Greg and I were basking in the afterglow of a very passionate reclaiming lovemaking session.

I had spent the night before in my lover's bed. It had been a particularly hot date night, lots of dancing and teasing at the blues club. It culminated in the ripping off of clothes followed by wild sex, on his lounge, before he carried me to his bed for another bout of intense fucking.

The morning sex had been the icing, slow and unrushed, and the perfect way to start the day. After which, I texted Greg to come pick me up.

We were now serenely lying in each other's arms.

Greg was stroking my hair when he asked a question that I'd never imagined he would.

"Would you ever be tempted to cheat on me?"

"Did the little green man come out and play inside you're head last night?" I said, wondering what his thought process was.

"I'd be able to tell anyway," he continued, ignoring my question.

"If I were ever tempted to cheat, you would have no idea," I countered boldly.

"I know you too well. Your whole demeanor and vibe is a dead giveaway, and the way you glow is unmistakable," he laughed.

"Am I detecting a challenge here?" I quipped.

I saw a tent form under the sheets and before long we were fucking like rabbits, again.

"I love you too much to ever cheat on you babes, and you know it," I whispered, as I once again snuggled into his chest.

"I know that," he replied. Then he tenderly kissed the top of my head as we slowly drifted off.

I first noticed him jogging toward me from a distance. As he got closer, I found myself admiring his lithe athletic body. Sinews straining with every long gait and the sheen of his tanned skin in the morning sun were certainly a beautiful sight to behold as he got closer and closer.

Even though I couldn't see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses, I knew he was checking me out, too. Then, just as he was about to pass me, a huge dazzling smile cracked across his face, and his deep voice said, "Good morning."

Before I could reply, he was gone.

Every day that week, we would pass. There was no pretense now. We were both checking each other out, even to the point that we would turn around to see the rear view. We would both laugh as we sprung each other.

Then he disappeared.

It was strange, and I felt a little cheated. A harmless flirtation that had filled my morning run with energy was suddenly taken away.

A couple of weeks later, he ran up beside me. "Thought I recognized that cute tush," he said with a smile.

I had been struggling with my run but suddenly had energy to burn.

"You better jog ahead to know if I've seen you before," I retorted flirtatiously.

He did, which brought laughter from both of us.

We quickly fell into step, bantering as we jogged along the beach. It just flowed easily, so when he offered me an after-run coffee, I didn't hesitate.

I loved his vibe and infectious sense of humor, so I was surprised when he told me he was a policeman, but also quite intrigued.

Flirting with him was fun, and I was soon having indecent thoughts of handcuffs and truncheons popping into my head.

From his body language, I knew he was interested as well.

He didn't try to hide that he was undressing me with his devilish eyes. I liked his brash confidence.

It's funny how some guys come across as sleazy, while others doing the same thing can give you a buzz.

When Greg got home, later that afternoon, I told him all about my flirtatious fun run and coffee. We ended up making passionate love on the settee.

Later, when in bed, with Greg sound asleep beside me. My mind went back to the cheating conversation a few months earlier, and the challenge that Greg had made. I lay there smiling, "Maybe I had found just the guy".

Even though I already had a regular lover, who we were also enjoying hot threesomes with, Greg still encouraged me to keep up my flirtatious behaviour with others.

We were wrapped up in each other's arms after watching a movie. The hero's wife cheating with the villain, was an integral part of the plot.

"The thought of you being a cheating wife excites me a little."

"Oh really? Do tell," I replied with a knowing smile. "Here we go."

"You do know that men fantasize about mowing someone else's lawn?" he continued with a laugh.

"Him mowing our lawn excites you? You worry me sometimes," I quipped.

We both stared at the ceiling, I was way ahead of him in the game. I knew he would come back around to this fantasy eventually. He's a predictable, mere male.

My nipples started tingling.

"How does this work?" I asked and added, "It can't be cheating if you know."

"He doesn't know that though, it's every man's fantasy to fuck another man's wife behind his back," Greg replied.

"That's what we've done with my lovers before I tell them, that you know all about them. So how would this be different?"

"What if you don't tell me about your time with him?" he countered.

My pussy purred as I got the answer that I knew was coming.

"But reclaiming is the most integral part of our game. It's who we are, the crux that brings us together," I said very seriously.

"I will never compromise on that," I added, throwing the ball back into his court.

"You know I like being denied at times, it makes me appreciate what we have even more."

We had already played that game a few times in the past, and I knew too well the effect it had on him. Plus, I loved the power that came with it.

I raised one eyebrow before replying, "Really?" I was fully into the game now.

A smile cracked Greg's face, I knew that devious smile all too well.

"You do know you're playing with fire, don't you?" I giggled as I rolled over on top of him and slid myself down onto his rejuvenated cock.

Later, cuddled up in bed, I had my hand cupped over Greg's soft cock. I seductively whispered into his ear.

"You do understand that if I have a secret lover, that would make you a cuck."

His cock was instantly erect. He couldn't hold back his moan.

I slowly started stroking him. "You want to be my cuck?" I purred.

I heard his breath hitch.

"If that is what you want, babes? I need to hear you say it."

I felt his cock thicken, I knew the signs all too well, he was on the edge. I stopped stroking and ran my fingernails up and down his thighs, his shiver exciting me.

"Say it." my voice suddenly commanding.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I want to be your cuck," his voice trembling.

I love playing mind games with Greg, so I threw him a curveball.

"Seeing as this will be my naughty secret, it doesn't matter who it is. Mmm.. So many men so little time," I casually said under my breath, like I was talking to myself.

With that, I snuggled right into him, leaving him and his hard cock to contemplate the situation.

The next morning I was so horny from the visuals that ran through my dreams all night. Even Greg's morning lovemaking wasn't enough to take the edge off. If anything, it made the fire inside me rage.

After being a hotwife for four years, why did the idea of cheating suddenly turn me on so much?

Why did it excite Greg?

I didn't have the answers, but a new seed had been sown into our dynamic.

That morning, I had so much pent-up energy during the beach run, that Matt even commented.

I ramped up the flirting, casual touching, verbal double entendre, and lustful eye contact.

There was a definite bulge in his shorts as he watched me suck my smoothie up through the straw. "Men are so easy".

He walked me to my car. I leaned against the door provocatively, and looked into his eyes. "Kiss me." I purred.

He didn't need a further invitation and we were soon making out like long-time lovers, my fingers running through his hair while his hands explored my curves. His hard bulge nestled against my hip, as our tongues dueled.

The fact that we were in a very public place close to where we lived, added an extra layer of naughtiness for me.

We slowly pulled apart, with lustful grins on our faces. No words were needed, but our thoughts were totally in sync. I pulled out my phone, punched in his number, and added a text. A shiver went through me as I pressed send.

"We need to fuck!! Text me anytime xx"

The opening salvo had been fired.

I gave him a knowing wink as I hopped into my car, and quickly drove off. My blatant brazen actions had my thighs squeezing and my body zinging, "You're such a slut Jules".

I got home, showered, and had just settled into a coffee with Greg when my phone pinged.

"Is tomorrow too soon?"

A smile crossed my lips, I looked up at Greg, who seemed to be watching me closely.

"Sounds purrrfect," I texted back.

A minute later, I got a text with his address.

I quickly texted back. "Run first, I want to taste you all hot and sweaty xx."

"Nasty, luv it, can't wait," came the reply.

I put the phone down and acted completely normal even though my pussy was doing cartwheels.

"Who was that?" Greg asked.

"Oh, just Matt saying he's got to work tomorrow and can't make it for a run," I easily lied.

"You really like running with him, don't you?"

"I sure do. He pushes me. Plus, he's a fun distraction," I giggled.

"I'm sure he would like to push you even harder," Greg laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure of that too," I quipped and then leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Sadly, it won't be tomorrow," I teased into his ear as I got up and made us another cup of coffee.

Making the coffee gave me time to hide my excitement, I needed to be casual but not too casual. Greg would pick up on that for sure.

It was game on.

The run next morning was pure foreplay. Within a minute of getting to his apartment, he was inside me. His cum exploding deep inside as we came together.

He'd easily bent me over the breakfast bar and took what I offered him. No tenderness, just two sexual beings unleashing.

Ten minutes later I was riding his throbbing cock like the slut he thought I was. The salty taste from his neck so tangy on my tongue.

We were in the groove when my second orgasm ripped through me. Then he threw me off, and pinned my legs over his shoulders before pounding me to ecstasy.

My legs were shaking like branches in a gale when he pulled out.

It was a thing of beauty to watch his pulsing cock explode. The first hit my chin, the next between my breasts, and in decreasing volume down my body until the last bit dribbled over my inflamed pussy lips.

We lay next to each other, recovering our breath.

I scraped his cum from my chin into my mouth, then turned and kissed him fully on the lips. Then just before I hopped up, I dipped a finger into my bellybutton, scooped up a dollop of cum and sucked it into my mouth.

"Mmmm... so delicious," I purred, then winked at him.

By the time he walked into the kitchen area, I had already half-dressed.

"That was amazing," he whispered in my ear, as he wrapped his arms around me.

"You were perfect, just what I needed," I giggled, as my butt wiggled against his already half-hard cock.

"I need to get going before my hubby begins wondering where I am."

"Let him wonder," he growled, as his hands cupped my breasts.

"Not today, but tomorrow works for me," I said huskily, pulling away and putting on my sports top.

The temptation was there, but Greg would still be at home before heading off to work, and I wanted to see if he would notice the protein infusion I had just savoured.

He was in the kitchen drinking coffee as I walked in, he looked so handsome in his 'Hugo Boss' suit.

I quickly moved into his space, pecked him on the lips and pretended to straighten his tie.

"You look so handsome in your suit," I said. Then pulled him into a deeper kiss.

I could taste the coffee on his lips and felt so wicked, wondering if he had detected the tangy taste on mine.

After he had left, I went upstairs to have a shower but ended up on our bed with my fingers gliding through my cum slick folds. The erotic smell of sex wafted through the air as I masturbated to thoughts of what had transpired.

"Did Greg detect the scent?"

Yes, the sex was great, and Matt had played his part perfectly. But what drove my orgasm was the game, and the sheer naughtiness of my actions after the fact.

Time will tell if I was any good at this game.