Liz and I were in a rut and it was bad. I was addicted to porn, spending most nights at my desk staring at images on the screen and jacking off instead of in bed with her. The fact that we were young, in our junior year of university, and sharing an apartment together seemed to do little to get me out of my addiction. She was frustrated, as she had a right to be. She was a knockout. Dark blonde hair that came down to a little below her shoulders, a cute, pretty face, with a straight, long nose that looked amazing on her. A long neck that looked like it went on forever. Delicious D cup breasts, juicy round hips, and a cute derriere. None of this seemed to get me out of my rut. Conversation had seemed to fall away. We had been together two years and found little to talk about anymore. One day, while we were seated together on the couch watching trash tv on MTV (remember that?) it came out.
“Rich, I think we are drifting apart.” Liz said this to me with a look of sadness on her face. On mine must have been a deer in the headlights sort of look. This was my girlfriend of two years, my best friend, the woman I was planning on marrying. We were dating in university. Found each other soon into it too. Wasn’t that how it worked? This was 2008, back when people dated in real life. It was simply how life worked. It was THE PLAN. You went to university, met people, made a bunch of friends. The type that were friends for life. And you met THE ONE. Maybe it was in English class, or someone from the same department as you. It could be in the dining hall one random day. You are busy minding your own business, and suddenly you raise your eyes, make eye contact with her at the same moment as she looks up at you. There is a spark. For some reason, you don’t know why, you are attracted instantly, you walk over and you say hello. It just works out and you start dating. And then you get married.
Isn’t that how it worked? And that is what had happened with me and Liz. But that was before porn, and too much alcohol, and, and, and….too much of everything.
Liz and I had drifted apart.
“What do we do?”, I asked.
“I don’t know”, Liz replied. Then she left for the bedroom. “I’m going to bed. I’m sure you will join me”, she said sarcastically.
I cracked open another beer and sat my ass back on the couch, wondering what the hell we were going to do.
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The next day, leaving the Science building after class, my backpack heavy on my back, Liz ran up to me excitedly, a cardboard box in her hand. She wore a pair of jeans and a blue tshirt. Her usual garb.
“What’s that?”, I asked, pointing at the box.
“Sarah gave it to me. It is the game that is going to save us”, she said with a grin on her face. “Meet me at home at the apartment”, she said, leaving with a peck on my cheek.
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A couple of hours later I arrive at home, wondering what I have in store. I open the door to find Liz and her friend Sarah sitting on the couch. Sarah is wearing a frilly red blouse. She has brown hair and has a pretty face. She has what are probably B cub breasts, not that I have been looking.
I wave hello as I walk in.
“Hi guys, how was your day?”, I ask leaning down to kiss Liz’s cheek.
“Great say both of them”, with grins.
It is then that I notice a shopping bag on the counter. “What’s that?”, I ask.
“Uh, uh, uh. That is for us to know and you to find out.” Liz is wearing her usual sweats and a hoody. It’s like we’re married already.
“Sit down”, says Sarah, pointing at the reading nook across from the couch. I sit as she opens the box and starts reading the instructions.
“This is a sex game”, Sarah reads. “But unlike any other sex game, this game is uniquely designed for couples. The rules are simple. The game lasts two weeks. Rule #1: no alcohol.”
Liz gives me a glance.
“This game is designed to reignite the spark and so it works best without alcohol. The people that get the best results are those who allow their own brain chemicals to do the work. Rule #2: no porn.”
Another look from Liz.
“We reiterate that the point of this game is to reignite the romantic/sexual spark of the couple playing it. Players will get best results if they don’t use outside stimuli.”
“Rule #3. No sex. At least, no sex for the first of the two weeks. We find that the build up to sex is a slow burn and that making the build up last makes the passion much stronger. So get to work and have fun!
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Liz stands up at that point to retrieve something from the shopping bag.
“Stand up Rich”, Sarah says. I do as I’m told.
“Turn away from Liz.” I again do as I’m told, turning to face Sarah, with my back to Liz. I hear Liz approaching from behind me.
“Days 1 and 2 are all about the lady”, Sarah reads. “As the gentleman of the relationship you have done a poor job. You have neglected your partner. You have escaped into the shallow distractions of porn, alcohol. You have ignored your partner and now it is time to step it up. So, on day 1 and 2 you will be wearing this.”
I gawk as Liz walks into view holding the tight, barely there, white, sheer briefs. Liz sports a massive grin.
“I need to wear that?”, I protest.
“Yes”, Liz replies. “Remember, it is for us”, she says giving me a quick peck on the cheeks.
“Take off your clothes, to your underwear”, Sarah continues.
I do as I am told, taking off my shirt and trousers. Liz looks admiringly as arms, chest, and legs.
“During the day, while out in public, you must wear this underwear underneath your clothes, wherever you go. Your partner is permitted to check that you are following this demand. At home and in private you must not wear anything except for this underwear. And remember, no sex!”
Sarah leaves with a smile directed at Liz. “Have fun you two, but not too much fun. Remember, no hanky panky!”
She walks out, closes the door, and Liz locks it. She sits down on the couch with her grin. Warm and cozy in her sweats she beckons me to stand in front of her. Wearing only my plaid boxer shorts, I do as I’m told.
“Take off your underwear”, Liz orders. I take a deep breath, slide down my boxers. Liz checks me out, top to bottom.
“Spread your feet shoulder length apart.” I do as I’m told, noticing how my four inch long, flaccid penis is perhaps even more noticeable this way.
Liz looks me up and down, and then lands her sight on my penis. Seconds seem like minutes as I stand there, with my girlfriend staring, almost obscenely, at my penis.
“+Now put these on”, she instructs, handing the underwear to me.
I look at the material. It feels smooth, smoother than anything I’ve ever felt. I can’t get over how sheer it is. My heart skips a beat as I bend down and pull the underwear up my legs. I pull it all the way up and jump a little.
“Tight”, I say with a gulp.
“Yep”, Liz replies, again staring at the flaccid bulge that is fully on display in my underwear.
After what seems like five full minutes, Liz stands up, approaching me.
“Make me some chamomile tea”, she says. I turn to do as she asks, but am interrupted. “But first, I think I am going to take a shower.” She has spun me around, grabbing me by the arm.
She grabs the bottom of her hoody, slowly raising it, pulling it over her head. She is wearing a white tshirt, nondescript. Braless underneath, her breasts hanging from their perch, sagging just enough to remind me they are 100% real.
She steps towards me.
“Don’t you wish you could join me? I would love company.” She raises her hands to her full breasts, caressing them over her shirt. She closes her eyes. I feel my heart beat in my chest as she gropes herself.
I feel myself harden. The material is so tight, so firm, the only direction my throbbing seven inches can point is down.
Liz grabs the bottom of her shirt, pulls it over her head.
“Do you want me, Rich? Do you want these tits?” Liz continues to grope her own breasts. My breathing deepens.
I reach forward to touch her naked breasts.
*”Uh, uh!”, Liz replies. “It is day 1! You can look, but you can’t touch.” Liz looks at me approvingly with a smile on her face.
“But it doesn’t say anything about me not being able to touch. Spread your legs shoulder length apart.”
I groan, protesting.
“Now!”, Liz says. I do as I’m told. “My oh my, it looks like things have gotten a bit cramped in there”, she points out, staring directly at my bulging erection in the skin tight, sheer briefs.
She steps forward, bends down. I groan at the sight of her huge bosoms hanging from her chest as she bends over, letting gravity do its work. She stands there, bent over, her head directly in front of my crotch, and grabs my erection over the underwear, cradling it, fondling it in her hands. I moan with lust.
“Good boy!” She says, standing back up and pulling down her sweat pants, dropping them to the floor. “I’m going to get a shower. Make me some tea.” She walks away, spanking my ass as she leaves the room.
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The rest of that first night continued that way, with her giving me orders to cook her dinner, fold her clothes, make the bed……all of it in those tight, uncomfortable (for me) briefs. All with her staring, periodically at my soft dick. I got used to it after a while. It became normal after a few hours. Every once in a while she would get me hard for her own amusement, enjoying the view of my giant bulge pointing down in front of her. Once or twice she even broke her rule, leaning down to point my dick upwards in the underwear, so when she flashed me, groped herself in front of me, and did other sexual things, my hard dick forced its head up and over the top of the underwear, like a volcano sticking out of the sea. Liz did nothing but laugh.
The next day
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