Losing Streak

Xuan Wu took the dice again and won. Yan Mei turned the next card over. Her voice was very thin when she read it aloud.

Let the opposing player suck your nipples for two minutes.

She rose and went around the table and sat down on the cushion beside Elder Xuan Wu.

He did not waste any time. He took her breasts in his hands first through the thin strips of cloth, weighing them, and then he slid the strips aside and bared her completely, and for a moment he simply looked at what he had uncovered.

Her breasts were bigger than his wife's.

They were full and heavy and very pale, rising from her chest in two great curves like twin peaks of snow, and in the middle of each one, a stiff pink nipple stood up like a ripe berry. He looked from them to her face, which was crimson with shame, her eyes unable to meet his, and then he began to squeeze.

He kneaded the heavy flesh with slow, appreciative pressure.

The flesh overflowed his hands. He lifted one breast and let it fall with a heavy bounce. He pinched both nipples until they stood darker and sharper, and Yan Mei made a small sound she tried to swallow.

Yan Tian, watching him, could see exactly why this old man preferred mature women to young girls. The answer was in that ripe curving weight overflowing his hands.

Then Xuan Wu bent his head and sucked her nipples like a starving man at a feast.

He pulled first one and then the other deep into his mouth. Suck. Pop. Suck. Yan Mei's breath began to come faster. Her hands curled against her thighs. When he scraped his teeth gently across one tip, her hips jerked on the cushion.

Yan Tian watched another man's mouth on his wife's beautiful breasts and grew harder still.

By the end of the two minutes Yan Mei's breathing had changed completely, gone short and shallow, her nipples wet and dark and shining with the elder's spit. When she started to rise to return to her husband's side, Xuan Wu stopped her with a light hand on her wrist.

"It seems foolish," he said mildly, "for the ladies to keep walking back and forth around the table like servants. For convenience, why don't we change places for the rest of the game? Sister Yan can sit beside me, and my wife beside you."

Yan Tian heard himself agree. Xuan Wei was already rising, smiling, and she came around to settle at his side with her bare thigh pressed against his, and Yan Mei stayed where she was, close enough to Elder Xuan Wu to smell the wine on his breath.

The new seating put each man's wife within easy reach of the other man's hands, and nobody said so aloud because nobody needed to. Xuan Wu won the very next round, and Yan Mei, with the elder's breath warm on her bare shoulder, reached out to draw.

Sit on the opposing player's lap until your side wins two rounds in a row.

She stood and turned around without looking at his face, and lowered herself between Elder Xuan Wu's spread thighs, and settled her bare ass onto his lap.

She felt him at once.

His cock was already erect beneath his robes, hard and thick, and it pressed up into the cleft between her cheeks through the thin layer of silk as though there were nothing between them at all. The heat of him soaked through the cloth into her skin. The ridge of his shaft nestled into her crease and nudged her asshole through the silk.

The cushions were piled high enough that she sat above the edge of the table, and the lamp at its centre lit her from below, throwing the shadow of her breasts up across her chin. She could see Xuan Wei's painted toenails and the heap of discarded silk on the floor, and every small thing in the room stood out sharp and bright, like objects in a dream she could not wake from.

She sat very still.

Xuan Wu rested one hand on her bare hip, casually, as if it belonged there, and reached for his wine with the other. His thumb stroked once along the undercurve of her ass. She shivered. Across the table, Yan Tian's eyes were locked on the place where his wife's cheeks split around another man's cock, and his own cock was so hard under his robes that Xuan Wei glanced down at it and smiled.

The elder's robes were fine heavy silk, and she could feel the weave of it against the backs of her thighs and, beneath it, the slow thud of his pulse coming up through his cock into her. Wine and sandalwood rose from his collar. He hummed a few bars of some tavern song under his breath while Yan Tian shook the dice, perfectly at ease.

She had thought, when she walked into the banquet that evening, that the dress was the worst thing that could happen to her tonight. She had thought it again when the first card was turned, and again when the elder's palm came down on her bare ass, and each time the floor had simply dropped away beneath her to reveal another floor further down.

Now she sat on a stranger's lap with his cock pressing up against her through a single layer of silk, and the most frightening thing in the room was not him at all. It was the heat pooling between her own thighs, which had been building all evening under every stare and every card, and which no amount of shame seemed able to put out.

She told herself it was the wine. She told herself it was the dress and the stares and the fear, all of it tangled together into something her body could not tell apart from desire.

She looked across the table at Tian'er, who had always been the only man she had ever let touch her, and saw him watching her with that strange bright hunger in his face, and she understood with a slow cold shock that he was not going to stop this.

The next round went to Yan Tian, and it was Xuan Wei's turn to draw.

Remove all clothing.

She stood and unclasped her golden waistband and let it fall, and the panels went with it, and then she unhooked the fine gold chain from between her legs and dropped it onto the pile, and sat down again on the cushion completely naked.

Her pussy was smooth and hairless, the lips dark pink and full, and she made no attempt to hide any of it. She crossed one leg over the other and sipped her wine as though nudity were simply another kind of clothing that she happened to prefer.

Xuan Wu took the dice again and won, and Yan Tian's side lost its chance to free Yan Mei from his lap.

The wine in Yan Tian's cup had gone warm in his hand and he had not noticed. He set it down on the lacquer and it left a faint wet ring beside the glass, and he watched the ring spread and dull under the lamp without really seeing it.

Her fingers trembled visibly on the next card, and when she turned it over and read it, frustration flashed across her face so plainly that for a moment she looked almost angry.

Keep sucking the opposing player's cock until your side wins a round.

She looked across the table at her husband. Yan Tian was watching her with an excitement he was no longer bothering to hide. His face was flushed and his eyes were very bright, and he did not say a word. She had no choice, and they both knew it. She slid off Elder Xuan Wu's lap and turned and knelt between his thighs, and with fingers that were not quite steady, she opened the front of his trousers.

For all that his face was lined and his hair was grey, the cock that sprang free was enormous. It was long and thick and heavily veined, already leaking at the tip, and it stood up from the old man's lap like a column. Yan Mei stared at it for a heartbeat that lasted much too long. Then she put out her tongue and began to lick.

She tasted the salt of him first, and a faint heavy musk, and she kept going.

She ran her tongue up along the shaft and then over the head. Then she wrapped her lips around it and took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

It was far too big for her to take all of it.

She worked the upper half with her mouth and let her tongue roam along the sides, and saliva ran down the length of him and gathered at the root, and her head began to bob in a slow, unwilling rhythm that grew steadier as she went on.

Glk.

Glk.

Slurp.

Behind her, her full round ass was lifted and swaying with every movement, and from where he sat across the table, it was all that Yan Tian could see of her.

The lamplight caught the sheen of spit at her lips and the wet gloss along her jaw. Her loosened hair had slid forward over one shoulder and swung with every bob of her head, brushing the elder's thigh, and her fingers gripped his knees to steady herself. She could feel the tremor of the old muscles under the cloth.

He watched his wife's bare ass moving as she knelt on the floor and sucked an old main-clan elder's cock, and something dark and hungry opened wider inside his chest. The red handprints from earlier still marked her cheeks. The chain of her underwear had been pulled aside. Her pussy glistened between her thighs when she shifted, wet from the night's slow burn of shame and wine and forced arousal.

Before tonight he had always found his deepest pleasure in knowing that no other man could ever touch this heavenly beauty. Now he was watching her serve another man with her mouth, and it was making him more aroused than he had ever been in his life. He could not understand the feeling. He did not try to stop it.

He took the glass for his roll. Xuan Wu called big, and the dice came up a two and a one.

"Small," Yan Tian said, and his voice sounded strange to him. "My side wins."

Yan Mei pulled her mouth away from Xuan Wu's cock, and a long string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to the swollen head before it broke. She sat back on her heels with her chest heaving. Xuan Wei turned over her card for Yan Tian's win, and smiled slowly.

Let the opposing player play with your pussy for five minutes.

Yan Tian almost lunged at her.

She leaned back on her cushion and opened her legs for him, and he bent his head between them and put his mouth on her and sucked.

She was sweet and fragrant and already wet, and he did not lift his head for air if he could help it.

Slrrp.

Chu.

Slrrp.

He used his tongue and his lips and his fingers, licking and sucking and pushing inside her, devouring her with a focused greed that had been building in him all night and finally had somewhere to go. Her clit swelled under his tongue. Her thighs clamped around his ears.

Across the table, Yan Mei sat on the floor beside the elder and watched her husband bury his face in another woman's cunt, and felt a twist of jealousy so sharp that it took her breath away, and it tangled with everything else that the night had poured into her until she could no longer tell what she was feeling at all. Beside her, Xuan Wu's cock still shone with her spit, and she could still taste him.

When the five minutes were over, Yan Tian lifted his head with his chin and mouth glistening, and Xuan Wu was already shaking the glass. The dice rattled and fell still. Yan Tian called big, and the glass came up on a pair of twos.

Yan Mei turned the next card over, read it, and went scarlet from her throat to the roots of her hair.

Let the opposing player play with your asshole for five minutes.

She looked at her husband one more time, and whatever she was searching for in his face, she did not find it, or else she found something she had not expected. Then she rose to her knees beside the elder and bent forward over the edge of the low table, bracing herself on her hands, and presented her ass to him again.

From that angle it looked even larger, the full pale curves of it rising up from the narrow line of her waist, and the cheeks had begun to part on their own as she bent, showing the shadowed crease between them.

Elder Xuan Wu took those round cheeks in both hands and spread them wide. He hooked the little chain of her underwear and drew it aside, and then unfastened it altogether and dropped the damp scrap of white cloth onto the floor, and then there was nothing at all between his eyes and the most private part of her.

Her asshole was a small tight pink rosebud, puckered and flower-shaped, and just beneath it her pussy was swollen and puffy and openly wet, the lips glistening and parted. He held her spread open like that, and he shifted his own position slightly to angle her toward the head of the table, and Yan Tian understood that the old man was making sure he could see every detail.

Yan Tian did not blink.

Xuan Wu stroked the tight little ring with careful fingertips, circling it slowly until it fluttered under his touch.

Then he leaned forward and spat on it.

Spit.

He worked the spit into the puckered flesh with the pad of his thumb, rubbing in patient circles until the ring began to soften. When he pressed his thumb inside her, slowly, to the first knuckle, Yan Mei moaned.

It was a small, helpless sound, high and startled and wet at the edges, and Yan Tian had never in his life heard his wife make a sound like that because of another man. It went straight through him and into his cock like a hot wire.

Xuan Wu pushed his thumb deeper, to the second knuckle, and twisted it gently. Yan Mei's hips jerked.

Then Xuan Wu took his thumb away and bent his head and pressed his face between her spread cheeks, and began to lick and suck at her asshole with his tongue.

Yan Mei's fingers curled against the lacquer of the table. She made another sound, and then another, and her hips began to move in small restless circles against the elder's face that she did not seem able to control.

He took his time. He spent the full five minutes there, his tongue circling and probing and pushing inside her, and by the end of it her hole had loosened and softened under all that attention and her pussy was dripping openly onto the cushion beneath her, the slick running in a thin shining line down the inside of her thigh.

Her whole body looked as though it were begging for something thicker than a tongue.

The breath she took when she sat up shook all the way down. Her lips were swollen and dark, her cheeks blotched with colour to the collarbone, and a bead of sweat ran from her temple along the line of her jaw and dripped onto the lacquer with a tiny sound.

When Xuan Wu finally lifted his head, she stayed bent over the table for several breaths before she could make herself sit up.