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A (short) game of Scrabble
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A (short) game of Scrabble
On the rack before me were the following tiles:
STARBES
We were only a few turns into the game, but my wife was already way ahead (as
usual). Being an English major and a voracious reader, her mind possessed an
incredible vocabulary, including every two- and three-letter word in the
Scrabble Player's Dictionary. But I enjoyed the game regardless of whether I
won or lost, and besides it was difficult to feel bad or discouraged about
anything when Teresa was near!
Anyway, it was her turn, and she was busily shuffling her tiles back and forth,
seeking out the elusive "Bingo" word. I was doing likewise, and silently
cursing the Tile God for the two S's in the rack. (If one were an R, I'd have
BARTERS; if one were an E, I'd have REBATES; and so on etc.) Of course it was
INEVITABLE that Teresa would play on the open triple word spot. And sure
enough, her fingers lightly grasped a whole mess of tiles from her rack,
reached across, and plopped MOVERS down on the triple, connecting the S to LICE
to form SLICE. Well at least it's not a Bingo, I thought. She jotted down her
score, turned the board around to face me, grabbed her new tiles, and got up.
"Got to use the RR, honey -- be right back!" I nodded and smiled at her, and
my smile grew as she got up. Something just below my belt began to grow too.
We'd been married seven years, but the time had not diminished her beauty and
sexiness, nor my incessant horniness every time I looked at her. As she moved
I could see her large, firm breasts jiggle slightly beneath her blouse, and her
hips (heck, her whole body!) moved so sexily as she walked away. My cock was
beginning to really press against my shorts, and I knew right then that I would
not be able to fully concentrate on the game tonight!
But I WANTED to get a Bingo word and bring my score up at least to the same
number of digits as her score. I looked at my tiles, then at the board, then
back at my tiles, then started shuffling them.
REBATSS RESTABS (stabs again?) BARTESS STRABES (is that a word?)
STEARBS BASTERS BREASTS
It practically leaped off the rack at me. I searched the board fran- tically
for a word I could stick an R or S on the end or beginning of, and found it.
Yay! I was putting the word on the board just as my wife reentered the room.
Now it was the Goddess of Coincidences who was playing games with me, but I
sure wasn't complaining.
She was not wearing the same thing she had been when she'd left. In fact, she
was wearing very little now. A nearly transparent lace bra lifted her glorious
mounds, the nipples pointing right at me and taunting me through the fabric.
Very negligable lace panties started way up behind her back and plunged around
the front and down between her legs. She walked slowly up to the table, then
sat down. On her face was that smile of hers that told me that tonight was to
be a long and sleepless one. I just stared at her, and below the table my cock
stood and saluted. I was mentally drooling (maybe physically too!) for who
knows how long, until she broke my reverie by giggling and pointing at the
board. I followed the line of her finger to the word I had just played. "Oh
yeah!" I said with a big grin, "that's my play! Let's see, that's uh, hmmm....
sixty-seven points." She wrote my score on the sheet as I grabbed seven new
tiles, then turned the board toward her. All the while that smile never left
her face. As she pondered her play, one of my feet decided to take matters
into its own hands (toes?), and it went out in search of the wonderful female
legs that were under the table somewhere. At a point probably right underneath
Teri's tile rack, the foot made contact with one soft smooth thigh. Teri's
smile grew wider, but she continued to shuffle her tiles and ponder her play
like a professional.
The nerve cells covering the surface of my sole sent messages of sheer pleasure
to my brain as my foot rubbed her thigh. (Sure beats a cold linoleum floor!)
My toes slid up until they reached a sexy hip, then my big toe hooked itself
under the strap of her panties. I could feel her shift slightly, and she
looked up at me with her "I'm ready if you are!" leer. "Do you have a play?" I
asked her. In response, she lif- ted some tiles out of her rack and played
SEX, with the X landing on a triple-letter square. She recorded her 27 points
and turned the board to me. Only half of my mind was available to ponder my
tiles, as the other was busy keeping tabs on what my toe was doing.
QOTKCIL
As usual, I had the Q and no U. No U's on the board that I could hook to,
either. Darn. Ponder ponder ponder... Meanwhile my toe was pondering ITS
next move. Go up and explore her abdomen and tickle her naval, or head down
the strap to where it went between her legs, then under there...? A very
difficult choice for a simple toe. What the heck, let's take the Great Circle
Route. My other toes followed my big toe under the strap, my whole foot right
behind. Pretty soon the strap was around my ankle and my foot was planted on
her belly, the big toe touching the lower fringe of her bra. The foot began to
squirm and rub, and my toes ticked every square inch of skin within their
reach, including the bottoms of Teri's boobs. She was giggling now, surely
unable to plan her next play ahead! The shrinking portion of my mind still
devoted to the game settled on a word, and I played it: LICK. Teri looked at
it, then at me, and said very softly, "ooooooh." I told her the score and
turned the board around for her and took my new tiles, then allowed my whole
consciousness to focus on the action under the table.
My foot began to slide down under the crotch of her panties. My toes began to
slide across hair, and Teri sucked in her breath sharply as she tried to
concentrate on her tiles. The toes clutched and extended, pulling on little
tufts of hair that felt warmer and warmer as my foot descended. Teri's free
leg came up, and her foot landed on my leg and began to explore and caress on
its own! My little toe alighted on the top of her pussy, and she closed her
eyes and licked her lips as her hands came to her breasts. Her foot snaked up
my leg until her toes were on the throbbing bulge of my shorts. Intense
horniness was rapidly consuming me, and I knew I wouldn't be able to just sit
there much longer. Apparently she felt the same, for she plucked three tiles
off her rack and set them on the board, not bothering to connect the word to
anything. The word was NOW.
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