejaculate at her will. She loved to exercise that power! She loved to feel him tense up, hear his sudden gasps and shouts, and feel his hot seed spurt inside her and spread warmth throughout her pelvis.
Sy often pined like lonesome puppy for Amanda when she was at work, or any time she was away from him. He wanted to follow her up the stairs but he held himself in check. In truth, he was always desperate for her. Sy knew he was clingy and he tried to give Mandy her space but
the
g
ame
, as they called it, had been driving him wild. Tonight she had promised she would tell him everything that had happened during the last four weeks since
the game
had begun.
When
the game
was new, Sy had pestered Amanda everyday after work for details until finally, exasperated, she had told him to hold all his questions until
the game
was further along. If Mandy had a fault, it was her delight in teasing her husband and making him wait. It had been a long wait for Sy but tonight was the night she finally told him everything about the past month.
The game itself was simple. It had started with Amanda dressing better for work. She had spent money on new clothes and shoes. She had upgraded her hairstyle, make-up, and nails. She had received professional instruction at a downtown modeling school regarding style, make-up, poise, walking, and the subtle ways a woman could pose to draw attention to herself without being blatant. Sy had told her these were skills any business woman must have if she wanted to rise in the professional ranks. But Sy had also wanted to build her flirting game.
Glenn Talbot was a division vice-president and he reported directly to Mr. Simmonds, the president and CEO. Glenn occupied a tenth floor corner office with an expansive view of the city and distant mountains. He was tall, over six feet, lithe, and had short, wavy blond hair with a touch of gray. His easy-going manner projected friendly authority without being overbearing. In social situations, he assumed an easy leadership role and put those around him at ease.
Amanda found him ineffably sexy. His mature angular face, soft hazel eyes, and his crinkly smile lines never failed to bring a smile to her face. She didn't hide it well and her boss was well aware of her regard for him. Ever since he had hired her six years ago, Glenn had rather successfully suppressed his reciprocal feelings for Amanda.
Glenn was married and had a daughter only a year younger than Amanda. He thought of Amanda as a daughter because it was safe and maintained professional decorum in their relationship. He strove to keep his feelings in check but in truth, Glenn's and Amanda's mutual admiration was keenly felt by both.
Amanda's abilities had been recognized early and she had quickly risen in the company. She headed her own department from her office located on the same floor. Amanda was loyal and she had looked out for her boss's best interests. On occasion she had accompanied Glenn to meetings, both in and out of town.
Sy knew his wife held her older boss in high regard, just as he knew Glenn adored his wife. Strangely, that knowledge didn't upset him. Occasionally Sy wondered about himself.
Aren't husbands supposed to be jealous of their wives, at least a little?
But his wife's special relationship with her boss didn't anger Sy at all. If anything, and for reasons he didn't understand, he encouraged it. Hence,
the game.
It was Sy's idea that Amanda try to excite her boss's romantic interest. Although reluctant, Amanda went along to please her husband.
Amanda couldn't understand why her husband wanted her to flirt. Couldn't that lead to inappropriate behavior? Is that what Sy wanted? No, Sy explained, he trusted his wife to keep her behavior within bounds and he judged Glenn would do the same. Sy just wanted to hear about it and be an observer.
