The Magician's Assistant Pt 1: The Games Begin

As the night of celebration rolled on like a neverending feast of the yore, a palpable taste of excitement hung in the air of the living room.

On either side of a makeshift barrier of two towels, stood John, loving husband of Kelly for fifteen years, and Shaun, the 'pretend' boyfriend of the same woman with whom the housewife had been having an affair for the past two months.

In front of them stood Kelly, the woman of both their desires, in her all-white ensemble - a mini skirt and a low-cut top. The contrast of her slutty, bare flesh on display and the angelic aura of the whites along with her innocent smile made both the participants' cocks twitch in anticipation.

"John's first task: Get ten kisses from Kelly. 30 seconds."

John smiled widely as Kelly ran into his arms, showering him with kisses. John reciprocated in earnest, kissing his wife without inhibition in front of the onlookers. This moment, these kisses felt so right to him. They were still making out like horny teenagers when Sharon called time.

"Shaun's first task: Give 3 hickeys to Kelly. One visible, two hidden. 30 seconds."

John watched in envy as Kelly slipped through the gap to the other side. After an initial bout of giggles, he saw Shaun plant a kiss on his wife's neck. As his lips moved away, the husband gasped to see the housewife sporting a fresh hickey.

After a couple of seconds of hushed anticipation, Kelly could be heard moaning quietly. The couple on the other side of the barrier were below eye level for John now, so his imagination was driving him wild.

Kelly's head emerged over the towels a few moments later. She was adjusting her top, blushing the whole time. "Nice place for the hidden hickeys, eh?" Shaun was fist bumped by his best friend, Dave.

Before John could react, Sharon's voice bellowed.

"John's second task: 10 spankings. One minute."

The husband's eyes went wide as Kelly emerged through the gap to his side again. In 15 years of their marriage, John had never once spanked his wife. She was a grown woman, for fuck's sake!

Kelly noticed the hesittation on John's face. She held his hand, assuring him 'It's ok, it's ok' over and over. "I know it's completely new territory for us, but this is just a game, and I want us to win baby. OK? Can you do that for us, baby? Please?"

With a weak nod of the head, John agreed. Kelly kissed him on the lips, before bending forward, her inviting ass sticking out from under the miniskirt while she held onto Olivia for support.

"Forty five seconds!" Sharon's voice boomed.

"Please, baby? Punish this bad girl? I've been so bad today baby." Kelly cooed, trying to coax a reaction out of John.

"Oh, really? What have you been up to, bad girl?"

"I let Shaun give me hickeys on my tits, baby", Sharon whined, her voice breathy now. "Do you want to see?"

John's half-drunken mind was debating whether this was another act from Kelly, or the genuine truth. Unsure, the intoxicated husband gently slapped his wife's ass, barely making any sound.

"Is that the best you can do? Especially when he gave me this?" Kelly pulled the top over her left boob to show John a mark. A bite mark. Clear as day.

John immediately lost it, visibly frustrated at the lewd display from Shaun to make the 'pretend' appear real. In a semi-drunken haze of lust and rage, he started slapping Kelly's ass.

Thwap!

Thwap!

Thwap!

The sounds resonated throughout the entire room, catching the entire gang off guard. Who knew John had it in him?

Kelly was moaning, her ass beet-red, face a mix of pleasure and pain, trying to process the entirely new sensations of John being so aggressive with her. She had to squeeze her thighs together because her cunt was twitching uncontrollably.

After ten spankings, Kelly stood up. Spinning around, she grabbed John by the neck, kissing him on the lips, only to be interrupted by Sharon's voice.

"Shaun's second task: 5 slaps while Kelly calls herself dirty names. One minute."

John looked at Kelly's reddened, somehow even sexier looking ass scurry over to the other side of the towels through the gap. He saw Shaun and Kelly share a laugh before the young co-ed slapped the housewife sharply across the face, none of their smiles fading one bit.

"I'm a whore, baby."

Another slap rang out in the room, this time followed by a prolonged whimper and a quiet moan from Kelly.

"I'm a fuckdoll, Daddy."

Slap!

Slap!

John Couldn't quite place the location of the slaps as they were obscured by the towel, but from the movement of Shaun's arm, he inferred they had to be somewhere on Kelly's torso. Her chest? Tummy? Her... Boobs?

"Mmm Daddy. Fuck. I'm your cumslut. Your bimbo bitch."

Shaun pulled her closer, his lips locked onto her in a passionate kiss. After what felt like an eternity, he released the kiss, whispering something quietly into her ear. John saw his wife's eyes go wide in fear.

Slap!

John saw the 'pretend' boyfriend's hand move in the same direction as before, albeit a bit lower, which then moved down sharply. It drew a sharp cry of 'fuuuck' from Kelly, as she let out a small yelp, her entire body arching forward in apparent pain. "Motherfucker! Not the cli..."

Shaun grabbed her by the hair before she could finish the sentence, pulling her head up to hold it inches close to his own face. "Tell everyone what you are, babe."

"Fuck. I'm a cheating wife. I'm a whore of a cheating housewife."

John felt his cock stand out in a full erection beneath his pants. The 'pretend' sex talk was going straight to his head. It was only pretend, right? Right?

"John's third task: Talk to Dave about Kelly as if she's a famous pornstar. Focus on her sex life. Two minutes."

Sharon's boyfriend Dave, who hadn't had much to do all evening, jumped at the opportunity to partake in the ongoing debauchery. Going over to John's side of the towel barrier, he fist-bumped the husband, saying 'Wassup, bro?' in a friendly tone.

By then, Kelly too had come over through the gap, striking a pose before John, one hand on her hip, the other on her head, her mini-skirt clad ass jutting out and tits pouring out of the top. She looked like a goddess of lust, oozing sexual energy through every pore of her body.

"Go on. Use her body as your fantasy material. Think of it like a pornstar who looks like Kelly, who's also named Kelly. You remember the little trick I taught you, right?" Sharon calmy reminded John. "Talk about how sutty she is in those dirty, nasty porn videos. Talk to Dave as a bro."

Hesitating, the distressed husband looked at Kelly, looking for any kind of assurance. His loving wife mouthed an 'It's OK' at him, indicating she was comfortable with it. Taking a sharp breath, John started berating his own wife. Rather, a pornstar who looked like his wife, right?

"Dude, look at that pornstar. Isn't that the whore Kelly?" Calling his own wife a whore hit John's heart with a pang of guilt. But Kelly seemed OK with it, and she also wanted to win the game so badly. The loving husband decided to push through with the act.

"Oh, you mean the girl that's trending in the cheating wife category? But I heard she's this really loving wife?" Dave was putting his own spin on the act, coaxing John to be more vulgar on his own accord, rather than pushing him into it.

"Oh bro, you have no idea." Sweat collected on John's brow as he spoke. He was visibly straining himself to **** his own loving wife.

"She's this massive fuckdoll everyone seems to talk about. I heard she's such a cumslut she swallows every drop of cum she gets. And by God she gets a lot of loads."

John was trying to incorporate the dirty names Kelly used in the previous round. He reasoned to himself that those names seemed to be her favorite ones, so she would be happy to hear those again.

As soon as John finished speaking, Kelly changed her position, this time kneeling on the floor on her knees, air-jerking an imaginary cock in her hand into her mouth. It was apparent that she was trying to encourage her husband to keep berating her to win the so-called game.

"Lots of loads? Where is she getting so many loads from, bro?" Dave was having a lot of fun just planting ideas into the naive husband's head. In response, Kelly exaggerated her hand movements, grabbing multiple imaginary cocks out of thin air.

"I heard she fucks around a lot, Dave. Like, she goes crazy when she sees a hard cock. You thought she was acting like a needy, **** bimbo bitch in those porn videos? They were all real for her."

Although to John it was strictly a fantasy - I mean, Kelly would never do something like that, right? - connecting the imaginary Kelly to his own loving wife was confusing his drunk brain. He was starting to lose his grasp on reality.

"Oh, you don't say? I wonder what her poor husband thinks about it. He probably has no idea, right?"

John looked at Kelly, unsure how to respond, looking for a hint of guidance from her. She moved her head from side to side, gesturing no to him.

"He has no clue, bro, that the love of his life is such a cheating housewife. It's probably for the best, since I think if he ever found out, he'd dump her right away."

"Oh, look at you, John. Sooo cute! Do you think her husband is a fucking loser? The cuck?"

The slap rang out so loud everyone in the room stared at disbelief. Kelly had gotten up so fast, Dave had little time to react before her right hand landed sharply on his face, knocking him back. He fell on the couch on his ass, eyes wide at the shock.

"Try talking like that again, and I'll fucking end you." Kelly's voice was ice-cold, chest puffed out, her eyes glaring at him.

Seeing the situation was going out of control, Sharon rushed to the brunette, trying to calm her down. She was still seething, hissing 'This is not what we agreed on' at Sharon through her teeth.

"Everyone, lets take a break. We'll restart in five minutes, OK?"

She hurried Kelly into the bedroom, locking the door behind them.

... ... ...

"What the fuck, Kelly? Why are you hitting my boyfriend? Are you out of your mind?"

"I told you, Shar. I told Shaun. You don't fucking talk like that about my husband. He's off limits."

Sharon stared into her eyes, seeing into her soul. "You really love him, don't you?"

"What gave it away?"

"Kelly, I'm serious. How do you justify fucking around with Shaun when you're this much in love with your own husband?"

"I love being Shaun's girlfriend. He makes feel things I didn't even know existed. But my heart belongs to John. No matter how many times Shaun fucks my brains out, that is not gonna change."

"Do you hear yourself, Kelly? How absurd you sound?"

"Who says I get to love only one guy, Sharon?" Kelly looked back into the gorgeous green eyes of the blonde. "I can love two guys equally, can't I? What's wrong with that?"

"Do not try to have the best of both worlds, bestie. Both your worlds might crumble down faster than you can imagine."

"I'm willing to take the risk, Sharon. I'm that dumb bitch who hopelessly fell in love - twice", Kelly smiled ruefully.

Sharon felt conflicted - she wanted to destroy the fucking two-timing housewife, but such an honest admission from Kelly has given her a pause, causing her to rethink how to approach the whole situation for the night.

"Fine. I get it. You love John. You love Shaun. You fucking love everyone. But you ruined the entire party for everyone. Do you think that was nice?"

"I'm... I'm sorry Sharon. I lost my cool. I didn't..."

"That is pointless now. What's done is done. I'll see that Dave behaves. And you'll have to apologize to him too sometime later. But I need you to be the fun Kelly now. Life of the party Kelly. Not the violent, out of control version of you. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes Sharon, I can." Kelly was feeling embarrassed now for acting out like that. She ruined the entire mood of the house. She had to make it up to them somehow.

"I'll be your fun Kelly."

"Good girl", Sharon said, before planting a full kiss on the housewife's lips. Surprised, Kelly returned the kiss, slowly at first, then with much more passion, her lips trailing Sharon's cheeks, neck, jaws, eyes.

"Sharon, wh... What's going on?"

"Just wanted to remind myself what the fuss was all about with Carol today", said Sharon, blushing, her mind reflecting back to the last time the two of them made out in the school bathroom.

"Come with me, Kelly."

... ... ...

Outside, in the living room, the mood was much more somber. Both John and Shaun had lost their erections, sitting awkwardly on the couch. John was still fully clothed, while Shaun had opted for a blanket over his laps. Was he naked under the covers? It was hard to tell.

To pass the awkward time, Deacon had gone on to make cocktails for everyone, including a 'special' one for John as per Shaun's suggestion. The poor husband had downed the drink in one gulp to calm his nerves, unsure of the conversation taking place in the bedroom.

He looked at Dave, sulking at one corner of the room. His pride had certainly taken a hit, thought John, before the effects of the drink delivered quite the hit to his own gut. He felt dizzy and disoriented, his vision blurry and thoughts jumbled.

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened, and Sharon walked out followed closely by Kelly who was looking straight into the floor, embarrassed to make eye contact with the people in the room.

"Everyone, listen up. Kelly and I talked - we decided it was stupid to ruin the fun of the night orver something so trivial. So, we're gonna act like nothing happened, and this little whore here will owe an apology to Dave later. How does that sound?"

Seeing everyone nod in agreement, Sharon turned her focus to the couch, where the two romantic partners of Kelly sat side by side, looking like deer in headlights through all this. "Shall we begin?"

The girls quickly resumed their setup with the towels, before Shaun jumped up and stood on his side of the barrier, shedding the blanket. John thought he saw the flash of naked flesh under the waist there for a second, but he could bot be sure.

For his own part, the husband stood up with great difficulty, practically using the couch as support. He looked through his bleary eyes at his loving wife - she looked just as slutty and angelic as before. God, he was such a lucky guy to have a wife as hot as her, wasn't he?

"Now, before we were so unexpectedly interrupted", Sharon stole a glance at Kelly, "I believe it was Shaun's turn next, was it? Are you ready, big guy?"

The young stud broke into a sly grin. "You know I am, Shar."

"OK whore. On your mark."

"Ready, set, GO!"