In backgammon, on a wish
Not everything should always be done by the book – sometimes you need to be a bit mischievous to add extra joy to existence! This existence, this daily grind, with its entrenched habits, daily routines, and weekly routines, drives all emotions deep into... Well, deep. Except for the negative emotions, which for some reason don't hide but, on the contrary, swell and expand in the process of daily life – existence.
It's a bit tricky, of course, to break the routine of everyday life, but it's not hopeless. It's important to decide to do it: find a reason, come up with an occasion. For example, play strip poker – followed by something more fun, naturally! Or
even better – play backgammon for wishes. For example, for oral sex or for demonstrating self-pleasure.And what's wrong with that? In the first option, the winner blissfully relaxes, offering themselves to the oral caresses of the one who was unlucky this time. Although – how to put it! Caressing a loved one, giving them sexual pleasure using lips and tongue, is also very pleasant. Especially since the one doing the caressing isn't preoccupied with themselves, their own enjoyment, and has a wonderful opportunity to admire their partner's orgasm.
And in the second option, to watch as the loser brings themselves to orgasm, comment, film it...
Anyway, said and done. In response to Oksana's suggestion to play backgammon in the evening, I set a condition: the loser masturbates, the winner admires.
As expected, Oksana refuses, pouts, and goes to the kitchen. Hmm... I knew that would be the reaction – why did I start it? I go after her to make up. Oksana turned away, pretending to fuss with coffee.
– Oksan!
– Oh, leave me alone! You only have one thing on your mind.
– But it's with you, not with someone else. What's so bad about that?
– Still. You only think about sex.
– What sex? – I feign indignation. – No sex at all. If you lose, you'll just please your hormones, that's all. And if you win, you don't even have to watch me please mine. And I'll try not to yell too loudly.
– I don't want to.
– You don't want to play backgammon? I don't believe it. Like Smoktunovsky – I don't believe it!
– Not Smoktunovsky, Stanislavsky. I want to play backgammon. But the other thing – I don't want to.
– What other thing? Another man instead of me? – I'm now fooling around recklessly. – If it's another man, then play backgammon with another man!
I approach Oksana from behind and firmly grab her butt. She likes it, I know, so I perform the procedure without fear.
– So? Shall we play? – I squeeze her buttocks even harder.
– Alright. But the rest – later.
– Today!
– Today.
We drank some coffee, sat down to play. What kind of bad luck is this? Oksana's pieces just keep rolling, and mine – one-two, two-three. I was already getting used to the thought that I'd have to masturbate, and all the pleasure of watching such a spectacle would go to my beloved, but then she rolls six-six three times in a row, and her whole combination of pieces falls apart at once.
Oksana got a little sad but kept fighting until the very end. With difficulty, with a lead of only two pieces, I managed to win. I see – Oksana is about to pout again. Need to cheer her up.
And how to cheer up a woman? Very simple. You need to provoke a sense of contradiction in her.
– Alright, fine, I forgive you. You don't have to pay off the loss.
– Oh no! As we agreed. I'll do everything honestly. Later, in the evening.
Which is what needed to be proven. I'm looking forward to the evening spectacle, but I don't tease anymore so as not to scare her off. But apparently, I can't always hold back a satisfied smirk, because from time to time Oksana says something through her teeth like: "Alright-alright! Don't get too happy..."
Is she plotting something? We'll see.
Finally, evening comes. "Ksyusha-Ksyusha-Ksyusha, fresh from the shower!.." As expected – in her pajamas. Not a word about the "card" debt. Businesslike, she starts making the bed, and I go to take a shower before bed. Curious: will she pretend she forgot? Or come up with a valid reason to postpone it? Like, maybe later it will be canceled and forgotten. Or she'll get out of it somehow?
I return to the bedroom – just as I thought: Oksana is under the blanket, eyes closed. However, the light isn't off, just dimmed. No way! I won't let her get out of her promises so easily!
– Hey, girl! Where's the exemplary demonstration of self-pleasure?
Silently, without opening her eyes, Oksana throws off the blanket and appears in all her glory: in red lace panties with an intimate slit at the crucial spot, which I gave her once on the occasion of another anniversary of our meeting. In her hand – a toy she recently chose for herself at a sex shop after long consultations with the saleswoman, looking, feeling, and pondering: a natural-looking latex cock, very similar in feel to a real one.
I sit down next to her on the bed and watch Ksyusha's hands, then the expression on her face. It's clear that all these manipulations are pleasant to her, but her face is still more sly, and her eyes, through half-closed lids, are watching my reaction. So, the finale is still far off, and the whole concert is ahead.
Now Oksana begins to moan softly, and the phallus lingers more and more in the clitoral area. Leaving her nipples alone, her free hand slid down to assist the thinly singing device.
Fingers spread the lips, and the head pushed into the vagina – once, twice, three times, sinking a little deeper each time. Needless to say, the sight doesn't leave me indifferent. I really want to intervene, but according to the rules of the game, I can't participate in the process, and I just lightly tease my own equipment, watching as my artificial "colleague" penetrates deeper and deeper inside Ksyukha.
The clitoris is now at the mercy of her fingers, and the phallus, with slow back-and-forth movements, seems to be sucked in by the vagina. Wow! I've never seen it go so deep before. Now Oksana isn't just moving it back and forth but also twisting it left-right with each penetration, and rubbing her clitoris faster and faster.
I pulled my buddy out into the open too, squeezing it with my hand, gently squeezing my scrotum. No need to watch Oksana's eyes anymore – they're open, but they don't see anything, I think. The moaning stopped, and only the focused, coordinated work of two hands remains. One pushes and twists the phallus, the other dances more and more intensely around the excited clitoris.
No, can't do this, stop! With effort, I force myself to stop kneading and tending to my equipment, I remove my hand.
A beautiful sight! I don't often get to see my beloved in an orgasm achieved by herself, without my participation. It's just a pity it ended quickly: the toy is taken out, placed on the nightstand by the headboard, and Oksanka's gaze is fully conscious again... and cunning!
– Well? Did you enjoy watching?
– Very much! – I honestly admit.
– Then turn off the light, and – good night!
– What about me?!
– I don't want to know anything! I paid off my loss. And you – as you wish. You can sleep, you can amuse yourself.
– Fine then! – I huffily threw off the blanket and started fiddling with my equipment. To my great surprise, nothing decent was working out for me!
– Wait. Turn towards me. Come closer.
I came closer. Ksyukha reached out her hand, touched my buddy – and he instantly rose up.
– Turn off the light and lie down. Yes, like this, on your side...
Very quickly – with her hand, and then with her lips – Oksana brought me to takeoff. As she assures me, just before ejaculating, the buddy becomes a little bit sour, and she most often releases it from her mouth at that moment so I don't spill onto her tongue. This time, even though I jerked out of habit to exit, she didn't let me go for some reason. At the very moment when the internal spring, ejecting sperm, compressed to the limit to shoot, Oksana pressed my scrotum with her hand and covered the hole on the head with her tongue, pulled the skin on the cock to the limit... and I properly yelled!
It's been a while since I came like that – powerfully, sharply, emptily, piercingly.
Our next backgammon game a few days later was already under different conditions. However, no less interesting and pleasant! But that's another story...