Play the Game

by C.S. Silverne

lesbian being called Daddy,

Get married, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

He’s my best friend. But, my best friend is currently and profoundly pissing me the fuck off.

But after the day I’ve had, I’m ready to choke something. Better the steering wheel than another human, I guess.

At least my camera, somehow, didn’t take the damage. Just my ego. And my good mood.

The man is a green flag with his open-phone policy, and yet a red flag for the exact same reason. Is that what kids are now calling a beige flag?

“I am going to kill you, for real." “Baby…” the word rolls out of his mouth smoothly, “you love me too much for that." My eyes roll.

The cons of marrying your best friend? He knows how to make you all warm, gushy, and full of butterflies. I should've let my butterflies stay rotting and decaying like they were as a traumatized teenager.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Simon, make sure everyone is ready and in full gear, or they can suck my left tit.” I then address the group of friends, lovingly annoyed. “Nyx, Asher, and Rhodes…that’s not an invitation. Be fucking ready.” Asher’s sweet voice comes through again. “Oh, c’mon! But I could leave the prettiest marks. I told you that I could be the goodest boy fo⁠—”

The amount of tattooed, unbelievably hot men and women around me—made even hotter by their mostly anonymous personas—is enough to send entire clans of e-girls and gamers into a frenzy.

“Oh sweet, baby boy,” I say, exaggerating my tone into a faux mock. “At least you did good and listened to Mommy by being in your full gear, hmm? Maybe I should reward the puppy after all, huh, Simon?” I ask, turning back to my husband with a smile as Asher lets out a genuine whimper from beneath his mask.

My eyes roll. Men.

“If one more person flirts with my fucking wife tonight, I’m kicking their asses.”

I truly can’t help but let my mind wander to everyone’s comments from just hours earlier. Simon’s possessive touches and words. Asher’s begging, pleading, and overall good-boy being self. Nyx’s flirtations. Even Rhodes, once he was done being an asshole and commenting on my smell, had winked at me a few times under his sheet…after he had caught me staring at his veiny and muscular forearms just a little too long.

Multi-tasking. Thank you, ADHD medication.

I think he deserves a little payback while he is having his fun with our friends. Just in a way that will make him weak in the knees. Like the good wifey I am.

Sloane went back to our place to get a head start on editing all of the photos she took of us at the convention today. I feel it was to appreciate my friends in their cosplay gear comfortably, away from the judgmental eyes at the convention. Who can blame her, I openly ogle them all the time. They’re hot.

His cat comes straight towards me, weaving in and out of my legs. Rhodes goes straight to the kitchen to put out Rouge's wet food. Seeing that big man melt for that cat is something I never thought I would witness, but he rescued Rouge when he was a kitten last winter. And now that black cat runs this apartment like it’s his.

A CAT MAN. WE WON.

I hit play on the video I know was sent to just me—but at the same time, she knew I was here gaming with the group…maybe she wants them to see, too? Maybe I want them to see? No, I know I want them to see, but does my wife?

We talk about opening our marriage often, but never end up going through with it. Not because either of us is unhappy with one another, but because both of us are bisexual. It only makes sense to be able to explore and eventually add to our perfect marriage. Why keep all the love we have to offer to just us? It just hasn’t been the right time… But today looks to be the day.

But to see my wife's fantasies come to life, it would all be worth it. And selfishly, my fantasies would be coming true, as well…

It’s been too long since I’ve been this close to another man, and fuck, have I missed it. His citrus and woody scent fills my senses. It’s heady.

Asher breaks the silence, lifting his head off the back of the couch. “Well, this is embarrassing…” We all look over to where his eyes are…his crotch. Oh shit…he came in his pants.

I bring up my question from earlier, “So, do you all want to play with us?” I’m hit with “hell yes” from Nyx, a “fuck yes” from Rhodes, and the shyest “yeah” from Asher.

Walking back to my apartment alone tonight consists of scheming one of the best football parties that’ll, hopefully, turn into a full-on orgy by the end of the night.

My head snaps up as I shoot my eyes to the alarm clock on our nightstand, right next to the small ghost-shaped dish that always holds our wedding bands. Both engraved with snakes, like the emo trash we absolutely are.

We were just talking. But I’m a scared girl, at the end of the day, who will never risk losing my best friend on my own accord. And I don’t know how else to get it through his skull that I’m ready for a change. Just as long as I don’t have to be the one who pulls the trigger.

I could have sworn I heard the distinct sound of my husband’s snort, even over the music. He’s lucky that he’s so pretty.

My eyes snap to him, alarmed. He’s not angry. He’s not…turning into a caveman. What the fuck?

“C’mon, dude,” Nyx says as she grabs my Kindle from me as I sit on the couch. “We’re at your party, and you’re still hiding in a corner, reading? This is only allowed at other people’s houses.” I pout and give grabby hands towards my Kindle. “Hey! I was at a good part!”

“You all have to go check for flashlights? You know this is how the main character normally gets murdered, right? Why do I have to be alone?” “Rude!” Nyx shouts from the bathroom. “I’m right here, you drunk bitch. Let them go be boys. Maybe the murderer will get them first.”

“No one is getting through to Simon and me, Sloane. Chill out. We’ll feed them Asher if they do,” Rhodes offers.

it bad that I’m already planning a future for the five of us, and I have no clue where any of their heads are? Including my wife… Yeah, that’s bad.

Asher blushes. Full-on blushes, which might be my new favorite thing he can do.

I know he’s more than ready to have his way with my wife. Honestly, maybe me, too…he looks starving.

Rhodes’s deep timber starts. “The fuck toy has a nice rack.” She does indeed,

“Good boys answer the first time they’re asked a question.” He immediately answers, “Yes, Daddy.” Fuck.

I also know that she’s been ready for this for a while now, and I know I have been, too, now that I think back on it…it just never felt like the right time. But now. Today…it’s the perfect time for a friends’-fuck-fest.

“I’ve been told I can’t get pregnant…” She chuckles nervously. People never know how to act when hearing that, but of course, our friends answer perfectly.

Nyx replies, “So you’re saying we can breed you until you can’t walk?”

My friends breeding my wife shouldn’t turn me on…but I fear it is.

“I want to see my toy bleed. Mark you so the others know who you belonged to first.”

I purr my praise, “You bleed so pretty for me, baby.” She has the prettiest of hearts carved into her equally pretty skin.

I look over at him with his huge cock in his hand, pumping it up and down in slow motions. It takes everything in me not to groan. Fuck, how I’ve missed men.

Even with her already wet enough to make her pussy glisten for me, I spit on it. “Spread it. I need my fuck hole to be wet. Let me see what I’m going to breed.” Yeah, the breeding kink will never leave me…even

I groan as Sloane’s head throws back in pure bliss. “Rub your clit for me.” “I can do it.” Asher shocks me with his response, but I give him a nod and he’s there in a heartbeat beside us.

Thank fuck he knows how to find the little bundle of nerves. Regardless of him being the baby.

“That’s it, Asher. Make my wife come on my cock.”

“If you’re a good boy, you can clean her up after I’m done filling her.”

“You got all your fake cocks in there, Nyx?” Nyx is grabbing her backpack, which I know has all her toys, straps, and fuck knows what else in it.