The Games We Play Ch. 01

The Games We Play, Ch. 1

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I usually put warnings at the start of my stories because I often write about subjects some find offensive. This story is about a very sexual and dominant wife and her accommodating and submissive husband. There is infidelity, cuckolding, and chastity. Fun themes for some, distasteful for others. If you fall into the second category and still read the story, remember you were warned.

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I am Julie, my husband is Scott and we have been a mostly happily married couple for many years. This is the story of how we made a major shift in our marriage covenant and how it now has us happier than ever. OK, this might be a story about how I am happier than ever and since it's my story, it is my happiness that counts most. It is not that Scott isn't happy, but his happiness falls more into the no pain, no gain category, while mine is just plain bliss. So perhaps it is a story about how we are both getting what we need from the relationship and ultimately getting what you need makes one happy.

It is also the story of the games we now play. The games started out small and frivolous but now they are serious and about to get even more severe, in fact you would likely be accurate if you concluded that we surged past the game level and were now playing for keeps. My husband is exiting the country for six weeks and while he is gone, my lover, Evan, is going to take over Scott's role as man of the house and first man in my life, and both Scott and I are nervous and excited. We BOTH want this, it is a serious game, in fact, we both understand it might move past the game stage. But we are OK with that. After many years together, our new life as relationship and sexual game players has us feeling alive and in a weird and wonderful way, it has us feeling closer to each other than at any other point in our marriage.

My husband leaves for six weeks every year to Europe for visits to his company facilities there. My husband is the VP of Global Supply Chain and is likely going to end up the company President soon. He is highly competent, people love working for him, and he makes a very good living.

We have been married since a year out of college, dating through most of college. We raised 2 great kids, and both are overseas working. Our son is a supply chain professional working for a German company in Hamburg. We used to tease him about his second major in German; turns out he knew what he was doing. Our daughter is about as far away from business as possible helping to run a NGO in Chile that is teaching the indigenous people how to meld sustainable farming practices with their traditional ways. Both kids love what they do, we just miss them.

Me, I teach fitness classes at a local club, I occasionally teach a couple political science classes at the community college, and find ways to stay busy, mainly through volunteering. I have a master's degree, but spent my younger years being a mom first. We had David when we were 22, and Sarah 2 years later. It was tough to be such young parents, and we missed out on a lot of typical young people stuff, but now we are still not quite 50, our health is great, and we are empty nesters. Life is pretty good for us.

Which gets us to where we are now. As I drop him off at the airport, I am nervous. He seems to notice. We are in an interesting situation; work side and home side of my husband are both in the car with me. Scott is a very different person at work than he is at home. It is one of our games. Even though I am dropping him off so he can begin a work trip, it is home Scott that speaks. Home Scott is submissive to me, seriously submissive, and he is about to take a very deep dive into the depths of his submission. However, at this point, he only knows some of the new rules of the next level game we are going to play. He thinks we are jumping our game to level X, but he is soon to find out we are jumping it to 2X. Thus, I remain quiet and let submissive Scott speak. He tries to reassure me that our new level, a level he first suggested, is going to be good.

"You shouldn't be nervous, just let things evolve. You get to be completely his for six full weeks. There is no doubt you are going to enjoy that. In addition, I get to experience the amazing angst of knowing that my wife's lover has completely taken over my life, and we have no idea what our relationship will look like when I return. If I weren't fully locked away in my chastity device, I would be seriously hard. This is such a hot game we are going to play. Julie, enjoy this! Be his, fall in love if that is our fate. All I know is I will always be there for you in what ever role you need and want for me. You have been his sexually for almost three months now, and it has made you as happy as I have ever seen you. You need to know if it is real. This gives you six uninterrupted weeks to find out. And six uninterrupted weeks of, what were your words, "life altering sex!" I don't expect to come home to the same woman I am leaving, but as long as the woman I arrive home to is happy I am fully committed to the next six weeks, and then, whatever follows."

Everything he said is correct, but all I could do was nod in agreement. The plan had evolved for a while, but at this moment of truth, I was struggling to stay committed to it. Or at least I was struggling with not just blurting out the new parts of the plan Evan and I were adding. We wanted the reveal to be slow, shocking, and deeply humiliating for my husband. Why be so cruel? Because that is the way my husband wants this game to be played. This new, longer-term, higher intensity game was actually his idea, but as usual, I had tweaked it a bit and was about to take it further. So, I wasn't nervous about the plan we had hatched together. I was nervous about how I had ramped up that plan, with the help of my lover, and it was time to bring that enhanced plan to life. I was nervous because I wanted the reveal of the new plan to be a deliciously humiliating experience for my husband, just as the plan itself will be.

What was the original plan Scott suggested and just spoke about? He is referring to our original plan. He is referring to the fact that one of my fitness students, a man named Evan, has been my lover for a while now and he and I are going to try on life as a real couple while my husband is gone. In fact, when my husband walks away to start his journey, I am going to call Evan and begin life as his full-time girlfriend. It started with Evan flirting with me and when I told Scott about his flirting a few months ago, instead of getting mad, he confessed it turned him on to know I was still driving men wild and that the thought of me with another man was a fantasy of his. He confessed it was a serious and real fantasy that held a powerful sway over him. Things progressed from there. You could argue that the game Scott most desperately wants to play is one where that fantasy comes fully and painfully to life. He had confessed to me that the fantasy burns inside of him and each time I help him live it, the sensation touches him deep inside his weird brain and it is a sensation he just can't get enough of. It is his addiction and like most addictions, it needs to be fed. We are about to test how much feeding he can really handle, which is really his other addiction. He loves to test himself, push himself, and he loves to win. In this case the line between winning and losing will be a difficult one and by most measurements his win will look like a loss. But that just makes our game even more compelling to my husband.

Our games began way back at level one, the fun and frivolous level and didn't have anything to do with Evan. We just started being a bit more adventurous in the bedroom mainly revolving around me taking charge. Adding in Evan's flirting was just a way to make the bedroom games we gladly played with each other a little more edgy. It took us perhaps to level two, but it started us towards the level 10 experience I was about to launch us into. I was about to do something to my husband that was going to make him realize that we were jumping from double AA ball to the major leagues. He told me a couple months ago he loved our games and every time we upped the ante in our games, he loved it even more. So, I took a deep breadth and pushed all my chips in. I spoke calmly and confidently. I reminded myself to go slow and make it count.

"Before you go, I have two things I need to tell you." I said without letting my nerves come out in my tone. "Things Evan and I have discussed and have decided to add to the plan. Evan wants them, but ultimately these changes come from me. I strongly desire these things and I expect you to accept them fully." Evan and I had discussed these things, but it was my decision to actually do them, and Scott needed to know that. My husband needed to know that it was his wife who was making the game harsher. I didn't want to blame Evan. Scott needed to understand these demands were coming from me directly, the wife he had agreed to submit to.

Scott looked at me, "I am guessing these are not debatable." My tone had succeeded. He read the situation correctly.

"Not in the slightest. These are happening. I decided these things will happen and thus, you will accept them." Since we had a relationship reckoning about 18 months ago, I had become dominant in the relationship and Scott had become my submissive pet. A pet I loved dearly, but my pet, nonetheless. He thus understood that my statement was true.

Scott looked at me with a "go ahead and tell me look." I found my confidence. I spoke matter of factly and revealed the new plan.

"First, our usual unlock and release game is going away. We are not doing a long-distance unlock of you to play once a week. In fact, you are not getting unlocked at all. When you take off the travel-friendly plastic device you have on now and put on your regular device and lock yourself back up after you land, you are to put the key in the lockbox as we discussed, but I am not giving you the combination unless there is a real emergency. You are not to pleasure yourself when making the switch and once you make the switch, you are going to spend the entire six weeks locked up. There will be no supervised releases, in fact there will be no releases at all. You are going to be in a state of full denial for the entire six weeks. Do you understand."

I didn't ask him if he agreed, I asked him if he understood. It had taken the first six months of our shift into our dominant/submissive roles before I had the confidence to speak declaratively to my husband instead of making everything open to discussion. Even though I was nervous about how far I was expanding our game, I did not want this to be a discussion, I intended it to be simply a matter of me sharing the information he needed in order to be his obedient self.

"So, when I send you my confirmation video of the switch, the lock-up, and placing the key in the lockbox, I will be sending you a confirmation of my condition for the entire time in Europe?" Scott asked sounding defeated, but he rallied and continued. "I will of course severely miss getting to masturbate for you as that is always fun and obviously, I enjoy the release. But I understand you make the rules, so six weeks it is. I have never gone that long, but I guess I will have to rise to the challenge, sort of speak, and we can spend our time together laughing at my frustration!"

Poor Scott, it was about to get much worse for him. I was now feeling confident, so I laid down the other part of our game without hesitation, and with a casually confident and authoritative tone.

"Actually, that gets to the second part. We are not going to spend time together while you are gone, in fact, we are not going to communicate at all. No texting, no calls, no FaceTime, no emails. I don't even want a postcard! I am going to be Evan's girlfriend and he doesn't want me communicating with one of my ex's. And while you are gone, you qualify as my ex. I will be fully and completely Evan's woman starting in a few minutes and I readily agreed to his request. It will allow me to fully concentrate on being his exclusively! So, while it was Evan's request of me, understand my going dark to you is the choice I want to make. I don't want to communicate with you while I am Evan's because that choice will make Evan happy, and thus it will make me happy, and our happiness is what matters. You will be able to communicate with Evan directly via text. However, he will choose what he tells you and what he shares with me. That channel is available for serious communication needs only. I will not reach out to you even once. I have promised Evan I am his, and only his, for six weeks, and I am going to be true to that promise."

I had caught Scott totally off guard with this. Scott started to protest. I laughed at him which was my favorite way to express my dominance over him. "Go ahead and complain, but it doesn't change the fact that it is happening. You have no say in the matter. Plus, once you get past the shock you will realize you want all of this. You wanted to be in chastity, you wanted me to cuckold you, and you were the one who suggested I be with Evan full-time while you are gone. So, you wanted all of this, and I am giving it to you. I just added a bit more to the experience because this was never about you, and what you wanted. Remember, I command, you submit."

"I know, but part of the experience that I crave and that I love is the teasing and back and forth, plus I still just love talking to you."

"That might be true, but Evan comes first as I belong to him now. Unlike you, he wants me for himself, and I am going to fully give myself to him. So, what you love and crave is irrelevant. As I said, this isn't about you." With that I navigated on my phone to my husband's contact. I pressed the delete contact button and the required confirmation tap appeared.

"Now be a good cuckold and hit confirm and delete yourself from my phone. Take yourself out of the picture like you did when you agreed to chastity and to be cuckolded. Do it because your wife prefers not to be distracted as she enjoys life as Evan's woman!"

The confidence with which I said that surprised me. My confidence stayed strong as I held out the phone so Scott could delete himself. There was only a slight pause, but then he obediently hit delete. I couldn't help but laugh at how deflated he looked. I had truly blindsided him with this and I was testing his submission to me big time. I loved it! My tone became somewhat playful, somewhat condescending, and sbsolutely authoritative.

"Excellent, but we aren't done yet my submissive cuckold. There is one more step. You obviously know my number, so let's just take that temptation away." I fiddled with the phone and quickly had the blocked numbers screen up. "Type in your number, and then hit block. In fact, do your mobile and your work number. And a bit later I will block your email addresses." I handed him my phone and supervised his efforts. I teased him hard as he did it.

"That's good baby, block yourself like you locked yourself! Eliminate yourself from my life like you did when you locked yourself in chastity. You took your dick out of the equation, not that I have missed it, and now you are taking yourself fully out of the equation because the only equation I am part of now is Evan + Julie. And it is going to be a crazy good equation, and it is going to be the center of my life for six glorious weeks! Heck, 20 minutes after you leave, I won't be thinking about you at all. My life is going to center on Evan and the intense pleasure he creates. God it is going to be great!"

Scott completed the process. He looked entirely defeated. I was winning this round of our game and I stayed committed to my dominant path.

"Evan will text you, so you have a message when you land. And your response needs to be the confirmation video of your locked self. Just the video, no other message, no requests to speak with me. We want verification you are successfully locked up and the key secured, and then we have no other reason to communicate. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's a good cucky. Now, leave. Walk away and understand I am going to spend six full weeks giving Evan every opportunity to make me his. I for one, think he is going to do so easily, and when you return, you will be out. You will officially move to second, likely a distant second. Think about that for six weeks. Think about your wife becoming Evan's woman on all levels and you not being able to do a damn thing about it. Oh, two last things, Evan is going to move in while you are gone, and I told him he could use your car while you are gone. He says thanks!"

Scott was speechless and stunned. Not because of the car, even though his Porsche SUV was his pride and joy, but because I took our game playing and made it feel very real for him. I didn't intend to leave him for Evan, although I did intend to become entirely Evan's while he was gone. I had that kind of compartmentalization ability. It is mostly men who can wall off different parts of their lives and keep seemingly disparate life paths going simultaneously, but in our relationship, it was I who had the greater ability in this area. When Scott returned it was likely that I would have Evan stay living at the house at least for a while just to keep the fun going. I already was thinking about how delicious it would be to have Scott living in the basement bedroom while Evan and I lived as a couple above him. But as harsh as I was being with Scott, I knew I would miss him, and not communicating with him was going to be hard. But I also knew he would love the challenge of complete abandonment.

Scott won most games he played, and I just gave him a difficult game to play, and I fully expected him to win that one too. In this case, winning would be defined as surviving and even enjoying his six lonely, humiliating weeks thinking about his wife being entirely another man's possession. I know Scott, his brain will torture him as it envisions everything that Evan and I might be doing. Of course, his brain was likely to be accurate in this case because Evan and I had already agreed to throw ourselves into each other and play our own games, games that involved us having wildly great sex, and games that allowed the idea of us being a real couple to flourish. I planned to play the game equally hard with both of my men.

So ultimately, I also intended to win. I would have a remarkably great time with Evan and know that my loyal husband would return still devoted to me. If you throw in Evan, who is going to have me as his for six weeks, we were all planning on a win-win-win situation. For Scott, this six-week game was likely to deepen the submissive cuckold status that he craved. Part of the reason I had changed the rules of the game at this late stage was about 2 months ago he told me he really wondered how deep his submissiveness went. Well, I just gave him an opportunity to find out. He was shocked now, but we both knew I would welcome him back and have my cuckold husband be part of my life always, regardless of how deep his cuckold status became. But for now, I wanted to send him away fully defeated, and based on the look on his face, I had succeeded. This was still a game for us, but it was a very intense game, and the reality was that I enjoyed playing at this next level. I also knew that he would soon enough realize just how well I had played and tip his hat to my performance.