Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  Sophie held her breath and watched Jim’s face.

  He stared at the blank screen for a few seconds then turned to her. “Put it on again.”

  “What, replay it?”

  He nodded.

  She walked over to the laptop and restarted the film. As she turned Jim stood up, his cock still sticking out of his open trousers. He led her behind the sofa and bent her over it, putting her in a position similar to the one she’d described earlier for her fantasy with the four men from the bar. They both faced the TV, where once again she was being strapped to the frame.

  Sophie sensed Jim step close behind her, felt his hand brush against the back of her thigh as he lined his cock up, ready to penetrate her. She let out a grateful sigh as he pushed inside her. He fucked her hard, his hands gripping her hips painfully.

  “Ow…”

  He didn’t seem to hear. She looked over her shoulder to see him watching the TV while he pounded her. On the screen was a close-up of her face while she was being licked.

  “Jim…”

  He grunted as he came. He didn’t slow down, slammed her so hard the sofa moved forward on the floor. He finally stopped thrusting, but stayed buried deep inside her.

  Sophie’s legs were beginning to ache. She tried to step back but he kept her there. He leaned over her back, whispered in her ear. “Where d’you think you’re going? I thought you could take all four, one after the other?”

  Sophie laughed. “Jim, I—”

  “It looks like you’re not the gangbang queen you think you are. Maybe your claim to be able to satisfy all those guys in the bar was just wishful thinking.”

  He finally slid out of her and stepped back, allowing her to stand up straight. She walked around the sofa and stopped the film.

  Jim fastened his trousers and headed to the kitchen. “Do you want a drink yet?” he called from the kitchen.

  “I’ll have a beer.” Sophie went upstairs and removed her shoes, stockings and bra. She put on her robe and headed back down to the living room.

  Jim was standing by the sofa with two bottles of Beck’s. He passed one to her and sat down.

  Uneasy, Sophie sipped. Jim had been rough during the sex and she didn’t know if that was due to arousal or anger. Maybe it was both. Maybe her act in the bar had been too much. She watched his face. As so often these days, his expression gave nothing away. “So, what did you think of the film?”

  “I thought it was really well done.” He took a sip of beer, then looked at her. “The picture quality was fantastic, and I really liked how the cameraman concentrated on your facial expressions. I found that much sexier to watch than the clinical close-ups of cocks and cunts that they usually put in porn films.”

  Relief washed through her as he went back to being his old self. At least now she could revel in his comments about the film. She’d been pleasantly surprised by how sexy she’d looked at the height of her arousal.

  “Thank you.” She sat down next to him on the sofa.

  “How did you like being tied up?”

  “It isn’t something I’ve ever fantasised about, but the whole thing turned me on.”

  “The chains and leather?”

  “Not so much that. Gunther told me it was actually for the safety aspect. He said he didn’t want to risk me slipping off. But the fact I couldn’t close my legs or stop him groping me—that kind of enhanced the sexiness.”

  “Did it cross your mind that he could have done anything to you? He could have brought in a few other men to use you after he’d finished.”

  “I didn’t even think about that. G-J was there, so I don’t think that would have been an issue. But on the physical side, I think it’d be nicer to be restrained on my back. Maybe you could tie me to the bed and use me however you want, with me unable to do anything except push against your cock.”

  He smiled. “Maybe.”

  “What did you think of Gunther?”

  “I can see why you liked him.”

  Sophie laughed.

  “How did it feel?”

  She nodded at the TV, even though it’d been switched off. “You saw for yourself.”

  “Yeah, I suppose I did. But tell me anyway.”

  She turned toward him, their faces only a couple of inches apart. She wasn’t sure how far to go after his reaction to her gangbang fantasy. She wasn’t quite ready for the return of Rough-Jim. “It felt big, and it felt good. I think it turned G-J on.”

  “Oh? Did he get Gunther to suck him off afterwards?”

  She giggled. “No, of course not. But I’m expecting my next adventure to involve a well-hung black man.”

  Jim’s eyes widened. “Why do you say that?”

  “It was just a throwaway comment he made—I can’t actually remember what it was now. We were in the taxi on our way back to the airport, and I wasn’t really listening. He said something about how much he’d liked watching me accommodate a big man, and that we all know which men have got the most to offer in that department.”

  Jim took another drink of his beer. “And how do you feel about that?”

  She tried to conceal her excitement at the prospect. “I suppose it’s something I’d enjoy…”

  He laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure you will.” They sat in silence and drank their beer.

  Jim checked his watch. “Bedtime?”

  As Jim cleared the bottles away and turned off the lights downstairs, Sophie took her phone into the bathroom. Clive had written back. He explained he’d be attending a Law Society dinner in Manchester on Wednesday evening, but that he was already booked into the hotel for the night. If she could make it, he’d love for her to attend the dinner as his guest.

  Sophie immediately knew she’d wear the green dress G-J had given her in Bangkok. When she saw his PS at the bottom of his email, she smiled. He’d added that he hoped she’d be able to stay to enjoy the hotel breakfast on Thursday morning.

  She stripped off her robe and quickly showered. In the bedroom she found Jim already in bed—he hadn’t even bothered to brush his teeth. Sophie got in naked and snuggled up to her husband. She wanted to suggest he spend the whole of Wednesday night with his older woman, but now was probably not the time to bring it up.

  Jim seemed distant again, or maybe it was her own imagination.

  “Are you okay?”

  He turned and smiled. “Yeah, just thinking about G-J.”

  “What about him?”

  “He seems to have so many contacts all over the world. Dancers in Austria, ladyboys in Thailand, porn-film makers in Germany. I wonder what sort of things he must have seen over the years.”

  He was right. She’d be happy to imagine this was all new for G-J, but in reality he must have seen and done many things. “I suppose his limitless funds mean he can get pretty much anything he wants.”

  Jim nodded. “And now he wants to see you getting fucked by a big black cock.”

  “Hmm.” She ran her hand down his arm. “Does it bother you?”

  He looked at her. “What, you getting a big cock?”

  She nodded.

  “No, I’m sure you’ll love it.”

  “What about the cock being black? Does that bother you?”

  “Of course not. Why should it?”

  “I don’t know. Some men are funny about that.”

  “Yeah, they’re called racist assholes.”

  She smiled, relieved. “I think it’s more about the men being intimidated by the thought of their wives being used and stretched by a cock much bigger than their own.”

  He shrugged. “You’ve already done it. I’ve just watched Gunther’s monster cock using and stretching you.”

  “That’s true, and you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it made your cock really hard.”

  “That’s because I’m a pervert.”

  She kissed his shoulder, then bit it playfully. “Hmm. I like perverts.”

  “And in the film, you seemed to like getting used and stretched.”


  “Yeah, that’s because I’m a slut.” She looked at his face, her sex already tingling with what she knew was about to happen.

  Their eyes locked for a brief second, then he suddenly pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs and pulled him on top of her. He guided his cock and it slid inside her easily.

  She let out a groan and held his hips, rocking herself against him.

  He raised himself up on straight arms and fucked her hard.

  Although she’d already come twice, each time had been on his fingers. She hadn’t managed to come when he’d fucked her over the back of the sofa, but this time his pelvic bone was grinding against her clit and she started to reach climax almost immediately.

  She gasped. “I’m going to come.”

  Jim banged her harder. “Slut.”

  She looked at his face. There was no teasing smile, but she was too close to care if that was what he really thought of her. “Yeah, I’m a slut. So keep shoving that cock into me. Just keep…”

  Her orgasm was intense and she bucked and bounced beneath him. He came moments later, growling as he did.

  They lay in silence, their feet tangled in the quilt. Sophie thought about his slut comment. There was no doubt in her mind that he was right—she was a slut. She’d had three different men in the last three days. And the day after tomorrow, Clive was going to make it four men in five days.

  Fortunately for her, Jim was a pervert. He got as much out of her being a slut as she did.

  Well, almost.

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  Chapter Thirteen

  When Naomi opened her door on Wednesday evening, she was dressed in a man’s white shirt and her fur-lined, tartan slippers. Jim thought she looked fabulous.

  “Ready to go?” he asked.

  Her smile faltered. “Sorry?”

  “I sent you a text. We’re booked in at the Chinese restaurant, and then the cinema…” He couldn’t keep his face straight any longer, laughing at her expression of panic.

  “You bugger!” She punched his arm as she pulled him into the hall.

  He put his two bags down, slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close for a kiss, thrilled to feel she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the shirt. She smelt of shampoo and tasted of peppermint—she’d obviously just showered and brushed her teeth.

  She pulled back, gesturing his baggage with a nod of her head. “Why all the luggage?”

  “I’ve brought a couple of games for us to play.”

  She smiled at him, obviously thinking he was teasing her again. “Dare I ask which ones?”

  “Scrabble and Monopoly.”

  “Okay…” She nudged his heavy gym bag. “And what’s in this one?”

  “My toothbrush and clothes for work tomorrow.”

  Her eyes opened wide with excitement. “You can stay all night?”

  “If that’s okay wi—”

  “That’s wonderful.” She flung her arms round his neck. “Thank you.”

  He breathed in her shampoo again, felt his cock swell and his heart race. He held her tightly around the waist and kissed her deeply. Eventually she pulled away and led him into the kitchen. “Have you eaten?”

  “No, but I’m not really hungry.” He was too excited for food.

  She nodded. “I’ve got some nibbles we can eat while we’re playing the games, then I can make something for supper later, if you like. Corona okay for you?” Smiling at his surprise, she grabbed a bottle from the fridge and started to quarter a lime. “I know what beer you like, by now.”

  Jim couldn’t stop smiling. He watched her face. She had no makeup on at all, and even though there were a few lines around her eyes and mouth, she was beautiful.

  “So,” she said, passing him his beer. “How did you wangle staying out all night?”

  “It was Sophie’s suggestion.” He almost laughed as her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. “Really, it was. Sophie doesn’t do anything unless there’s something in it for her. She obviously wants to stay out all night with whoever she’s seeing.”

  Naomi frowned. “And doesn’t that bother you?”

  He shrugged, puzzled. “Why should it?”

  “Because she’s your wife.”

  “You know how our relationship works.”

  Naomi took a half-full bottle of white wine from the fridge and poured herself a drink. She looked at Jim after she’d returned the bottle to the fridge. “So tomorrow she’ll tell you all about what she got up to?”

  Jim shook his head. “No, she only tells me about her adventures. She thinks I don’t know who she’s seeing tonight.”

  “But you do?”

  He shrugged. “I think so.”

  Naomi moved close, stroked his arm. “Does it bother you?”

  “No. I don’t care.”

  “Jim, you can’t say—”

  “I’m here, and I’m going to spend all night long holding you. That’s all I care about.”

  She looked at him, and he saw there were tears in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry.” He immediately regretted telling her that.

  She shook her head, smiled. Then she rested her head on his chest, kissed his shirt.

  He pulled her head back and tilted it up to look into her eyes. “What shall we play first, strip Scrabble or strip Monopoly?”

  She laughed and slapped his arm. “I think we should play Scrabble first, because if I have a couple of glasses of wine I won’t be able to spell.”

  They took their drinks and the carrier bag through to the lounge. Jim sat on the armchair and Naomi on the floor. They spent an hour playing the game and chatting about work and the news. Naomi was obviously very aware of what was going on in the world, which was something he and Sophie never seemed to talk about. In fact, the only things he and Sophie talked about lately was the sex she’d had, or was going to have.

  They discussed the recent US election, and neither of them had foreseen the Trump victory.

  “After the referendum on Brexit,” she said, playing the word COVET on a triple-word square, “the US election wasn’t really that much of a surprise.” She wrote down her score and showed Jim the totals: she was a hundred and twenty points ahead.

  Jim frowned. “What did you do before you were a barmaid?”

  “I taught English Language and English Literature in high schools.”

  As she laughed, Jim pushed his tiles away and picked up his beer. “Hustler.”

  “At least I didn’t take up your offer of strip-Scrabble. I could have had you naked in no time.”

  Jim looked into her eyes. “You can have me naked whenever you want.”

  “I know. I’m a lucky girl.” She knelt up by his chair and kissed him.

  They had another drink and more of the savoury nibbles she’d bought, and then played Monopoly for an hour. Jim was leading, but only just. He knew if he landed on her Mayfair square she could clean him out.

  “Naomi?”

  “Hmm?” She looked up, paused throwing the dice.

  “Let’s go to bed.”

  She smiled broadly and dropped the dice, not bothering to clear away the game, the plates or their not-quite-finished drinks. They went to the bedroom and stripped naked and slid between the sheets. They kissed gently for several minutes before Jim eased himself on top of her and entered her slowly. They made love gently. Naomi sobbed as she came, and Jim came inside her soon after.

  They held each other all night long, and made love again in the early hours of the morning. Afterwards, they dozed until it was time to get up. They showered together, then had breakfast at the table in the kitchen-diner.

  He kissed Naomi goodbye and drove straight to work without giving any thought at all to how Sophie had spent her night.

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  When Jim got home on Thursday evening, he took a chicken Balti for two from the freezer and put it into the microwave to defrost. Then he made himself a coffee and turne
d on the TV to watch the news. Sophie arrived home before he’d finished his drink, hung up her coat in the hall and came to the lounge door to smile at him.

  “How was work?” he asked.

  “Fine thanks. You?”

  “Yeah, the usual. I’m doing dinner. Balti okay?”

  “Great. I’ll just go and get changed.” She disappeared upstairs.

  Jim noticed how things had changed between them, in their behaviour. Or demeanour. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt like they were being polite to each other, chatting without actually sharing any closeness, somehow. Which was strange, considering how often they’d had sex since her return from Bangkok and Germany. Jim couldn’t decide if their closeness was something he actually missed or not.

  Sophie came down and got herself a drink of cola from the fridge. She looked at him with a half-smile. “How was your evening?”

  “Great, thanks. Yours?”

  She nodded. “It was nice.”

  There was an awkward silence, then Sophie looked at him with a smile that almost looked apologetic. “G-J wants to take me away again at the weekend.”

  “Okay.”

  “You don’t mind? I mean, I’ve only just got back from the last one and I thought—”

  “It’s fine.”

  “Thank you.” She looked like she wanted to come and hug him, but remained on the other side of the kitchen.

  Jim stirred the boiling rice. Behind him he could hear her taking the plates from the cupboard and putting them in the oven to warm. He tried to make his voice casual and chatty. “Where are you going to this time?”

  She moved to the cutlery drawer, clattering at length. “Jamaica.”

  Jim smiled to himself. “Well, I’m sure there’ll be a lot of big black cocks there for you to choose from.”

  “Jim, I—”

  “It’s okay.” He turned round to look at her. “I don’t care, and I’m not a racist.”