Chair Game: Story 3 of The Wife Games by Arla Coopa Page A

actually
fizzled and melted in his mouth. The vegetables were so tender and
the cheese so tangy that they had to have been altered in some lab
somewhere. The drinks were sweet and delicious, but were at the
same time somehow so light that the husbands could just keep on
drinking and drinking as they waited for the competition.
    The screen finally came on to reveal twelve
women standing in front of the twelve doors of a building. These
women were all beautiful. None acted like the women from the first
round at all. No, these were all winners in these games. They
looked poised and ready to go. Each woman wore the colors of where
they came from. Kendra and a red head she’d competed against since
round one wore the blue of their region. None of the other girls
wore the exact same color. The clothes they wore now were like a
man’s long pajamas, not sexy at all. Caleb knew that would
change.
    A voice came from speakers in the balcony,
but from a source they couldn’t see where the women stood. “Welcome
once more to the Centurion Games. Today’s game will feature three
finalists from each state of a four state district.” The announcer
paused. Caleb supposed that somewhere else, Centurions watching
wherever Centurions watched from, cheered and clapped. “The top
three contestants will proceed to one of the three National
Regional Finals. Our judges would like to remind all contestants
that they and their families are in no danger unless they cannot
finish the competition or refuse to participate.”
    That warning was given at every game. So far,
no one Caleb had seen had failed and had to die.
    “Without further delay . . . Let the game
begin!”
    The doors sprung open. Not a one woman
hesitated to rush inside. The screen in front of the husbands
became twelve smaller screens, but still showed the details of the
women better than what could be seen in daylight from five feet
away. Music now played. It was Centurion music, very techno, but it
had another quality to it. It was like something you’d hear from a
very old time, at a burlesque show, but with techno mixed in.
    Inside the rooms, assigned Centurion men—the
lucky bastards—sat in chairs with their hands tied behind their
backs. These chairs were different from the chairs they usually sat
the men in. These were not unlike the chairs the husbands sat in
now, except they looked as if they would recline further. Some of
the women went right to the handles on the sides and reclined their
respective men. Some sat down on the man’s lap, forward or
backward. A couple, Kendra included, stood in front of the men to
make their move. He’d seen Kendra use this basic strategy before.
She liked to take it slow, let things build up. She stood in front
of her assigned man and shook her body, especially her caboose when
she turned to him. Caleb thought the strategy looked good. At
least, her assigned man, a tall black haired fellow, responded. His
eyes grew big and so did his grin. Kendra’s big bubble butt was
awesome.
    Caleb found the redheaded girl from their
region. She was tall, but also had a nice round ass. Of course,
with the pajamas on, neither one could really show off. Red was
sitting on her assigned man’s lap, grinding her butt into his cock.
Caleb didn’t think her man was as into it as Kendra’s was. He noted
that none of the men’s mouths were moving. That had to be a rule.
None of them could say what they wanted the women to do, at least
not now. Otherwise, at least one of the twelve would be talking,
Caleb thought. He noted none of the other men who had women on top
of them looked super thrilled. He supposed they must know what was
to come, which would dwarf what was happening now. Kendra’s
strategy of just showing at this point was probably a good idea.
Let the man just sit back with his imagination for now.

    The song ended and another came on. Last
round, the song had picked up the pace each time. This time, there
wasn’t a noticeable pace change.