Scrabble Secrets & Submission

The rack before me held the tiles, a stark reminder of the game we’d started. STARBES. Teresa, my wife, was already miles ahead, as usual, her mind a veritable Scrabble dictionary, filled with every two and three-letter word imaginable. But the game held no consequence for me, not when she was near. Her presence was a constant, delightful distraction.

Her turn arrived, and she began shuffling her tiles with a focused intensity, searching for the elusive “Bingo.” I mirrored her efforts, silently cursing the Tile God for the two S’s in my rack. If I had an R, I’d have BARTERS; if an E, I’d have REBATES. The possibilities were endless, yet frustratingly elusive.

Inevitably, Teresa played on the open triple word spot. Her fingers lightly grasped a mess of tiles, reaching across the board and placing MOVERS on the triple, connecting the S to LICE to form SLICE. It wasn't Bingo, but it was a solid play. She jotted down her score, turned the board toward me, grabbed new tiles, and rose gracefully. "Got to use the RR, honey — be right back!" I nodded, a smile playing on my lips, growing wider as she moved away. Something deep within me began to stir, a familiar heat building below my belt. Seven years together hadn’t diminished her beauty or sexiness, nor had it diminished my constant, insistent horniness when I looked at her. As she walked, I could see her large, firm breasts jiggle slightly beneath her blouse, her hips swaying seductively, a symphony of movement that heightened my anticipation. My penis was already pressing against my shorts, a tangible reminder of the pleasure to come.

Despite the distraction, I desperately wanted to achieve a Bingo word and elevate my score to match hers. I scrutinized my tiles, then the board, then back at my tiles, before resuming my frantic shuffling. REBATSS, RESTABS (stabs again?), BARTESS, STRABES, STEARBS, BASTERS, BREASTS. It felt like they were practically leaping off the rack, beckoning me to use them. I searched the board frantically, seeking a word I could connect to an R or an S, and found it. A surge of triumph coursed through me. I placed the word on the board just as Teresa returned, her smile a silent promise of a long, sensual evening.

She was wearing something different than before. A nearly transparent lace bra lifted her glorious mounds, the nipples pointing directly at me and taunting me through the delicate fabric. Negligible lace panties began at her lower back and plunged around her front and down between her legs. Her hips moved with a captivating grace, and her whole body radiated an intoxicating allure. My arousal intensified, my gaze locked on her every move. The Goddess of Coincidences was playing with me, but I wasn't complaining.

As she pondered her play, one of my feet took matters into its own hands. My toes, seeking some form of stimulation, made contact with one of her soft, smooth thighs. Her smile widened, but she continued to shuffle her tiles with professional focus. The nerve cells in my sole sent waves of pleasure through my brain, a delicious distraction from the game. My toes slid up, reaching her sexy hip, then one big toe hooked under the strap of her panties. I could feel her shift slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a knowing look. “Do you have a play?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. In response, she lifted tiles from her rack and played SEX, placing the X on a triple-letter square. She recorded her 27 points and turned the board toward me, her smile unwavering. Only half of my mind was focused on the game, the other consumed by the anticipation of what was to come.

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 difficult choice indeed. 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.

My foot began to squirm and rub, and my toes tickled every square inch of skin within their reach, including the bottoms of her breasts. She giggled, unable to concentrate on her tiles. The shrinking portion of my mind devoted to the game settled on a word, and I played it: LICK. Teresa looked at it, then at me, and said softly, “Oooooh.” 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 continued its downward slide, sliding across her hair, and her lips pursed slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. The nerve cells in my sole sent waves of pleasure through my brain, a delightful contrast to the intellectual challenge of the game. She grabbed her hands and placed them on the back of her head. The touch sent shivers down my spine. I reached out and took her hands, feeling her skin warm beneath my fingertips. My gaze returned to the board, and then I spotted it - the opportunity. A Bingo word. I played it, connecting the letters and shouting, "Bingo!" My score soared, matching hers perfectly.

Her smile grew wider, a silent acknowledgment of my victory. But the game wasn’t over yet. As she pondered her next move, one of my feet decided to take matters into its own hands. It made contact with her thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. Her smile widened further, but she continued to shuffle her tiles as if nothing had happened. The foot continued its exploration, sliding up her leg, reaching her hip, then hooking under the strap of her panties. The touch sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.

Her leg shifted slightly, and she looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Do you have another play?” I asked, my voice breathless. She lifted tiles from her rack and played NOW, placing the X on a triple-letter square. She recorded her 27 points and turned the board toward me. The tension in the room was palpable. The game had become a prelude to something far more intense.

As she continued to shuffle her tiles, my foot continued its exploration, eventually reaching the lower part of her bra. My toes pressed against her delicate skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a primal urge to possess her, to lose myself in her intoxicating beauty. Her gaze lingered on me, an invitation that I couldn’t resist.

I looked at her, and then at my foot. It was a slow, deliberate movement, a silent declaration of my intentions. I slid my foot further down, pulling on the strap of her panties and gently pulling them down. Her leg twitched involuntarily, and she let out a small gasp. I continued my exploration, my toes tracing the outline of her body, teasing her skin with every touch. The pleasure intensified, washing over me in waves.

She started to tremble, her body arching slightly as she leaned into my touch. Her hands moved to her breasts, clutching them tightly as she tried to maintain control. But it was no use. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too consuming. I continued my descent, my toes reaching for the sensitive skin beneath her belly button. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing with anticipation.

Suddenly, she broke free from her restraint, pulling me closer and wrapping her legs around my waist. I felt her heat radiating against my skin, igniting a fire within me. We clung together, lost in a shared moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The game was forgotten, the tiles discarded. Only the two of us remained, bound by a mutual desire that could not be denied. It was a perfect moment, a culmination of years of longing and anticipation. And as we continued to explore each other's bodies, I knew that this was just the beginning. The night was young, and the possibilities were endless.

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