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Superbowl

By: Nymphonan



I was in the kitchen finishing up putting together some snacks before the Superbowl game was to begin. We had planned to have one other couple over to watch the game and I had made some trays with chips and dips, fresh fruit and vegetables, meats and of course we had beer. I had just put the last tray on the table and was wiping the counter when my husband came up behind me and leaned against me pressing me against the cupboard. He lifted my hair, I thought to kiss my neck, but instead I felt the familiar touch of my velvet ribbon collar as he placed it tenderly around my throat. I knew that this was not going to be a "normal" Superbowl now. A shiver of excitement raced rough my body causing my nipples to go instantly hard and a damp warmth between my legs. 

I drew in a deep breath as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Go put on the things that I have laid out on the bed, nothing more, nothing less. I wish to show you off today! You WILL serve our guests and me well today and make me proud or you will pay a very high price. Do you understand me?" 

As he had spoken his hands had moved to my breasts, at first caressing gently but then pinching my nipples hard enough to make me want to cry out with the pleasant pain of it. It took everything in me not to moan, but I was not about to start things out by disappointing him and I knew that I did not have permission to make a noise so I bit my lip to hold in the moan as he pinched and pulled my nipples painfully hard as a reminder of the punishment I might suffer if I failed or embarrassed him in anyway. Then, with a hard slap on my ass, he was gone as silently and quickly as he had appeared. 

I hurried to the bedroom to see what it was that he had laid out for me. There I found my highest heels, thigh high stockings, a garter belt and a corset that pushed up my breasts nicely but did not have anything covering them and that was all, no dress, no skirt or blouse, nothing. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me already as I realized that I really was to be on display today, totally exposed. A strange mixture of shame and pride filled me. Pride that my Master wished to display me in such a way and yet shame and embarrassment that our friends would see me this exposed for the first time. It was not like they didn't know about us, in fact the four of us had spent many hours talking about our lifestyles and sharing ideas. However, we had never "Played" together; we had never "Played" with anyone. This was to be the first time that Master would be showing me off. 

As I stripped out of my clothes and into the items laid out for me, Master watched my every move. My hands shook with the combined nervousness and excitement. I thought back over all the things that we had done in the past and the training that Master had been putting me through. I wanted more than anything to make him proud, whatever I did today would be a direct reflection on him. The other couple had been together for a long time and had a lot more experience than Master and I did. The idea that he thought I was ready for him to show me off made me both proud and nervous. I had finished "dressing" and looked to Master for his approval. He stepped close, pulled me to him, placed his hand on the back of my head and kissed me deeply yet tenderly. 

"Wonderful my pet, I know that you will make me proud today! After all, you are such a lovely, slutty little pet."

Just then, the door bell rang and I thought that my heart would beat out of my chest I was so scared even though I knew that Master would let no harm come to me either physically or emotionally, there was a certain amount of humiliation in being dressed like this in front of others. Without a word, I knew that I was expected to answer the door. My palms were sweaty and my hands shaky as I opened the front door and curtsied to welcome our guests. 

There stood Jane, also known as Kitten, in stockings, a trench coat and heels even higher than mine. Standing next to her was her husband Tom, from this point on in the story known as Sir. As Kitten stepped forward, Sir held the collar of her coat and she stepped through the door dressed almost exactly as I was dressed. This had an amazing effect on me. It calmed my nerves in a way that I cannot describe and at the same time, sent a wave of sexual excitement through me. It was instantly clear that Master and Sir had games in mind that had nothing to do with football and I could not wait to find out what they had planned. I knew that they had talked several times in the week or so leading up to the game and I now knew that they had been plotting and planning something very special for today. Kitten moved past me and gave me a shy smile but did not say a word. Sir followed, also not speaking to me, simply handing me Kitten's coat, which I hung up in the closet after closing the door. I then took my place at Master's side in the living room. The two men stood there talking about the game and laughing, acting as if Kitten and I did not even exist before finally settling in on the couch to watch the pre-game show. 

As he headed to the living room, Master looked at me and simply said, "Beer."

I went straight to the refrigerator and grabbed 4 bottles of beer. I handed one to each Master and Sir first and then to Kitten before taking one for myself. I then took my seat. Kitten and I sat at the feet of our respective Master's. At some point, Master had placed low stools there for each of us and as we sat down we both took similar poses, legs spread wide with our hands on our knees leaving us totally exposed to everyone in the room. Master reached down casually and petted my head in much the way he would pet the head of a dog sitting as his feet. I looked up at him and he smiled. My heart leapt in my chest knowing that he was proud of me so far. 

This is much the way the afternoon went. Each time Master or Sir emptied their beer, Kitten or I quickly replaced it with a full one. When they wanted food, we ran to fill their plates. For the most part, it was at if we did not exist excepting for the occasional pet to the head or some other part of our bodies. That is until half-time. Then the half-time show changed the tone for the rest of the day.

I was beginning to feel a bit neglected when Master told Sir to watch something and then told me to stand legs spread and hands behind my head. He reached up and began lightly touching my nipples and then pinching and pulling. He twisted them. He flicked them. All the while knowing how sensitive they are and how easily he can bring me to orgasm without touching any other part of my body. My clit was on fire and my pussy even juicier than normal. My juices were literally dripping from me. Closer and closer he brought me to an orgasm. I fought it hard, knowing that to have an orgasm without permission would result in serious punishment. I tried hard not to moan out loud but at one time, could not hold it back. This brought on an extremely hard pinch and twist to my nipples. Finally, when I thought I could not hold off the orgasm any longer, Master looked up at me and as he leaned in close to my pussy, said "Now!" My cum shot straight into his open and waiting mouth. His arm came up behind me to steady me and my legs shook and almost gave way. He again smiled and nodded to the stool. 

"Very nice!" said Sir. "Kitten has a trick too. Kitten, another beer!"

Kitten went to the kitchen and quickly returned. At first I did not see the beer that she was supposed to get for Sir. As she turned, I realized that she had the necks of 2 bottles stuffed in her pussy. She walked first to Sir and he removed one. She then walked to Master and he removed the other. Suddenly, Sir raised his voice with obvious disapproval. The sound of his voice startled me and I unconsciously moved closer to Master. His command was "Attention". Kitten moved quickly to the center of the room and stood with legs spread wide and her fingers interlocked behind her head. Sir drew near her and in a very menacing tone began to admonish her.

"First, slut you only brought out 2 beers and I see 4 of us sitting here in this room. I know that you can fit more than 2 bottles in that cunt of yours. Secondly, look at this bottle," he raise his bottle and put it right in her face, tears were welling in her eyes and you could easily see the shame at having disappointed Sir. "How do you expect us to drink bottles that still have the caps on? And now as I open my bottle, I will be wiping your juices off totally defeating the purpose of having you bring them out this way doesn't it? I guess we will have to each taste your pussy some other way then. But first, bend over."

She did as she was told and Sir quickly rained down a series of very hard smacks to her ass with his hand. They were so hard and fast that the color of her tender skin changed a shade with each blow. I tried to count in my head but lost track, I think it must have been about twenty. Tears of shame and pain covered Kitten's face. I swear, I could almost feel each of the strikes on my own flesh and tears of fear and sympathy trailed down my face. Even under the circumstance however, the tell tale glisten of excitement was evident on Kitten's pussy. I almost think that had Sir continued even a few more blows, Kitten would have come right there and then. 

Stepping back to exam his work and sitting back down on the couch, Sir said, "Now for us each tasting that lovely twat! Since you have insulted him, I think that you better take that slutty cunt over to our host first and give him a good taste."

Without any further instructions, Kitten moved toward my Master, stepped up on the couch and straddled him with her pussy hovering right over his face. It surprised me, turned me on, but also brought out some feelings of jealousy as he eagerly dove right in to eating her pussy. This was the first time I had seen him eat anyone but me. I knew so well the feel of that mouth as it teases and sucks pussy. I could feel the heat building in my own pussy. It was easy to see that Kitten was enjoying it as well. Master knows me so well that he can easily bring me right to the edge of an orgasm without allowing me to come. I was watching closely and could tell that he was able to do the same with Kitten, stopping just short of her coming. I was so proud of my Master's skill with his tongue. 

Kitten's legs were weak as she moved over and placed her pussy over Sir's face next. Again, her pussy was licked and sucked. It was bitten and tongue fucked. Her juices were pouring from her into Sir's mouth. He skillfully switched from tender little licks to hard almost painful bites and was able to keep her on that brink for ages. It must have gone on for at least 10 minutes before he finally pulled away from her as if he had become bored. 

He looked at Master with an almost evil yet mischievous grin. Master looked at me and told me to lie down on the floor so that Kitten could give me my taste of pussy. Tears filled my eyes and I hesitated, shaking my head no and begging Master silently not to make me do this. He knew that this was very likely the hardest thing that he would ever ask me to do. You see, eating pussy brought back painful childhood memories and was something that I truly didn't think I was capable of doing. Master looked me straight in the eye with a mixture of pride, encouragement and warning. I knew that if I wanted to I could use our safe words at anytime and put a stop to this, but I also knew how disappointed Master would be and that was not something I wanted to cause. Nor did I want to suffer the results of that disappointment. 

Maintaining constant eye contact with Master, I moved to the floor. Kitten moved over me and I reached up with my hands to gently spread the lips of her dripping pussy as she slowly brought it closer and closer to my mouth. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out and taking a tentative lick of the juices as I barely touched her. I could feel the shiver run through her and it somehow excited me. I had tasted my own juices often and the taste of hers was very much the same but with an indescribable difference. It certainly was not unpleasant. I reached up for another small taste, this time lingering a little longer and allowing my tongue to trail over her clit. Each time my tongue met her skin and I tasted her, I became bolder, more empowered. I was soon enjoying the feel of her, the taste of her and the power that I had over her. I was quickly diving into her with my tongue, sucking hard on her clit and trying for all I was worth to make her come on my face. I was so totally absorbed in eating her that I was unaware of anything around me. The world no longer existed. The only thing that existed was this lovely pussy in my face and the task of making her come. 

I bent my knees at some point to provide my thighs for her to lean back on. I was so lost in what I was doing that it totally took me by surprise when I felt a hand at my own pussy and heard Master's voice saying something about his slut liking to eat pussy after all. I let out a cry of surprise, which blew my breath across Kitten's clit almost sending her over the edge. She tried to pull away slightly to give herself an opportunity to settle down some so that she would not come. I held onto her and would not let her move away. Just then I felt something at my asshole and worked Kitten's clit even more intensely as I felt my butt plug being pushed slowly into my ass. Without a word, I knew that this was my punishment for hesitating when told to eat Kitten's pussy. I dislike the butt plug being left in for long periods of time and was pretty sure that this was exactly what was going to happen. Just as the butt plug was pushed all the way into me, I gave Kitten a final assault to her clit. Master quickly flicked my clit hard and fast at the same time. I heard Master's voice though the fog of arousal that had filled my brain telling me to stop now, that neither of us had permission to come. I didn't want to stop, I wanted to make her come in my face but I did as I was told and Kitten collapsed against my thighs. Master returned to his place on the couch and Kitten and I were given a minute to compose ourselves. 

"Seems that our little sluts enjoyed that," chuckled Sir. 

"It would appear so. I wonder if there is anything else around here that they might enjoy eating?" replied Master giving the bulge in the crotch of his pants a gentle rub. 

That was all it took for Kitten and I to be on our knees in front of our respective Master's begging them to allow us the privilege of sucking their cocks, which of course, they granted. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kitten taking out Sir's cock as I took out Master's. We turned our heads slightly in order to watch each other a bit and began to do our very best to please our masters. It seemed in some way that we were trying to out do each other. We both teased a little before taking the cocks deep into our mouths. 

It only took a moment of having Master's cock in my mouth to lose interest in what Kitten was doing and not much longer for everything to fade from existence except for Master and his wonderful cock moving in and out of my mouth with each stroke going deep into my throat. I felt his cock hardening and reacting to each stroke. I was greedily working to bring him the pleasure that I so love to give him, desperately wanting to taste the wonderful treat that he so generously and often provides for me. So I was surprised and disappointed when he took my head in his hands and stopped me. He lifted my head and looked me in the eye. Then, without a word, he tipped his head toward Sir and I knew that for the first time, he was sharing me with another man. I was expected to move over and suck another man's cock.

I had so many thoughts and emotions crashing through me in that split second of realization that I was afraid I would pass out right there. I was overwhelmed with fear that perhaps we weren't really ready for this and that there would be a high price to pay for it later. Pride that Master wanted to share me and thought that I was ready for that. Excitement at the prospect of feeling another man's cock in my mouth as my Master watched. But, more than anything else, was the desire to please Master. That desire took over and I crawled the few feet to kneel in front of Sir. I presented myself to him and asked permission to suck his cock and do my best to bring him pleasure. He stopped Kitten mid stroke and tipping his head indicating that she should follow suit and present herself to my Master for his pleasure. Sir then looked at me and with a small smile, nodded giving me permission to suck his cock.

I moved in closer to him between his legs and tentatively at first began to do one of the things that Master says I do best. It felt strange to have an unfamiliar cock in my mouth and I looked for a second to Master for encouragement. Seeing the smile that was growing on his face, I returned my attention to the cock in my mouth. I was aware of the differences between this cock and my Master's cock. Master keeps his cock and balls shaven for me making it easier and more pleasant to lick and suck, while Sir does not. Master's cock meets the back of my throat to the perfect depth when fully taken in, while Sir's cock went slightly deeper triggering my gag reflexes more. Master's cock is rather thick in girth while Sir's cock was more slender. Although Sir's cock was not as good of a fit in mouth as Master's cock, I threw myself into the task of proving myself and bringing him as much pleasure as possible. 

I wanted more than anything to please Sir and in doing that also please Master and make him proud. My tongue twirled, my throat swallowed, my head bobbed up and down, my hand gently massaged his balls and very quickly Sir was lifting his hips slightly to meet each of my thrusts. Sir grabbed my head with his hands and forced me faster and faster. His cock ramming the back of my throat each time he sunk all the way into my mouth. My gag reflex was working over-time and I feared that I would throw-up and embarrass Master and myself. Tears poured from my eyes. I fought hard to keep myself under control in order to please Master. Sir gave no indication of even being aware of my struggle or that he cared. His only focus was on his pleasure. Although Master's focus is also on his own pleasure, he is always very aware of my comforts, struggles and pleasures and takes his pleasure from mine as well. I was not accustomed to a Dom who seemed to care so little about my feelings. 

Finally, I felt Sir's balls tightened and I knew that I would soon taste cum other than Master's for the first time ever. I tried to prepare myself for what was to arrive. When his hot juice hit me, I was not as ready as I had thought. The taste was much saltier and I was afraid I would have trouble swallowing it but I was not about to disappoint or anger Master by wasting a drop and managed to get most of it down. I then looked at Master just in time to see him fill Kitten's mouth with his own wonderful, sweet, juice. I sat back on my haunches (suddenly aware for the first time in quite a while of the plug still in my asshole) and waited for an idea of what was to come next.

Once they had both recovered enough to speak, Kitten and I were told that there were chores to do in the dinning room and kitchen, the food needed to be put away and the kitchen cleaned. I was slightly disappointed thinking that this meant the end of our fun, but I knew better than to express these thoughts in any way and immediately made my way to the dining room to clean up. As we cleared the table, I could hear Master and Sir speaking quietly to each other in the living room and of course wondered what the topic of conversation was. I supposed that I would find out soon enough if it was any of my business and I continued with my chores. Kitten and I worked quickly, not wanting to displease Master or Sir but also not wanting to miss any possible "playtime" that might follow our tasks. It didn't take us very long to have everything put away, cleaned up and return to our proper places at the feet of Master and Sir. 


Superbowl Experience



My name is Monica. I am 31 years old and have been married to my husband Rob for 3 years. He has always enjoyed looking at my body. Having other men stare at me is a turn on for him. Knowing this we would often go to a bar separately. Dressed in a short skirt, next to nothing top, thigh highs and high heels I would attract men's attention while Rob sat in the corner watching. Other times he would simply drop me off at the bar and leave me to flirt and enjoy myself with other men. He would pick me up when the bar closed and become aroused listening to my tales of blow jobs in the back seat of some strangers car. Slowly I began to collect phone numbers from the men I met for the time when we decided we wanted something more than innocent flirting and some oral sex. 

Then at the beginning of January Rob started talking about throwing a super bowl party. He had the idea of me being the hostess wearing very little. However we realized we could not do this if it was family friends and CO- workers attending. I of course had the perfect answer. Looking through my list of names and numbers we selected 3 guys we thought were the most likely to enjoy some fun with us. By the time we finished making phone calls to invite them we were both turned on. I gave each of them a different time for the party so that I would have enough time to greet each of them. About a week before the party one of the guys suggested I not have sex so that when the time came I would be incredibly horny. Well of course that worked, the very idea of it made me horny. As the week passed I got more and more aroused. Rob finally had to jerk off it was making him so horny.

Finally the big night arrived. Both of us were so hot we could barely contain ourselves. As I kept him busy helping me clean the house and prepare the food we talked about some boundaries. He pleaded with me to not actually fuck any of them. I could do anything else as long as they did not fuck me. I was only allowed to fuck him. Finally I donned my hostess outfit for the evening. A transparent black bra with matching thong panties, thigh highs and high heels. Carefully I did my hair and make up. Then it was time to wait for the guys.

When the doorbell rang both Rob and I jumped. Then with a deep breath I opened the door. John was the first to arrive. As he ogled my body I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. One hand slipped to my breast and the other to my ass to caress me. Breaking the kiss with promise of more to come I led him to the living room and introduced him to Rob. As we stood making small talk the doorbell rang again.

Mike was standing at the door looking nervous but very anxious as he took in my attire. As I kissed him he slid his hand between my legs to rub my hot pussy. It was all I could do to move away from him and bring him in to the other room. I stood there with my legs trembling while the guys talked about the game. When the bell rang one more time they all looked up at me with grins on their faces. As I went to answer the door Rob reached out to pat my ass. With Rick here our little party was complete. As I turned to hang his coat he reached form behind to fondle my tits. Turning my head I kissed him while he played. Leading him to the living room I then made my way to the kitchen.

Returning with my tray of snacks and beer I noticed that all the seats were taken. Rob in the arm chair and our guests on the couch. As I brought each man his beer I would sit on his lap, take the first sip from his bottle and allow his hands and mouth to roam. By the time I reached the last man my pussy was getting very wet. I stood looking for a place to sit when the 3 men on the couch offered me their laps. I settled my body along them and they began to caress me. John was in the middle and had complete access to my shaved pussy. I was soon completely naked as 3 pairs of hands teased me.

From his chair Rob decided it was time for a break in the action. "Hostess," he said, "I need another beer"

Mike answered him for me. "Get your own, she's busy."

As I lay there with my back arched and John's fingers deep in my wet snatch I could see how much Rob was humiliated. It only got worse when one of the guys suggested that while he was up Rob get him another beer as well. As he handed Mike another beer the guys came up with another idea. They felt his attitude was all wrong for serving them. They felt he would better appreciate the role of hostess if he dressed like one. Of course he objected, and stated that my clothes would not fit him.

Our guests however were to soon learn of Rob's other fetish. He enjoyed wearing women's clothing and had a closet full of dresses and a drawer of panties and stockings. From my position on the couch I spoke up.

"Honey, you have lots of clothes that fit you. We just went panty shopping for you last week. I think you should wear the red satin pair."

His jaw dropped to the floor as the other men demanded that he go and dress like a slut. While he was upstairs the guys continued to play with my pussy. Just as Rob walked back in the room I had a huge orgasm. As Rob played hostess we all watched Tina Turner do the half-time show. Then it was time for me to lay on the floor and masturbate for all to watch. As I began to rub my clit all four men took out their cocks and began to stroke themselves. I was so hot that in no time I climaxed, a great earthshaking screaming orgasm. Rob just sat there looking more and more humiliated as I came for these men like I had never done for him. 

With my pussy still spasming from my orgasm I crawled to the couch and began to suck Mikes cock. While the others watched with dicks in hand I swallowed every drop of his cum. Moving on to John I began to blow him as well. When I had finished sucking all of our guests dry I turned to my husband. He had his panties lowered and his cock was ready for me. As he begged with his eyes for me to end his torment I lay back on the floor and told him I was tired and would have to wait to satisfy him. His 5'8" frame shrunk almost visibly as the others laughed at this. 

While I lay there with my pussy exposed the talk turned to how all the men would enjoy fucking me while Rob watched. He was already so disgraced that he could not object as Rick left the couch to come stand over me. In anguish he watched as Rick knelt down and put my legs over his shoulders and rammed his dick deep into me. Yet he could not bring himself to pull his eyes away or try to stop as another man plowed my hot wet pussy. One after the other the men took turns fucking me while I screamed with wave after wave of orgasms. My husband sat there with his dick hard in painful humiliation that I had not yet touched him once all evening. When they were all done they left me laying there in a pool of their cum, finished their beers, and left.



SuperBowl "Fuck my Wife" Party



MY WIFE LINDSAY SHRIKED "I WANNA GET FUCKED SO BAAAAD" while her wet cunt spasmed around my penis. I held her hips tighter, ramming my pelvis into her butt, shoving my cock deeper into that quivering juicy vagina from behind. Her fourth orgasm of our bedtime fucking was the hardest of the night, making her shiver and shake and gasp for air. It was delicious. It put me over the edge, and I shot my load into her cunt.

Drained, her body fell away from my penis onto the bedsheets. Her long dark, reddish hair was matted from all the sweat, tangled from me pulling at it. Her 34B-cup tits glistened with perspiration, her knobby pink nipples pointing straight out for the last 90 minutes. And her shaved pussy, over her long legs, was smeared in a mixture of her pussyjuice, my cum and our sweat. That 5-foot-6 frame of hers, a divine size 6, smelled like a gymnasium from our animal fucking.

We'd gotten so turned on talking about our upcoming Superbowl party, three nights away. We'd planned every detail meticulously. She couldn't wait for it, and neither could I. She even stopped slutting around for the last 2 weeks, a lifetime by her standards. She wanted to SAVE all that sexual energy. We laughed, collapsing on the bed together, that maybe she'd wasted some of that energy tonight, but I assured her that a good slut like her would find all the energy she needed.

The next three days passed slowly, but finally it was Super Sunday. The early afternoon we spent getting the preparations -- beer of all kinds, chips n dips, and pizza ingredients to make some pies. Then with my help we got Linsday ready. We jointly shaved her pussy, legs and armpits; we wash her hair thoroughly; amply dapped not-so-subtle perfumes; and I watched her apply just a dash of makeup to her eyes. Then she put on the outfit we'd planned: first a white high-cut thong, which arches over her hips and diving down inside her buttcrack so her ass looked almost naked. She also put on a bikini top, made of thin-fabric triangles barely surrounding her 34B tits with a strap behind her back and a second strap around her neck. Then she put on a tight haltertop that showed tummy, and a pair of white cotton short-shorts that clung to her skin so tight like it's painted on.

To get her all horny, right before everyone started showing up, I make Lindsay watch me strip and I jerked myself off on the bed, getting a couple of minutes' help with her sucking my penis, until I cummed hard all over myself. The relief was great, for me at least. Lindsay, being the 27 year old slut she is, was forced to do nothing but lick my salty gooey cum off of my skin, and she dutifully swallowed it good. It leaves her so wet in her tight thong and shorts.

The game kicked off around 6:18, but the guys come over by 5. We set this up through the Internet; it's all local guys, but none she'd met in person. To entice them, I let each of them have phonesex with her that week. And, at my request, each guy shows up at the party with a Bill of Health -- you know, a negative blood test result dates within the last week. So much more fun when you aren't worrying about shit.

When each guy walks in the house, she get eyes instantly ravaging her body. The guys are:

-- Alan, a studly and muscular white guy with short-cut brown hair, married and about 35 years old, 6-2, 200 lb;

-- Bob, a young single guy with longish brown hair, 5-9 180#, he's 24 years old;

-- Chris, curly blonde-haired 31 year old single cutie, he's short (5-6) and wirey (150 lb);

-- Dave, a brown-haired married 28 year old, a little taller (5-10) and lanky (165 lb); and

-- Earl, a light-skinned black guy who's 30 and single, former football player, he's 6-0 and a muscular 210lb.

They were all nice guys -- and, better, horny guys. The two married guys, Alan and Dave, made appropriate lies to their wives to come to the party. Earlier that week I even talked to both wives, you know, calling them to ask if Alan/Dave were there, so the wives knew their hubbies were actually going to a superbowl party and not out cheating with some slutty married whore.

As they arrived, everyone hooked up with beer and kicked back on chairs around our big-screen TV, watching the pregame, but always keeping eyes on Lindsay. As she walked around in her tight outfit, she could tell the guys were staring at her ass as she bend over, and at her tits too. She winked often and giggled, which she does alot anyway, but especially when she's horny for cock. Lindsday I'm sure saw everyone's rock-hard cocks in their pants, bulging and huge, everyone is so hard to give her hours of pleasure.

We draw lots before the game, do a "grid" pool. That's where we set up a chart, with 10 row and 10 columns, each one numbered 0 through 9 down the side and across the top. Then each guy picks one box, one at a time, taking turns going around the room. Since there are 5 guys, each guy gets 20 boxes. So any box is uniquely identified by two digits, the row number and column number. We assign the row numbers to the NFC team, and the AFC team gets the other. Most people are familiar with Superbowl pools like this, I didn't invent it. I just, um, kind of changed the prizes for the winners.

We go over the rules too. Anyone that breaks the rules gets tossed from the house; but they all look like nice guys, so it won't be a problem. Each time any team scores a fieldgoal, Lindsay would give everyone a kiss for 30 seconds, but no one can touch her body during that kiss other than, obviously, her lips; if a team scores a touchdown, she'd give everyone a kiss for 60 seconds, and their hands can wander over any part of her body except her crotch. (That'll make her busy for 5 minutes after each touchdown.) Each guy that wins the pool at the end of each quarter gets a blowjob, either in front of everyone or in private for only ME to watch. Otherwise everyone's willies stay in their pants.

The game kicks off. We had Lindsay in the TV room assembling the pizzas while we watch the game. Fortunately, the NFC teams scores a TD on its first drive, so with hoots and hollars Lindsay walk around the room, moving over to each guy's chair, bending over each guy, and give out long 60 second sloppy tonguey kisses. Five pairs of hands cup her tits and slide around her covered ass and naked thighs. Each guy kisses different, smells different, but they all wanted her so bad. I just remained in a chair in the corner watching contendedly, all of these males enjoying my young slut wife's hot body. Then the other team gets a field goal later in the first quarter, and Lindsay went around again giving shorter kisses but not getting touched. Meanwhile Lindsay also assembled the pizzas for the oven, and got everyone refills of beer and chips.

The pool is an interesting dynamic; the "leader" at this point in the game was Alan, who has square number NFC 7 / AFC 3, which is the last digit of each team's current score. Other guys are rooting for another score by the end of the quarter, so the score at the end of the quarter matches their boxes. Like, Bob wants the NFC to get a quick touchdown so the score would be 14-3, because he has box NFC 4 / AFC 3.

But it doesn't happen, no scores for rest of quarter, so studly manly married Alan wins. First, he gets to take off Lindsay's first piece of clothing, which I decreed would be her haltertop. (The guys mourned the lost opportunity to remove her shorts.) With more giggles, Lindsday stood in the middle of the room and raised her hands, and Alan slid off her haltertop. The guys admire the shape of her boobs shown by her tight bikini top. Her nipples were so hard, they were piercing through.

Next, and better, Alan gets a blowjob from my slut. He wants it in public, so he lies back in his seat and got Lindsay to kneel between his legs. "Suck my dick baby," he moaned, and believe me, all the other males in the room were watching and muttering the same thing. Alan stared at Lindsay as she pulled his jeans open, and no shit why he wants a public BJ -- he had a massive, 8 inch cock. Thick, huge, he's proud of it. Lindsay grinned at him, smiled quickly at me (because she wanted me to know how badly she loved Alan's big prick), put her head down, and her tongue and lips work on that massive penis while the game goes on behind you. Alan was so hard, soon he squirted his delicious jism down her throat. Lindsay choked it all down, and a round of applause erupted. Then Alan zipped back closed, while Lindsay stood to give us a courtsey and return to fixin' the pizza.

But already in the game the AFC team was driving downfield while she was sucking Alan. There's a fieldgoal, just as Alan blows. Time for more kisses. The guys make Lindsday drink some beer, so she didn't taste like cum, then she gave another round of 30 second kisses. A turnover happens; a couple minutes later the AFC gets its first TD. Now another round of kisses, while the males pawed at her body through her clothing. The guys rubbed her tight hard nipples through her think bikini top, making them ache even more. Linsday's pussy was aching so much inside her tight clothing, she can't wait for more action.

The game slows down, but just before halftime, the NFC returns a punt for a TD. Score is 14-13 NFC. That means another 5 minutes with their tongues in Lindsay's mouth, and their hands all over her tits and ass and legs. She was manhandled during these kisses, the guys are just using her body, feeling her flesh. It makes them happy; she make them happy, it makes me happy.

Bob is ecstatic, cuz he has box NFC 4 / AFC 3, and the score is 14-13 at halftime. Linsday stood in front of him so he can do the honors; he unzipped and unbuttoned her skimpy shorts, and he peel them off. My wife's white thong was saturated in her juice, and her tight asscheeks were on display for everyone. The tight damp thong showed off the shape of her pussy inside, and everyone admired it. She did a little dance in front of everyone, showing off her body. She was giggling, but in lust with the attention she was getting.

Then Bob gots his prize. Only, he's a little shy for now, so he and I took her into the bathroom (after she got the pizzas out of the oven, so the other guys could munch on them). Then, in the bathroom, she got on her knees and unravel Bob's 7 inch cock. Not as long or as thick as Alan's but still meaty. She greedily stuffed it in her mouth as she kneel in front of him, and he fucked her mouth and throat then grunted and squirted his semen into her. She enjoy licking off the delicious cum from his hard shaft.

Guys make her give them more pizza and drink (we're strickly onto soda by now -- no one's gonna be drunk), just so she had to move her body around in her bikini top and her thong panties to provide for everyone. Everyone asked Bob how the blow was, and he gave it two thumbs up, making my horny wife giggle.

The 3d quarter finally starts after the interminably long halftime. The AFC comes out smoking hot, scoring a quick TD. The guys cheer for their kisses. With her just in bikini top and thong, they can touch all of her naked skin, all over her body. Hands cup her almost-nude buttocks, groping and playing with her ass. They also each grab her thong and, though they can't remove it or touch her pussy, they pull the thong up HARD between her buttocks, making it squeeze tighter on her cunt and clit. Makes her kisses even more horny.

But Lindsay wasn't even done with the 4th kiss, even, when the AFC gets another TD. Score is 27-14, AFC, if you're keeping track. Now, she have to complete the round of kisses for the prior touchdown, then immediately do the other round... so for 10 minutes straight, she went from guy to guy to guy 10 times over, letting them shove their horny tongues in her mouth, groping and cupping her body all over. She was so horny you'd think she should have fainted. I could see that lust in her eyes; I know it well, I live to see it.

But the scoring for the quarter wasn't done. Only a few minutes after completing the two rounds of kisses, the NFC gots a fieldgoal to pull within 10, and she had to give 30-second kisses to everyone. Then the NFC scored a TD too, and yet another round of kissing-and-groping erupted. She'd spent 17 1/2 minutes kissing these guys in this quarter alone. Thank god for all of the commercials during the game, so most of the guys didn't have to miss the action on the field to get some action with my slut wife.

And with the score AFC 27, NFC 24, the winner of the quarter had box NFC 4 / AFC 7, which was ... Bob again! Bob's a lucky man, but he graciously declines his blowjob, not wanting a second cum so he can save himself for the fun AFTER the game. He does, however, get to do the fun part of standing behind Lindsay, untying her bikini top, and showing the room her perky 34B tits. My they look nice, don't they? Nipples so erect, so hard. she cup and play with them for everyone. Since she have to give a blowjob, I had the guys draw straws (ok... they picked Cheetoes from my hand), and the winner was Chris, the single 31 yr old curly-haired, scrawny blonde.

Chris was so hard he wants a public blowjob, so she knelt in front of his chair and pull his pants down. He had a very hard average 5 1/2 inch dick. At my encouragement he gave her the tonguelashing that makes her wet. "Show me what a good whore you are," he muttered playfully, pushing her head down. He was so horny she hardly had to suck it; he basically just held her head stiff and ramned his cock into her mouth, fucking her. She moaned and cup his balls for him, and not even 2 minutes later he's relieved himself of wads of jism into her throat, even before the 4th quarter starts.

With 3 cums of semen in her tummy, and her nude body covered only by the skimpy tight soiled thong, she watched the game as the AFC gets close to another TD. But they don't, just a FG, so she gave a round of kisses with no touching. Fortunately later the AFC does get a TD to take a 37-24 lead, and she had to give out five minutes of sexy, tongue-filled kisses, while the boys all play with her nude tits. She ware such a slut to let me do this to her.

The game is heating up. The NFC hurriedly goes in for a TD to make it 37-31. Bob is happy, that's his square too, NFC 1 / AFC 7. But there's still time in the game, so the ultimate winner is still unknown. But Lindsay had to give out the kisses again, and I amended the rules to say, guys can either kiss she for 60 seconds or lick her tits for 30 seconds. Every single guy wanted at her breasts, so she spent 2 1/2 minutes sticking her tits in various wet mouths, while the men paw at her almost-nude butt, holding her thin body in their grasps.

It's an exciting end to the game. The NFC gets the ball back with 1:20 left... goes down for a score... but... fumbles into the endzone on the last play of the game, so the AFC wins 37-31!

And now the fun begins...with five super-horny cocks, and one enormously wet slut.

Bob seemed to have all of the good squares, he's the winner, holding also NFC 1 / AFC 7. We all move into the master bedroom, all seven of us. Linsday wasn't saying much, just smiling ear to ear, her naked tits even more pointy than ever. She lay on her back on the bed, and Bob leaned over and, as the winner, got to peel off her thong. There's her messy shaved cunt for all of us to see. Bob spread her open and licked her twat, finally giving her cunt some delightful attention for the first time all day. Lindsay fucking SHRIEKED; she moaned "OHHHH FUUUCK" and spread so wide and grabbed his brown hair, pulling his mouth into her vagina, and only a few moments later cummed hard with an orgasm that had been eluding her all day. With his mouth dripping from her cum, he sat up and spat, "she fuckin' came!" and the rest of us, standing around the bed, mumbled and applauded.

Then it's time for the good stuff. Bob takes off his pants, showing my wife his 7 inch prick again, and crawled over her waiting naked body. She wanted it so bad, she moaned, "Fuck me baby." We were encouraging Bob nonstop as he put his penis over her wet cunt ... and ... SHOVED it in. She squeeled, pulling her legs up more, pull him into her, and with me watching she let him fuck the daylights out of her cunt. He's so turned on to finally fuck her, even though he cummed in her mouth earlier at halftime, he came deep in her vagina in like 5 minutes.

Lindsay, spreading to reveal her gapping-wet cunt, remained on the bed on her back. Since they didn't get BJs, I let Earl and Dave cum next. Earl undressed and proudly shows us his enormous 8 inch black cock. He made my wife sit up and suck it a bit, while Dave got nude. Dave is average too, about 6 inches but thick, he says his wife never sucks him so he wants a blowjob too. Linsday sucked both cocks back and forth, the males kneeling on the bed around her, as the rest of us watched. Then I said "someone fuck the slut," and Earl moved into position. He crawls between her thighs, whle she still had her head turned to suck Dave's penis. She could feel Earl's HUGE cock at the entrance of her cunt, and he pushed in to fuck her. She pull back, and GOT FUCKED. Dave was content having my wife swallow his hard penis.

After watching Dave and Earl fuck my wife that way for several minutes, I put her on her fours, so Earl could fuck her doggy-style, and she had more freedom to suck Dave. Earl grabbed her little ass firmly and pumped his shaft into her soaking aching vagina, stretching it open. Dave grabbed her hair and humped her mouth. She got pulled back and forth between the two horny males. After about 10 minutes Earl lets it rip, jetting his blackman's sperm into her cunt. Dave was nearing the edge and wanted to cum in her pussy as well, so as soon as Earl pulls out, he moved around to kneel behind Lindsay's cute little ass and he fucked my wife doggy style too, cumming in her cunt about 60 seconds later. Meanwhile Earl had crawled around to her face so she could lick the sloppy mess off of Earl's cock.

Alan, who's the other married guy, said he has to be getting home, it's almost 10:30. So he gets his turn next, having her on her back. She stared in his eyes and moaned, "Fuck me Alan, fuck me," while he humped the sexiest, prettiest, sluttiest girl in his whole life. She was doing him a fucking service she know, letting him fuck her body. Alan, who's almost as big as Earl, works his 8 inch erection in and out of her wet pussy for about 10 or 15 minutes. Meanwhile Chris, the only guy yet to fuck her, has her stroke his penis on the side. Bob too has her rub his hard cock, so she end up with pricks in both hands while Alan was towering over her, humping her cunt. Finally he screamed and cummed deep in her pussy.

Alan gave her a big good-bye kiss, and he left. Chris was so horny, it's his turn. Dave, the other married guys, indicated he should get home too but wants one more turn with Lindsay, so he wanted to go next. I say it's ok, while we watch Chris do the slut. Chris is really horny and can't last long, cumming in her cunt in about 3 minutes.

My sweetie got all that cum in her, and still four hard cock around her. Dave said he wanted her tight ass, but I said, only if she had a cock in her cunt too. So Bob, who was ready for another round, got on his back. She crawled over his body and slide her cunt down along his 7 inch penis. Then Dave knelt behind her butt and rubbed the head of his 6 inch cock on her butthole. Suddenly she screamed, she have TWO cocks drilling her, filling those holes, rubbing against each other inside her body. She screamed and screamed while they fucked her hard in unison, rhythmically, until both blow their loads almost simultaneously in her body.

Dave got a good-bye kiss from my slut, while the remaining three guys get ready for more turns. Chris and Earl want to do her each by themselves too, not in a 3some. Earl went first, lying on his back and having my brunette love ride on top of his massive 8 inches of meat, so he could play with and suck her tits. She rode his manhood for it seems forever, until he finally spewed again in her cunt. Immediately Chris pulled her off of Earl and she her get on her fours, and Chris quickly went to fuck her doggy-style. Lindsday looked back and him and begged him to fuck her harder; she was such a nasty, filthy slut, fucking all this cock. If before Chris had only lasted 3 minutes, now he lasted like 30. (Show-off.) He's fucking her so long, Earl and Bob go watch some of the post-game interviews in the other room, and I almost fall asleep on the chair by the bed, as Chris kept ramming her silly first from behind, then on top of her. He made her say she loved his penis (it's only 5 1/2 inches long, for Chrissake), make her say she love him fucking her , then finally made her beg for him to cum in her cunt. Which he did, spilling his third orgasm of the day, the second in her pussy.




SuperBowl "Fuck my Wife" Party



By now everyone is thinking I'm some kind of deformed mutant, having been around this slut fucking so many cocks all night but not getting into the action myself. In truth, my underwear is soiled from all the precum I've leaked. But to prove I'm no weirdo, I take her naked body back into the TV room with Bob and Earl, followed by blonde Chris. I pop into the VCR a videotape she and I made a couple weekends ago -- with me fucking a horny 19 year old blonde coed Linsday and I found on the Internet, while my horny wife helped me by licking the girl's clitty and sitting on her face. The guys were duly impressed, and with them watching the video I got naked with all of them them, so now Lindsay was surrounded by four hard pricks again.

With the homemake porn tape running on the TV, we go at my wife again. I start off, having her on her fours and fucking her cunt and ass with my throbbing penis. Chris comes over for a blowjob while she fucked me. Then we switched, Chris fucking her, me in her mouth. I pull out -- I mean, I'd been hard since my blowjob about about 4:30, hours ago -- and cummed all over her face and hair, and immediately got replaced by Earl. Earl snarled down at my wife, ordering her to suck his big black dick, and he and I watched it disappear down her greedy throat. Meanwhile Chris was hammering Linsday from behind, then Chris pulled out and slid underneath her body to fuck her femaile-on-top. Linsday had such a workmanlike, serious look on her face; she was all about the business of getting fucked, that's it. With her on top, Bob now pushed her forward to lean horizontally over Chris, giving space for Bob to kneel behind her and fuck her ass. 

Holy shit Lindsay -- she had three cocks in her body simultaneously!

My wife was shrieking and moaning while the three men fucked her savagely. There was just grunting form all four, and the bed creeking and knocking into the wall. Lindsay strained to take the double-penetration of two dicks in her cunt and butt, and gagged while looking up at Earl and shoving half of his fat penis into her mouth, through wide-open jaw. Finally the triple-fucking ending when Earl roaded and cummed hard on her face, his sperm joining mine. Bob and Chris held her tight body firmly in their hands and sandwiched her between their sweaty manly bodies, plunging their cocks deep into her ass and cunt, ramming her between themselves. Lindsay's sexy body was so used, she was gasping for breath.

Then the phone rang -- I probably shouldn't have answered it, but I did, and I was glad, it was Alan at home, his wife was asleep, and he wanted to know if she was still fucking. I handed Lindsay the phone, and my wife breathlessly tried to tell him who's fucking her -- and, at that moment we came to discovery, she couldn't even remember anyone's names, all she knew was she was getting FUCKED.  Alan listened to the sex and jerked himself off, while she described that Chris was cumming in her cunt. Bob pulled out of her sore butt and crawled around to her face, where he deposited his own sperm on her face, hand and the phone receiver, while she told Alan all about it.

It was way past midnight, and Bob and Chris had to get to work in the morning. She give them kisses, with her face covered in the cum from three men. She was a sexy sight to behold.

Earl and I took Lindsay into the bedroom, turning off the lights in the house. She lay between us on the bed. I was hard for another round, and with she kissing Earl, I crawled over her body and started fucking it. Lindsay meanwhile keep her mouth planted against Earl's lips, and she held his big black dick while she let me fuck her sore body. I cummed in her vagina after who knows how long. By then Earl was erect again, and he crawled over mhy wife to take my place. I silently lay by her side while the strong black man fucksed her slutty cunt, stretching it with his big pole. She was so sore she was screaming for mercy, but who cares, he's enjoying fucking her. At long last he spewed in her vagina too. Frankly, I couldn't count how many orgasms had been spewed into her pussy. Those Pills she pops every day better hold up, I thought, it was a fucking sperm invasion inside Linsday.

It was like 1:30am. My whore wife fell asleep between Earl and me.

In the morning I got up early and go to work, leaving she sleeping nude in Earl's arms. All day, I couldn't wait to get home that night and hear about all the fun she had during the day with the sexy black stud.

And it started me to thing... the Superbowl is ONE day.... the NCAA men's tournament is like 3 weeks with 64 teams... HMM...?



Superbowl Grid Fun



Those preferring sexy stories should read my more action oriented stories: Nothing More Gratifying or Prize money - those who enjoy reading about sexy ways to have fun with your partner, read on. 

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Most people are familiar with the game, common at super bowl parties, where there is a 10x10 grid and people sign up for particular blocks. Then, depending on the digits of the score at the end of each quarter, whoever signed up for the related block wins a prize. Recently, while watching college football games I thought of an adaptation of the game with a sexual twist.

In this version, I use a 5x5 grid. Unlike the normal version of the game where the numbers aren't known when the participants sign their squares, in this version I assign two numbers corresponding to each of the columns across the top and down the side (i.e. 0-1, 2-3, 4-5, 6-7, 8-9). The columns would correspond to the score of Team A, and the rows would correspond to the score of Team B. 

Next, my husband and I each took turns putting our name in different squares five at a time. Since it was my game, and I'm in charge of most of our sex life, I filled in 15 squares and he filled in 10. You can do it whatever way you like.

The next part is the twist. Each row was then randomly assigned an action and each column was randomly assigned a location. In our case we used the following: 

Actions: Kiss, suck, cum on, worship, fuck Locations: Breasts, ass, clit, cock, feet

I wrote these out on pieces of paper and we took turns picking them from a hat, but there are plenty of ways to do it.

The way the game works is mainly like the basic party game. At the end of each quarter you locate the square that corresponds to the score. If the score is 10-7, it would be the 0-1 column for Team A and the 6-7 row for Team B. This square would be "owned" by whoever signed up for it and would also correspond to a related action/location pair -- perhaps Kiss/Ass or Suck/Breasts.

The owner of the square would then get to dictate the terms of how the related action and location pair was performed. For example if it turned out that I owned the suck/breasts pair I might stipulate that my loving husband was required to suck my breasts until I brought myself off using a vibrator. If we were alone, I could demand he do it right then and there or I might require it be done at a later time.

Alternatively if my husband owned the suck/breasts square he could impose his own requirements on executing the task. For example he might demand I bring him off with a hand job before he sucked my breasts or require me to wear a particular outfit.

Specific rules are left to the imagination and agreement of the partners. These might include any limits either partner might have, a time frame for completing the task, or even whether the square owner has to name the specifics right away or if they can think about it for a bit. 

In deciding how a win will be fulfilled its good to remember that every football game has four quarters and most likely one partner won't win all four. That means greedy and demanding requests can be answered by the same. If that's your thing -- go for it, but remember it's a game and it's about sex, they are both meant to be fun.

Just as important is that four quarters means four wins. The squares can be performed in one rousing session or four separate ones. They can be done in the order they occurred or in any order you choose. 

The other thing I'd note is to take some care in deciding your locations and actions. In my example above there is a square that specifies ass and fuck. If that's a no-go for either of you its best to either have an alternate plan or include something different. Some pairs don't always work great together either (like cum on, cock) you can agree on these beforehand or just let the square winner figure it out.

There's no reason different locations and actions can't be repeated more than once. I used 5x5 as my grid, but you can use the traditional 10x10 if you like and double some things up if necessary If you like lots of oral, put in extra kissing, licking and sucking as actions or extra cocks and clits as locations. You could specify toys, restraints or physical locations as well (i.e. outdoors). 

Be as creative as you dare or keep it simple -- there's no right way to do this.

The Super Bowl is just a few weeks away, but there's really no need to wait, the format works for any game, any time, all year round. There's no reason it can't be used for basketball, baseball or really most any sport. 

Use it to cut a deal -- if he wants to go to a sports bar to watch the game with they guys, let him go but then make him do a grid that includes all of your favorites or gives you extra squares to own.

We've already been invited to a Super Bowl party at a friend's house so we won't be able to act out our squares right away, but that could be part of the fun. We are planning to assign our rows and columns right before we go and then build up the sexual tension as the game unfolds. I can already anticipate the moisture forming in my panties as each quarter ends and I find an opportunity to discretely check who won the square and what delicious acts we'll be enjoying later on.

While I certainly hope I win one of my favorites such as having him worship my clit or cum on my breasts, there is really no way for either of us to lose. I'm sure there will be some knowing smiles shared between us and quite possibly some whispered suggestions of pleasures to come.

Imagine your guy sitting there watching a kicker lining up for the game winning field goal and him knowing that if the kick is good you'd own the worship-ass square, but if the try is missed he might own the worship-cock square. Imagine the conflict between his team loyalties and sexual desires. The outcome could help eliminate some of the agony of defeat or enhance the glow of victory.

Have fun, good luck and enjoy.



Superbowl Party



On "Superbowl Sunday" I woke up alone wondering how I'd spend the day. My current squeeze was out of town, as were both of my roommates, so I was totally on my own. During my shower I decided to see what my neighbor might be up to.

Next door to us we have this awesome 30-ish professor who lives by himself, entertaining like a bunch, including more than his share of single women. My roommates and I have always gotten along great with him, and he always seems to be happy for us to come by. My roomies have gotten a bit obsessed with him - talk about him sexually a lot and keep close track of which women arrive at this house alone, what they look like, what they're wearing, and how long they stay, but I'm pretty sure neither of them has really tried anything with him. 

I don't talk about him with my roommates because I have always been totally fascinated by the guy and figured it would not be that great an idea for them to know. So here I am in the shower thinking that maybe today would be the time to try breaking the ice.

I could have gone over completely naked through the back yard gate without having to go out on the street, but maybe that would be coming on too strong. Plus it would have been totally embarrassing if he already had a girl there. So I decided to do the front door in minimal clothes -- bikini top and really tight Levi cut-offs, and I mean totally cut off. You know the kind that are cut so short that the pockets hang out below the pant legs. Except I'd taken out the pockets, and one of the pocket slits hung open, so you could see part of my upper thigh. On one side at the bottom I'd cut the fabric right up to the crotch seam, so if I was at a certain angle, like seated with my legs open even a little, you could see my thong -- if I had it on - or my outer pussy lip -- if I was going commando, as I was today. I had cut it with a rusty old knife, so it looked like a real tear. Ripped another tear in the back which crossed my ass crack. Ripped out the button over the zipper and hung a safety pin in the hole, except today I didn't pin it in. Only the zipper was holding them up. I'd recently shrunk them in the wash to the point that I could hardly get into them. Real fuck-me pants. 

So I knocked on the door in this outfit and just asked him what he was up to. Making breakfast - did I want to join him? Going to a Super Bowl Party later. I could come to that, too, but it was mostly just a bunch of guys. Yes to breakfast. Maybe to the Super Bowl with "a bunch of guys." (Meaning yes, please, like fucking totally, if they look like you.)

We had some coffee and these fresh rolls he'd baked himself, totally delicious though I wasn't really all that hungry for food. I got up and excused myself to use the bathroom and then when I came back I had decided to make if clear (if it wasn't already) what I'd come for. Stood in front of him and took off my top. He didn't do anything but look at me -- oops! Could this have been a mistake? 

But once he reacted he was totally decisive! Both his hands went between my legs - one in the front and one behind and he lifted me off my feet up onto the table. Felt his fingers dig into my slit. Ooooh!

He stuck two fingers deep into that pocket opening running his fingers over my mound. Then ran a finger inside the crotch of the pants up and down my waxed outer pussy lips while the other hand moved behind me into that tear and onto my ass. Then he started moving the crotch seam of my pants into my pussy crack up and down in and out. He was stretching those pants so hard that they were totally starting to tear.

Jesus Christ! He was taking me right here without saying a word or even undressing. And I still had my pants on -- sort of. I was turned on and could just feel the pussy lubricant flowing out of me, which usually takes a lot longer. My pants were even getting wet. And God! When he finally pulled them off, I damn near came.

And then his tongue was on me moving up and down my slit before settling right under my clit right where it could do the most damage. Within seconds one finger was exploring inside my cunt until I gasped revealing that he'd found my G-spot, where he kept up just the right amount of pressure. He must have sensed that I was starting to cum and slowed, causing it to build up more, then slowing again. God he did totally know his way around a pussy! 

I was almost insane before I exploded, writhing around on the kitchen table in a puddle of pussy lubricant, shouting some very embarrassing things.

I got a bit of a break then while he carried me to his bed, stripped and put on a condom. 

The guy totally knew how to fuck and had inhuman endurance! He'd bring me to orgasm then change position. By the time he finally climaxed himself, I was in another galaxy, screaming incoherently, pounding my fists on the bed, and even ejaculating (judging from the mess on the bed I saw afterwards), which is totally rare for me. I was totally, fucking in love - anyone who could fuck like that was a keeper. "Just a matter of experience," he said, adding "You were great, too." Generous guy -- but a liar.

We both slept and then he made us lunch. "You may not want to eat the shit at the party," he said. 

And then -- Holy Jesus! He fucked me again. Is this guy a space alien? Just a "little one, slow and romantic," he said. I didn't have the wild out-of-body experience of the last time -- just a nice warm orgasm. Romantic? -- totally. A little one? -- no. God-oh-God was I totally feeling connected to this guy. I knew he had lots of girls, so I felt myself heading for a heartbreak.

Tried to talk to him about this, and the SOB totally understood. "I won't hurt you. We can do this whenever you want, but don't give up your guy for me. It's just sex." Jesus!

So we headed to the Super Bowl party. I wanted to go home and get some real clothes, but he said the remains of my outfit would impressive his buddies. 

There were more guys than girls at the party, but really not that many more, mostly couples I thought, but it was hard to keep track. People kept coming and going. At one time I counted about 20 people, but it started to dwindle after half-time, down to about a dozen -- 4-5 girls and 8-10 guys.

The other girls were dressed in short pants or skirts and mostly tight T-shirts or halter tops, totally going for the sexy look, but no one's outfit was as revealing as mine, and I definitely got noticed. There were a few snide comments from a few girls at first -- the ones who left early, I think.

And of course the guys liked my outfit, and the others, too, but were totally watching TV, while we got into girl talk. We also helped serving drinks and food, without letting them get away with using us as wait staff. They had to help out, too. You can't give guys too much slack.

Right after half-time, our hostess Vicki suggested we all take off our tops. See if it gets them off football. And it totally did -- for a while. Guys totally loved it. Showered us with compliments. I mean, these were awesome guys who treated us like human beings as well as sexy ladies, and they let us know how much they appreciated us, not just our boobs. But of course, they totally liked our boobs.

During a commercial we did a little topless dance, and then Vicki started pulling down her skirt, revealing a little thong with a few strands of red pubic hair looking out. She was shaking around her booty, and the guys were cheering and joking with her. Totally sexy -- and sure, I was getting turned on, too. Needless to say we were all totally shit-faced. At that point all the girls decided to get down to their thongs, but of course I didn't have that option. 

We brought out a round of beers and shook our booties during another commercial and things started to really heat up. Our host Carl pulled down his lady Vicki's thong -- with only token resistance -- revealing a lush, but neatly trimmed, bright red bush. He waited for her do a little naked dance, rubbing up against the other guys, then pulled her onto his lap. He spread out her legs and pushed aside her red hair -- proudly showing off his wife's big red clit and inner lips to his buddies.- while she was laughing and not resisting in the least.

The other guys were also pulling down their own girls' last piece of clothing, until I was the only one with her pants on. My prof didn't go after them, but the other guys did, pulling and ripping at them while I pretended to try to run away. Of course, my tiny pants were soon ripped to shreds. Now that all of us girls were naked, we cavorted around, drunk and aroused, dancing and posing, showing off our most intimate body parts, touching ourselves and getting groped by the guys.

Eventually people began to pair off and disappear. I wasn't totally clear on the numbers or who was originally with whom, but I think there was some swapping going on. Judging by the numbers I'm also pretty sure that one of the girls got two guys, probably our hostess Vicki. What I do know is that I ended up in the living room bare-ass naked and hopelessly excited, entertaining my prof and two other horny guys.

I sat down on my prof's lap, and he began fingering my pussy -- with devastating skill. I was out of control, soaking wet between my legs as I was being pleasured by my guy with two others watching very closely. I asked to go to the bathroom, and the three carried me in there and watched me pee. Then they brought me back and cleared this long low table for me to lie on. Could they all touch me? they asked. OK they were being gentlemen, but I was impatient and crazy horny.

Soon I had six hands all over my body -- massaging my legs, my ass, my tits, and clit. Getting into my cunt and asshole. That was the second time in my life and that day that I came on a table without even a cock in me. 

As I recovered I noticed that the two new guys were naked, showing off very nice erect packages. My prof asked if I was done or if I would like one of the guys them to fuck me. "Fuck me," just erupted from my mouth without bothering to go through my brain. My hormones were totally in charge and out of control.

Soon I was on the couch with my knees on the seat cushions leaning over the back with my ass up in the air and a dick ramming deep into my cunt as I shouted totally obscene encouragement. Just as I was starting the ascent up to the edge of the orgasm cliff, he started moaning and his condom-protected dick deflated. Shit! I just panted, "next, right now." I tossed the next guy down on the couch and got on top. Some of the other couples were starting to come back in the living room by then, but that didn't bother me. I was surprised at myself -- I totally wanted to be watched fucking a stranger.

I gave it a few thrusts then turned around where I was facing his feet as I went up and down his dick, wanting everyone to see all the action. In this position I was in control, and could see everyone watching me with their eyes on my dick-filled wide-open cunt. This was the biggest cock I've ever had -- awesome length - and it was total ecstasy to do these long thrusts, knowing the other girls were envious of me and the guys of him. I did slow ones and fast ones, hard ones and soft ones, slowing down for little breaks, doing it on my schedule. When my orgasm cliff came into sight, I wanted to go over, but knew I could get to a higher cliff and kept slowing and pausing dragging it out until it just had to happen. 

I managed to keep control, although I was also going totally raving mad, screaming horrid and wonderful things, as was he. I felt his ass tighten and even through the condom I could feel his dick harden. This time I knew we'd come together.

As I came to the edge of the cliff I felt a new sensation - my own ejaculation coming on. I'd never felt it before, just seen the soaking wet results on those rare occasions. Soon I jumped over the orgasm cliff into this warm and bright ecstasy, shouting, and spurting out pussy fluid as waves emanating from the depths of my cunt electrified my whole body for what seemed like a very long time, falling toward people who were watching me fall and waiting to catch me. Once I landed, I must have passed out momentarily but came back to reality to the sound of applause, surprised to still be in the same spot straddling a huge cock on a couch and not at the bottom of a cliff.

What a day!



Superbowl Party 2014 in Ottawa



Sitting in my friend's living room in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario, I looked at Rhianna Brandon and smirked. If the Broncos lose to the Seattle Seahawks, her fine-looking, simply enormous chocolate ass is mine to do with as I see fit, that's the bet we had. I watched Russell Wilson and Richard Sherman massacre Peyton Manning and the Broncos and smiled contentedly. Seated on a couch not too far from me, Rhianna seemed on the brink of tears as the final score was announced. 

My name is Stephen Eugene and I'm a Haitian-American college student, trash talker and sports maniac living in Canada's Capital region. I crowed proudly and pointed to my Seattle NFL jersey, and smiled triumphantly at Rhianna, who smirked in her seat. Forty three for the Seattle football team, and eight for the Broncos. The most dismal score in NFL history. Manning choked, and Broncos nation got shut down by a team of talented, athletic young Black men. 

Seattle Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson became the second Black man to lead an NFL team to the Superbowl and win. The odds were against him beating an experienced NFL quarterback with talent and star power like Peyton Manning and a seasoned team like the Broncos. I'm guessing a lot of sports betting people are scratching their heads right now. Never underestimate the Black man, I said smugly. Considering that Rhianna and I, along with my buddy Omar were the only Black people in this house, that was a risqué thing to say but I didn't give a damn. Let me have my moment, dammit.

I'd heard too many commentators, former players and so-called experts predict that Manning and the Broncos would smash Russell Wilson and the young Black men of the Seattle Seahawks to pieces. Apparently, if your last name is Manning and you play football, you're practically Superman. Just like I predicted that Barack Obama would defeat both Hillary Clinton and John McCain on his way to the White House a few years back, I correctly predicted that Russell Wilson and his buddies would feat the old White dude and his pal. And they proved me right by routing the Broncos on international TV. Victory is mine, and it's so sweet.

The other people in the living room, namely my buddy Omar's wife, a pretty blonde-haired White lady named Deirdre watched me as I did the victory dance. That's right, motherfuckers, my team won. Rhianna looked at me and rolled her eyes. I licked my lips in a very suggestive way, and shrugged. Rhiannon's discomfort was picked up by Phillip, a skinny red-haired White dude who's always had designs on her but never made a damn move. What a frigging loser! 

That's enough Steve, Phillip said. I considered that, smirked and reminded the bozo that he owed me fifty bucks. Phillip shook his head and pulled out his wallet. He handed me two twenties and a ten. I took them from him, and made a show of holding them up to the light ( as if to make sure they were real ) before pocketing them. Pleasure doing business with you, I told Phillip with a smug look. Grinning, I returned my eyes to the screen. Watching the commentary by supposed football experts, all of whom were dismayed by the Broncos loss, well, that was just too delicious to pass up.

I watched Rhiannon Brandon with rapt attention. The six-foot-tall, gorgeous thirty-something Black woman with the assured look about herself ( and the magnificent booty ) has been on my radar for a while. The first time I laid eyes on her, I was visiting Omar's church for the first time. Omar Khalid is a good friend of mine. Born in Somalia, he moved to Canada with his family a long time ago. Even though he was raised Muslim, Omar left Islam, converted to Christianity and later became a Christian pastor. He's the founder of the multicultural and extremely diverse church which I attend. I met Rhiannon through Omar, for she's his wife Deirdre Johnson-Khalid's best friend since their days at the University of Halifax.

I moved to the town of Ottawa, Ontario, from the City of Seattle, Washington, in 2011. My parents, Louis and Anne-Marie Eugene are Haitian immigrants and they felt disappointed after my lackluster first year at Antioch University. What can I say? I joined a fraternity, met a lot of hot chicks, went to a lot of parties, and my grades plummeted. That's why they sent me to stay with my uncle Orville and my aunt Edna in the Canadian Capital while I enrolled at Carleton University. They figured a change of scenery would be good for me. Well, I can't say that I disagree. I've been having a lot of fun in Ottawa. I've bedded a number of pretty ladies. They've got all kinds here in Ottawa. Lebanese women. Brazilian women. Nigerian women. Chinese women. You name the ethnic/racial mix and they've got it. Now, I'm bisexual and enjoy a man sandwich every now and then but I've sampled a lot of exotic pussy. And none I want more than Rhiannon Brandon's. I want her bad.

A six-foot-tall, gorgeous ebony beauty born and raised in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Rhiannon Brandon is one fine mama. She has a university degree, currently works for the Canadian government, and makes good money. I love a classy sister, too bad a lot of them are often stuck-up. I mean, when you approach them, they either act annoyed or like they're too good for you. Those same stuck-up sisters are all smiles when a crusty White dude approaches them. What the fuck? And they have the nerve to get mad when they see a brother with a White chick? Anyhow, I want Rhiannon quite badly. 

As it turns out, the foxy Black lady from Nova Scotia and I have a lot in common. You see, I'm into freaky shit. I like BDSM, and, um, I like dominant women. I once went to a play party organized in Ottawa's south end by Miss White, the leader of the Ottawa female dominant/male submissive club. At this party, a lot of chicks watched as other women dominated their male subs. I got fucked by a sexy masked Black woman wielding a hand-held dildo. Only later I found out that this was the same Black chick I saw every weekend at church. Yup, I got fucked by Rhiannon. Little Miss Religious is into freaky shit. I'm the only person at our church who knows this shit about her. Well, I've been wanting to fuck HER ever since.

After the Superbowl party, I exited along with the others after thanking Omar and Deirdre for having me in their lovely home. I waited for Rhiannon and when she came out, I smirked and made a show of 'accidentally' brushing against her shapely ass. To the victor go the spoils, Rhiannon said, surprising the hell out of me. I expected her to try to weasel out of our bet. Instead she grabbed my arm and walked me to her car. I came to Omar's house via bus, and was dreading the trip home because of a snow storm and bus delays. Come with me, Rhiannon said, and I obeyed. I was both excited and scared, man.

When we got to her fancy townhouse in downtown Ottawa half an hour later, Rhiannon sat me down in her luxurious living room and offered me a glass of champagne. Smiling, I took it and gulped it down. Rhiannon stood before me and suddenly started doing the strip-tease thing. Let's get down to business, she said lustily, and I nodded. Off came her little red dress, followed by her bra. I watched her take off her panties...and gasped when I saw it. Rhiannon Brandon had a dick! What the fuck?

Next thing I know, Rhiannon was standing in front of me with her big ole chocolate dick in front of me. Grinning, she ordered me to suck it. Hesitantly I took her cock in my mouth. Rhiannon moaned softly as I sucked her dick and stroked her balls. Later, we got down to the actual fucking. I did hit that ass. I put Rhiannon on all fours and admired her gigantic, heart-shaped brown butt. Spreading her cheeks, I lubricated her ass, then put on a condom. I pushed my dick into Rhiannon's ass and fucked her real good, taking my sweet time as I worked my stick into her hole. The sexy Black woman moaned and urged me to fuck her harder.

We went at it passionately, and she rode me for all I was worth. Afterwards, I let Rhiannon had a go with my ass because I'm a versatile bisexual stud and that's the way I get down. Grinning, Rhiannon raised my legs in the air and worked her dick into my asshole. Man, the moment she went in, I almost cried out. Smiling, Rhiannon told me to relax and then slowly worked her dick inside of me. I relaxed and enjoyed, and amazingly, I had a great time. Usually I prefer topping to bottoming because most dudes I've been don't know what they're doing. Rhiannon handled things well, all in all. Just call me a satisfied customer.

We lay side by side, talking and laughing. Rhiannon told me she was a transsexual and the only person who knew was Deirdre from church. A secret Deirdre apparently kept from her husband Omar. Wow. Women are so sneaky, eh? I laughed and nervously asked Rhiannon how she felt about doing me with a dildo at the female dominant/male submissive party where our fetish-loving selves were revealed to each other. Laughing, Rhiannon told me I had a cute butt and she'd been itching to fuck it for ages. We laughed at that and remained in bed together, just chilling and talking. I've been with a lot of women and I love pussy. I love sticking my hard dick inside a hot, wet pussy. Still, I'm bisexual so I sometimes feel the need for something else. Yet as I lay next to Rhiannon Brandon, I felt...happy.

The following Sunday, we went to church and sat together. At the potluck service, we ate together, and couldn't keep our hands off each other. Considering the fact that in the past, Rhiannon and I argued so loudly and violently that we had to be separated, people were surprised. When Omar asked me about it, I simply told him that Rhiannon is a great gal and I like her. My buddy the preacher asked me if I smashed her ass and I chuckled and nodded. He didn't ask me whether I let her smash mine so I didn't say anything. Deirdre eyed Rhiannon and I suspiciously as we sat together, and Rhiannon looked at her and simply nodded before saying that I knew. Yeah, I knew the truth about her. And I don't care. Rhiannon is a gorgeous gal, we're dating and we're happy. Now, if she could only stop arguing with me over my posting anti-Manning memes on Facebook, that would be great! The Seahawks won, woman, get used to it!



Superbowl Sunday



"You smile and serve, remember. Not a word," he said sternly.

I nodded, wanting to plead my case, wanting not to have to do this.

"Let's go over the rules one more time. You will monitor everyone's beer. When they are down to less than a third of the bottle, you fetch them a fresh one. If anyone requests a sandwich, you'll make it. And keep an eye on the chips, salsa and pretzels."

I nodded, solemnly. 

"And not a fucking word," he added coldly, "Or. . . " He reached down to the counter and picked up a roll of duct tape. I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, remembering the last time he taped my mouth shut, how embarrassing it was. 

"And Keiko," he said, grinning, "Smile." 

I nodded silently, my cheeks blushing and my stomach squirming. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought that I'd be serving him and three of his friends all day, while they watched football and enjoyed themselves. My only duty would be their happiness. 

"OK, pre-game is about to start, go get dressed," he commanded. My eyes widened. 

He laughed. "I bought you a little present, cunt," he sneered, "It's in on the bed. Put it on and hurry back." 

My hand were trembling as I opened the white, plastic bag and turned it over. From it spilled a bikini, bright red. I pulled off my T-shirt, slipped out of my jeans and panties and stepped into the red thong. So tiny, it barely covered my shaved sex. The top was small two, with spaghetti straps and two red cups that held my tiny breasts. My stomach, ass and legs were totally exposed. At the foot of the bed were a pair of red, stiletto heeled pumps, which I slipped on as well. 

I walked out into the room, welcomed by whistles and cat calls. 

"Hi Keiko," one of the greeted me. I responded as I was instructed. I smiled and then, like a good little Japanese girl I bowed, saying nothing. 

"Get me a beer," another said. I turned to rush off to the fridge and get a handful of bottles, as I did, I felt a sharp slap on my bare ass, making me yelp, and setting off a round of laughs from the men. 

"Chop, chop," he said, "You get get cold drinkee now." I blushed all over, running into the kitchen amidst another round of laughter. 

I rushed back with the beer, delivering them one by one. 

I kept a close eye on beer and food as they became engrossed in the game. Lots of cheering, cursing, complaints and celebrations. 

Finally, after an hour or two, he told me to sit down, in the center of the couch, giving me a break. He stood behind me, a hand on my shoulder. In his other hand was the VCR remote. 

"OK guys, here it is, the special halftime show I promised." 

He hit play. There was gray fuzz on the screen and then, my eyes bulged as I realized what I was seeing. It was me, lying on the bed, hand between my legs, touching myself. He had promised never to show a soul. 

Then he turned up the sound, while they all watched as I squirmed and masturbated, repeating over and over what I was, "A dirty masturbating cunt." 

I started to stand up, but his hand on my should pushed me down at the first sign of movement. The men were laughing and taunting me, repeating the words I was saying and laughing. 

I started to cry and finally I broke. "Stop it!" I screamed, which just added to the chorus of laughter. 

"Stupid little cunt," he said and before I knew it, he was reaching down and pressing duct tape over my lips. I squirmed and cries, but they wouldn't let me go. 

The tape seemed to go on forever. I whimpered, sitting there in my bikini, mouth taped, in tears. 

"Worthless now," he said, "Help me get her to the back room." 

I squirmed and kicked and struggled as all four of them carried me to the bedroom and threw me on the bed. Leather cuffs circled my wrists and ankles, soon fastened to the posts of the bed, leaving me bound spread eagle. 

The duct tape came out again and a second piece was pressed over my eyes, shutting out everything. 

I thrashed and squirmed to no avail. 

His voice cut through my hysteria. "We're going out to watch the rest of the game. I'll be back tonight unless I find a cute girl to fuck. If I do, I'll be back sometime tomorrow to untie you. Or maybe some of the guys will be back if they are horny enough. Until then, I want you to think about your behavior today." 

There was a long silence and I relaxed into my bonds. There was a soft sensation by my ear and a whisper. "You were such a disappointment today." 

I started to cry again, harder this time, as I heard the door shut.



Superbowl Tradition



I'm not a big football fan. I really don't follow the pro teams all that much. I do like to watch the college bowl games, and I follow a few of my favorite college teams when they are doing well during the season and I do enjoy watching the superbowl. I actually make sure to watch the superbowl every year, mostly for the commercials. I know it's kinda strange. Every other show I watch, I get up during the commercials and get something to drink or raid the fridge or something like that, but for the superbowl, I raid the fridge during the plays and make sure to be back in time to watch the commercials.

After I got married, I spent a few New Years days and a few superbowls trying to explain the game of football to my lovely bride, but with the color commentary and all the hoopla surrounding the games I watched, she seemed to either not understand the game, or she was just not as interested in it as I was.

Being the great gal that she is, the wife would humor me on these days and let me watch the games. For the first few years, she seemed somewhat resentful that I was spending so much of that day with the TV instead of her, but after a few years, she began to enjoy just being in the same room while I watched. Some years she would read a book, sometimes she tried to enjoy the commercials with me, but most of the time, she spent some of time in the same room snuggling up to me as I watched, and some of the time in some other room, happy to enjoy the "alone time."

Sometime in the late 90's The wife started a superbowl tradition. I don't know if it was jealousy on her part about all the cheerleaders on the field and the hotties in the commercials, or just the fact that she wanted a little more attention from me on those days while I was watching the game, but she started to bring me things to eat or drink during the game. When she did, she started to bend down right in front of me and put her bottom right in my face (something that I always enjoy seeing up close...). Sometimes she would bend down as she faced me and give me a great view down the front of her blouse. Sometimes she would even "mock" the cheerleaders by getting in front of the TV and doing a little cheer just like they did.

In 2002, I was invited over to a friend's house to watch the Superbowl. Since I don't really talk sports all that much, I was never invited over before this. I figured I'd try it and see. The Superbowl party at my friend's house was pretty much the same as what I did at home. People would get up during the game itself and get stuff to eat or drink, and make sure they were back for the commercials. The thing I missed was seeing my wife in her tight shorts that she wore, bending down in front of me as she brought some stuff for me to snack on. Every time I got up to get something, I thought to myself "If I were home, I'd get to see my girl's fine ass right in front of me as she gave me this." Not that I was upset about getting something for myself, it was the not seeing my wife's ass that I missed.

When I got home, I told her that I missed her "serving" me during the game, and she said that she missed the "attention" that she gets from me during the game also. Right then and there I decided to never watch the Superbowl anywhere but at my own house. But If I stayed at home, how anti-social is that? She and I decided to host our own Superbowl party for 2003.

Now, she is a great host to parties. She really does them up well. She doesn't do the fancy catered party look much, but what she is very skilled at is making people feel comfortable and appreciated when they come to our house. You know the type. You've been there. Some people's houses are where you want to be all the time. Not because of the great food or the great view off the back deck, but because when you are there, you always seem to have a good time...Yeah, that's her.

My wife went all out for this, our first Superbowl party. She got that corny football shaped chip bowl, She got glasses in the colors of the teams that were playing that year, a ridiculous amount of food, and of course, many types of beverages. Of course, no party would be complete without an official host (or so she told me), so she even purchased a referee polo shirt and ankle length white spandex pants so she could be the "ref" of the party. It was hilarious and damn sexy all at the same time.

As soon as the game started, we all sat down in front of the TV and by the end of the first quarter, my wife had gotten up to refresh drinks and chips and stuff a few times. Every time she came back with more "supplies" she made a point of standing between me and the coffee table in front of me, bending down real low, and putting the things on the table. All in an effort to let me see her bottom and what those wonderful spandex pants do for her.

The ref shirt that she bought was tucked in, like any good ref would, so every time she got up to go to the other room, all the men in the TV room got a great view of her perky little bottom. Those spandex pants left nothing but her pubic hair color to the imagination...and she seemed to enjoy it.

A few times during the third quarter, she bent down in front of me and got her bottom so close to my face that I could smell her wonderful wetness. I could tell just with my nose that flaunting her beautiful curves for me in front of these other men had made her really horny. She even bent down and put her bottom in the face of one of the other guys once. We decided before the guys left that we should do this again next year. All the guys emphatically agreed to come back another year. "I'll come back every year she wears that outfit." One of the guys told me as he was heading out the door.

When the 2004 Superbowl came around, we had the same guys RSVP for our second annual Superbowl party, except for one who had moved cross country during the year. As requested, my wife wore the same tight white pants and the striped top as last year, and just like last year, she bent down many a time to let me and the others closely inspect how perfect her bottom really is.

Before the second quarter was even half through, I could already smell the tell-tale scent of her juices flowing freely underneath that spandex cover of hers. She seemed to take every opportunity to refresh drinks, refill snacks, go to the bathroom, etc. Anything to get up from right beside me and get something to put down on the table again at her return.

During the halftime show, she got up to refresh some chips and sodas and disappeared into the kitchen for a considerable amount of time. While she was gone, Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake were on the tube, and the "wardrobe malfunction" occurred. As soon as it happened, there was a loud commotion from the guys watching. "Did you see that?!" "Was that what I think it was?" and many other bewildered statements from the guys who thought they just saw Janet Jackson's nipple.

"What just happened?" she asked, running in from the kitchen to see what the commotion was about. "I thought they were doing the half time show? Did I miss part of the game?"

"No, it's still the show, but I think we just saw Janet's boob!" one guy quickly explained.

"Yeah," I added. "Justin was singing and dancing around Janet and then her boob came out...I think, I couldn't see very well."

"No, I think it did," Argued another guy.

A good natured argument ensued about whether or not we actually saw Janet's boob, and if we did, whether or not we actual saw nipple. We also argued quickly about whether it was intentional or an accident, if in fact we did see something...

All the while, there was my wife, standing in the doorway from the family room to the kitchen, just shaking her head at the juvenile behavior of the boys in the room acting like junior highers at the first sight of a breast.

"Boys, let me help you with your argument." As soon as she has our attention, with one smooth move, she whips her referee shirt and bra over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. "There, now you can say that you definitely saw a nipple today, and it was intentional." She turns around and walks out into the kitchen with her shirt dangling from her fingers.

All of us guys just look at each other in disbelief and smile at our luck.

When she returned from the kitchen, she was covered again (much to the chagrin of all of us guys) and the rest of the day went off much like the previous year, but after the game, the entire world was talking about the "wardrobe malfunction." Every time someone on the news talked about it, my girl and I just smiled...

When we invited the guys back for the third annual Superbowl party, most of the guys asked what my girl's "half time show" would be this year. I told them that last year was a fluke, but she was planning to wear the outfit again, and we did purchase a larger TV during the year, so the game will be more fun to watch.

As soon as the game started and my wife brought out the first round of snacks in her now famous referee uniform, some of the guys started to ask her directly what she was going to do for the halftime show. "Don't make me regret last year, boys" was her coy response after about the third inquiry in the first five minutes of the game.

After a few more times in and out of the room, and a few more times bending over for the guys, the pestering started again by the end of the first quarter.

"You boys are either obsessed with a good halftime show, or you just want to see my tits again," she teased. "Who are you rooting for?"

"Eagles. I think they're gonna win this year" one man interjected quickly.

"Tell ya what, then. If the Eagles are up at halftime, I'll take my top off again for you. Will that make you happy?"

"That'll even make me root for the Eagles!" said another man in the room who was wearing a Patriots jersey. Everyone in the room was rooting for the Eagles up until the half, and when halftime came, the game was tied at 7 all.

Knowing (and having been able to smell since the beginning of the second quarter) that she was very horny at even the possibility of flashing the guys again, it didn't take much begging beyond the "Well, they're not loosing..." argument for her to remove her top for the second year in a row. She got up from her seat on the couch next to me and stood in front of the TV, and with the same motion as last year, quickly pulled shirt and bra over her head in one motion, and went to the kitchen.

Not quite knowing if we had made her mad and she did that to spite us, all us guys had a somewhat sheepish look on our faces as we looked at each other around the room. Our reservations were put aside, though, when her shirt came flying in from the kitchen and landed on the middle of the family room floor, followed shortly thereafter by her bra.

When she re-emerged from the kitchen a few moments later with a new round of sodas, she was completely topless, just as she was when she left the room. She slowly walked over and bent down facing away from me as she always did, putting her bottom in my view, but this time her breasts were on display at the other end. A sight that the guys on the other side of the room obviously enjoyed.

She stayed topless throughout the rest of the game, and I had a hard time choosing between watching the game, watching her breasts as she sat next to me, or watching the other guys in the room trying to catch a peek of her beautiful 36B breasts and her perky nipples without letting me see that they were checking her out. When she would leave the room, all the guys would apologize to me for checking her out. I would assure them that I was willing to bet that she's ok with them looking. I mean, if she didn't want them to look, perhaps she shouldn't be naked.

After the game was done and we cleaned up, she ushered all the guys to the door and stood and conversed with a few of them for a few minutes with the front door open and her topless for the world to see.

When we invited the guys over for the fourth annual Superbowl party, all wholeheartedly accepted and immediately asked what my wife was going to do this year. I told them I didn't know what she had planned, but she had told me that she was going to retire the referee uniform. They were understandably sad at that news, but decided to come to the party anyway.

Since we live in the Pacific Northwest and the Seattle Seahawks were playing in the Superbowl that year, my wife decided that she needed to do something with that this year, since she was changing uniforms for the party anyway. When the men showed up, they were greeted by my wife wearing a Seattle Seahawks Jersey and a pair of blue satin panties. No bra, no pants.

"What do you have planned for halftime?" almost all the men asked when they came in the door.

She didn't answer right away, but just brought out the sodas and the munchies in the usual manner, bending over close to our faces to let us see her bottom. This year, however, because she had only panties on, when she bent down I could see some of her dark pubic hair sticking out from the side of her panties, and the man on the other end could probably see all the way down her jersey to her breasts and nipples. A few times she even faced me when she put things down and I could see right down the jersey all the way to the blue panties she had on. She was really giving the guys a show this year!

She finally answered the question of what she had planned at the end of the first quarter 

"I think I'll make you about the same deal as last year, boys," she said as she stood in front of the TV, "with a little change. I'm rooting for the Seahawks this year. If they are on top at the half, I take my top off again, Agreed?"

"Sure" and "OK" and "Looking forward to it!" came from the men

"BUT!" She continued, "If they are on the bottom at the half, I'll take the bottoms off instead, just to cheer you boys up."

I was shocked. I'm sure the other men in the room could tell I was shocked because they all looked at me and then fell silent.

"And another 'but'. No pestering me, got it? I liked it last year. Let's not ruin it, shall we?"

All the men nodded in agreement and we went on with the second quarter. My wife brought more refreshments and got cozy next to me on the couch. She would always sit next to me and lean on me, pulling her feet up behind her. When she did that this year, because she was wearing only panties, her legs and most of her bottom was on full display when she sat. She seemed to know this, and enjoy the fact that the man on the other side of the couch had a hard time concentrating on the game.

When halftime came around, it was 7 to 3...and the Seahawks were the 3, so my wife stood, walked over in front of the TV and dropped her panties to the ground. She stepped out of the panties, picked them up and ceremoniously laid them on the coffee table with the rest of the snacks. She then picked up the half full chip bowl and disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, she emerged from the kitchen with a full bowl of chips and laid them on the table, bending down in front of me to give me a view of her now bare ass and all the pussy that God gave her, out there for all to see. She removed a few more things from the table and replaced some during the course of the halftime show, making sure to bend down in front of all five guys there that day, giving all of them an up close view of her perfect ass and the crotch in between it.

It was all some of the guys could do not to cum right there. In fact, two of them had to take "bathroom breaks" during the third quarter. I'm sure part of it was all the liquids we were drinking, but I'm sure part of it was they were walking funny on their way out, and they walked normal on the way back in. I was quite sure they rid themselves of two different liquids in the same bathroom break, if ya know what I mean.

Most of the time during the third quarter, my wife just sat next to me on the couch, with her legs up under her and her pussy on display for the guys on the same side of the room. She got up a few times to "replenish" things, but most of the time was spent next to me, hearing all of us complain about how poorly the Seahawks were doing.

Towards the end of the fourth quarter, when we all were so frustrated at the ineptitude of the Seahawks, the Steelers scored yet another touchdown. Some of the guys swore they were no longer Seahawks fans. I jumped on the bandwagon of Seahawk bashing (being a fair weather fan at best) and my wife jumped up, declared her loathing of the Seahawks as well, and removed the jersey, leaving her completely naked in full view of all the guys.

Now, this wasn't as much of a shocker for her, I guess. We had already seen her breasts the year before and today down the shirt, but seeing her completely naked in front of friends, I almost lost it right there in my pants. She grabbed a bowl or two and headed into the kitchen, only to return a moment later and begin to clean up...completely naked. I told her come sit back down and she did for a few moments, but we all knew the game was over for this year and besides, nobody was watching the game anymore. Every eye in the room was on this beautiful naked woman seated next to me. 

As soon as the last second ticked off the clock (after about 3 minutes of her sitting naked in the room), she got up, turned the TV off and said "Boys, I hate to be a terrible host, but it's time for you to leave so I can get a good screwing from my man. No, you can't watch, but you can watch my ass as I shuffle you to the door." She promptly turned, wiggled her bottom a little, and walked to the front door. All the guys looked at me with the look I was starting to get used to. The mix of shock and "you're a lucky bastard" all rolled into one.

"Gentlemen, it looks like I have some business to attend to," I said as I stood to try to usher them out. As the guys stood, I could tell that standing was difficult for each and every one of the due to the hard-on that they had. Most of them walked slowly (and awkwardly) to the door. 

At the front door, my wife greeted them with a smile (and her naked body), gave them a hug, thanked them for coming and ushered them out. One guy she kissed on the cheek. The last guy she grabbed by the crotch and said "Thanks for coming. I had fun and I can tell you did too. See you next year."

I certainly hope we do see them next year. The sex after they left was the best I ever had. It seems that my wife likes to show off for my friends, but that, my friend, is another story entirely...



Superbowl Whore



Rick had bought a 52" Hi Def LCD TV for the game. He had invited a bunch of his buddies to watch the game at our place.

I was to look after serving the guys refreshments. I had got an outfit from Greta resembling a Steelers's cheerleader but much more revealing.

I was to be their Superbowl Whore. 

The "guest list" was all guys I knew and was comfortable with. Indeed many of them had already been partners in threesomes with Rick and I.

Theo is my favorite. Theo is a goofy guy whose wife divorced him several years before. He is still in love with his ex-wife and five year old daughter Cassandra.

Theo takes in borders more for company than the money. He currently has a single mother and her little boy; I suspected he is banging the mother?

Then there is Paul. Paul is a know-it-all suave guy who has never worked a day in his life. He fancies himself as an entrepreneur and is involved in one scheme after another. Paul's wife divorced him after their first year of marriage. 

Eric "Nighthawk" Johnson is a chubby unemployed looser. Eric's pride and joy is his customized van, which he almost lives in. He cruises the streets at night looking for babes to ride in his van with him. He spends most of his time looking. 

Dan and his brother Chris are long time friends. Dan lives in nearby Toronto with his pretty hairdresser wife Dorothy. Dan is a good-humored easy-going type and always game for some fun. Chris is only twenty and not married but engaged to an inspiring TV model. 

Finally there was my bonus, Lloyd Best. Lloyd is a black man with his own barbershop. Never married Lloyd is a Jamaican immigrant. Lloyd came right from the island and opened his own shop and was soon a popular member of the community. I had had the pleasure of having Lloyd's thick rope in me on several previous occasions.

These were to be my partners for our Superbowl gang-bang.

"Ten cases of beer?" I question Rick as he unloaded the car.

He had set up a "beer fridge" in the garage along with a couch and some chairs and the new Sony home theater. A mattress had strategically been placed in the corner.

Along with the beer Rick had cleaned out the chip rack of the 7-11 and bought half-a-dozen frozen pizzas. A bowl of black and gold wrapped condoms was prominently placed ready for the party to begin. 

The "Steelerettes" outfit Greta had sold me had a very, very short gold skirt and a transparent black top with a gold "S" emblazoned strategically between my tits. Wore without panties it was sure to be a crowd pleaser. 

"Try it on for me." Rick asked.

It was a couple of hours before the guys were due to arrive. We had been busy making last minute preparations for the game.

I had shaved my pussy in the shower that morning so it would be as smooth as a baby's bottom for my lovers. My hair had been done at Roberto's along with a manicure and pedicure. I went to the bedroom and took the flimsy outfit from the closet.

Removing my clothes I stood in front of the full-length mirror. Five foot six, one hundred and eighteen pounds, shoulder length strawberry blonde hair framing baby-blue eyes and 38C breasts, long shapely legs, I was cheerleader material.

I slipped on the two skimpy garments but I still felt naked.

"Wow, there's going to be a few guys wanting to score tonight!" Rick said when I flipped the skirt up over my bare ass.

"Do you think so?" I asked him coyly lifting the front showing him my freshly shaven pussy.

Dan was the first to arrive.

"Yes!" he said as I greeted him at the door.

"I hope you saved some for me?" I teased putting my arms around his neck and kissing him.

My skirt rode up and he filled is big hands with my bare ass.

"You bet." he said as he pressed me against his erection.

It was about an hour to game time and everyone had arrived. As the guys congregated in the garage I had been busy serving them and flashing my pussy. A few hands had caressed my bare ass in anticipation of what was yet to come.

A guy had once asked Rick why he didn't mind men fucking his wife?

"She is like an exotic sports car, once they take her for a ride they are spoiled for any other woman." He had told them.

So far fifty-three men had taken me for a demo.

The rule was no fucking before half time. That was when I was scheduled to do my strip and start doing the boys.

By half time my pussy was itching for cock. A few fingers had visited me while horsing around as the game progressed. The more wobbly pop the guys drank the more boisterous they got. It was only part way through the second quarter Dan lost a bet on an incomplete pass and I got to sit on his face. All the guys hooted and hollered as he licked out my cunt.

Half time finally arrives and the first commercial is still playing when my top comes off.

It starts as sort of a bukkake session, seven cocks jerking inches from my face. Some are cut, some are not, some are long, some are thick and all are hard!

The cum starts spurting towards my open mouth. Great globs of the stringy white goo fly through the air and splatter on my face. The first one catches me in my right eye, the next lands on my extended tongue. I swallow my first taste of salty cum.

There was a cloudburst of cum, it was pelting my face faster then I could handle it. My fingers squeegee the thick goo into my mouth as I desperately tied to swallow every drop.

"God your wife loves cum!" someone said as my face begin dripping with the sticky, white goo.

I was in a feeding frenzy, a thick trail of seven guys' slime led down my throat into my belly. Suddenly a cockhead entered my mouth. Automatically my lips sealed around it and I begin to suck the goodness out of it.

My short skirt was up around my waist little more than a wide belt. Cock in mouth I was carried over to the mattress. I was still sucking when the first cock slid into me.

I was ready and my pussy took the invader in one smooth deep thrust. With two cocks in me cum continued to rain on me from above until my tits looked like glazed donuts.

As I sucked one cock another was rubbing my face with its cum-coated head smearing my eyelids and cheeks with sticky goo. Vaguely I could see a circle of cocks surrounding me, I was in heaven!

Cocks begin erupting insides of my body as well as on it. My cum saturated mouth was filled with another load of salty brine just as the cock exploded in my pussy filling me with sperm. It was too much and an orgasm stole my body.

I writhed like an injured animal as the spasms racked my being.

"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed as their cum flowed into me. 

When I returned to reality the cocks were changing in me. This time an additional one filled my ass. Now riding three cocks I started going for yet another climax. 

My pussy was wet with a load of cum in it and the cock lid effortlessly as I begin to enlarge. My bum was still tight but it was yielding nicely to the thick cock stretching it. The cock in my mouth was almost touching m tonsils as my tongue swirled around it. I was a human fucking machine! 

My sphincter was loosing up nicely and whoever was in it was sliding up to his balls into my dirt chute. Somebody had their hands full of my tits and still the cum rained down on me. 

I groaned as my naked body became slippery with a coating of cum.

I love getting D.P.'d, a hard cock in my asshole and another in my cunt separated only by my thin membrane. Each thrusting in and out of me independently like two wild animals. With my mouth full of cock I feel complete. I was at the mercy of three cocks as they pounded me senseless.

The game had resumed on TV but few were interested. It looked like certain victory for Pittsburgh and there were still cocks to be drained into me.

I don't know how many orgasms I had that afternoon, ten, twenty? When the boys finished with me cum run down the insides of my legs from my throbbing pussy.

The guys settled up their wagers and said they were looking forward to watching the Stanley Cup on the big screen. 



Superbowl



For a short time, Master and Sir watched the game, drank their beer and again acted as if we did not exist. A few times, Master again patted my head and gave me a smile that told me he was very pleased with my performance today. He even went so far one time of murmuring something about his "Sweet Pet" which brought tears of joy and pride to my eyes. As if I had much interest in the game to begin with, it was increasingly difficult to sit still and pay any attention to it with the butt plug still in place and I was beginning to wonder if Master had forgotten that he had placed it there. I knew that it was there as a punishment for my earlier hesitation, but this was the longest he had ever made me wear this particular plug, which was the largest of the ones we had. No matter how hard I tried, I could not help but fidget some sitting on the stool. This brought a small frown from Master. I could tell from the look on his face that he was not truly angry and that he knew exactly why I was fidgeting, but still I tried harder to sit still. As the game neared its end, Master leaned down and tenderly kissed my neck creating a shiver that ran through my whole body. He then whispered in my ear for me to go into the bathroom, go potty and remove the plug. I was then to clean myself up, bend over and wait for Master to come make sure I was well cleaned. 

"Ohhhh, Thank you Master!" I said gratefully and was down the hall and in the bathroom before he could even acknowledge that I had spoken. 

I sat down on the toilet and started to remove the plug. Having had it in so long, all the lubrication that was used to put it in had been absorbed and it did not want to move at first. I had to work hard to get it out and it really hurt bringing tears to my eyes; tears of pain but also of shame because I knew that my hesitation had disappointed and embarrassed Master. Thinking back to sucking Sir's cock and the way that he used my mouth so callously, then thinking about the way that Master uses me while always still thinking of my pleasure, made my shame that much worse. I vowed that I would do whatever it took to please Master and make him proud for the rest of the day. And with that thought, I pulled hard on the plug and it finally came out. I quickly finished my tasks on the toilet and got everything cleaned up, including the plug and my tear stained face. Then I bent over with my hands on the edge of the tub, my legs spread wide apart and my ass facing the door and waited for Master. 

I have no idea how long I was there waiting. At first, I was listening to murmured voices in the other room, the sound of the front door opening and closing, noises that sounded like furniture being moved, and even a few thuds. But, as time passed, my mind wandered and thoughts of events from earlier in the day washed away the sounds in the rest of the house. Because of this, I did not hear the bathroom door open and jumped with surprise when Master's hands touched my butt and pulled my cheeks apart to check my cleaning job. He allowed his warm finger to trace circles around the tender skin of the hole that had recently been filled with the plug. He then slowly ran his finger over the opening of my pussy and, given the thoughts I had been lost in, found it rather wet. He moved even lower and brushed my clit before pinching it firmly between his fingers.

"My sweet pet seems to like the day's events and has apparently been having naughty thoughts while waiting for me, hasn't she?" were the first words that Master spoke.

"Yes Master", was my only reply.

He pinched even harder, "Yes Master what?" continuing to increase the pressure on my clit.

"Yes Master, I have greatly enjoyed the day and have been filled with naughty thoughts while I waited." 

Obviously pleased with my response, Master let go of my clit, but not before tightening his grip even more, for a split second crossing that threshold between pleasure and pain. He then stepped back and place one hard slap of his hand to my butt leaving a pink, warm print on one cheek. 

"You have been a very good pet today, but you have failed me on one small point. You have received a portion of your punishment for that failure but there is more to come. How much punishment? That depends solely on how you behave for the rest of the day. I am going to take you into the other room, hand you a remote control to the butterfly on Kitten's clit which you will have unlimited control of. You will bend over and take the spanking that you deserve for your earlier hesitation to follow my orders. You will count each swat loudly. You will not cry out, put your hands in the way or any of the other things that you know I hate when I am forced to discipline you. When you have reached 20, you will get down on your knees, thank me for the discipline and proceed to suck my cock. If you are a very good little slut, you will receive a reward that you will never forget. Part of your reward will be permission to come as hard and as often as you can and want to. Basically, a free come pass. If not, your punishment will be to take Kitten's current place and she will receive the reward instead. Do you understand me?" He emphasized this with another swat, leaving a matching print on my other cheek.

"Yes Master, I understand the instructions you have given me."

With that, he took my hand and led me back to the living room. As I walked in, I saw Kitten strapped in one of the armed, dining room chairs. She had clamps on both nipples, the clit butterfly that Master had mentioned in place, and on another chair in front of her was a metal toolbox. Extending from the end of the toolbox was an arm with a huge dildo on the end of it. The dildo was working hard and fast, in and out of her pussy. The butterfly was not even turned on and she was already writhing with the pleasure of the dildo, and I wondered for a moment how that could possibly be considered the punishment. Sir was standing over her, somehow balancing with his feet on the seat of the chair on either side of her butt, and was riding her face. I could see how deep he was shoving his cock and remembered that feeling. As quickly as I could, I took my place in the middle of the room, bending over with my ass exposed and prepared for the paddling that was to come. Kitten's chair was positioned so that all she had to do was look out of the corner of her eye and would be able to watch as my ass changed color with each swat. 

Before the first strike, Master handed me the remote control he had told me about and with a nod, indicated that I should turn it on. I turned it to low at first and from the moan that escaped from Kitten around the cock in her mouth; I could tell that it had an immediate effect on her. I decide right then that I would increase the speed slightly as I received my swats. No sooner had I finished that thought then the first strike landed hard on my ass. 

SMACK!

For a second, I almost forgot to count. "One Master!"

"Count faster slut or we will begin again." Master's voice sounded.

SMACK!

"Two Master!"

SMACK!

"Three Master!"

SMACK!

"Four Master!"

SMACK!

"Five Master!" And with that one, I turned up the remote on more level causing a more intense moaning to come from Kitten.

This continued with the swats warming the skin of my ass, me counting and turning up the remote with each five strokes, Sir ramming his cock as deep in Kitten's mouth as possible and Kitten moaning and crying with a combination of pleasure and pain. I was beginning to see how her position really was punishment, I did not think that she had permission to come and it must have truly been a struggle not to. As the last stroke hit my ass and the remote reached high, Sir rammed his cock deeper into her mouth than I thought possible and told her to come now! Her entire body shook with the largest and most intense orgasm I have ever seen any woman have, in real life or anywhere else. Her juices poured out onto the floor and it was clear that Sir had come as well. Between that scene and the paddling that I had just taken, I almost came as well. The slightest stimulation at that point would have put me over the edge.

I fell to my knees in front of Master as he quickly stripped out of his clothes and I thanked him over and over for the well-deserved discipline that he had just given me and begged him to let me suck his cock. When he sat on a chair naked, he caressed my head tenderly. Looking with love and affection into my eyes, he gave me permission to begin sucking his cock and to come at will for the rest of the day. Thrilled beyond belief I eagerly place my tongue on the tip of Master's cock for that first lovely taste of pre-cum. I licked the tip like a lollipop a few times before letting my tongue trace circles around it. Only then did I allow myself to slowly take him in. I worked slowly, inch by inch until my nose was pressed tight against the flesh at the base of his cock. I paused and swallowed a few times, massaging the entire length of him with my tongue and throat. I then eased slightly and pulled my head back letting him slip gently out of my mouth, not stopping until I again reached the tip only to start the whole series of motions over again; teasing his tip, taking him all the way in, swallowing and releasing him. I made each trip from tip to base, a tiny bit faster than the one before. 

As I continued to increase the speed and intensity, I again heard Sir give Kitten permission to come and Kitten cry out with the long awaited release. It was only then, that I realized that I was still in control of her butterfly and had left it on high. I slowed my pace long enough to turn her back down to low, I could hear the relief in the moan that escaped her lips. I looked back at Master and he had one of the biggest smiles on his face that I had ever seen. I returned to my full attention to my previous task. I was so lost in working to bring Master pleasure that I was totally taken by surprise when I felt a hand between my legs. It was instantly clear that it was Sir's hand and I was so excited to have him touch me, while knowing that Master was watching him. 

Sir held his hand very still at first, just pressing it against me, feeling my wetness. I could feel the heat from his hand and I could not help but move against it, wanting the stimulation that would allow me to come. He moved his hand slightly to part my lips and slid his fingers slowly inside me. That was all it took to push me over the edge of my first orgasm since my "trick". I felt juices running everywhere. He adjusted his hand so that he could flick my clit as he worked his fingers in and out of my pussy. This kept my orgasm going and even building into a second one. Almost as quickly as his hand had appeared, it was gone and I felt empty, in desperate need of being filled. I moaned my disappointment around Master's cock. Just then, Sir rammed his cock into my pussy hard and deep changing my moan to one of immense pleasure. It also caused me to take Master's cock deep into my throat. As I moaned in pleasure, so did Master and he came hard in my mouth and throat. Each stroke from Sir, forced me to continue sucking Master's cock, draining every drop of the precious juice I love so well while at the same time, keeping him fully hard. 

Master then said that he wanted me to ride Sir's cock, so Sir pulled out of me and lay down on the floor. I reluctantly removed my mouth from Master's cock and mounted Sir's. Using my hand, I guided Sir's cock into me. I started to move up and down, all the while watching Master's face. Even though he had told me that this was what he wanted, I was still fearful. I was afraid that he would be jealous, that it was a test of some sort to see if I was loyal to him. Had I failed the test by not refusing to ride Sir's cock? Was this truly what he wanted? I watched as the smile grew on his face and his hand stroked his own cock and was comforted by the knowledge that he was enjoying seeing me ride another man's cock. He knelt down on the floor behind me so that I could no longer see him. I assumed that he wanted a closer look. 

He wanted a closer look all right! The next thing I knew, I felt his tongue on my asshole working its magic. Master pushed his tongue inside my hole that was already loosened from having the plug in earlier. The combination of sensations caused me to have another huge orgasm. I was forced to stop riding Sir for a moment to recover from that one. That gave Master time to shift positions and I felt the pressure of his cock where his tongue had just been. He gently, but insistently pushed the head of his cock inside my asshole. I instinctively lifted my ass to meet him raising me slightly off Sir's cock. I heard Kitten moaning with the pleasure of the show and also the dildo and butterfly that were still torturing her. I again turned the remote up to high. The three of us on the floor soon had a wonderful rhythm going with Master and Sir's cocks working opposite each other. One moving in as the other moved out then reversing the motion. All too quickly, I started to come again, harder than I have ever come before. The walls of both my pussy and my ass squeezed hard, the cocks that were filling them. This cause first Sir and then Master to also come hard inside me. Totally spent, we all three collapsed still joined together. 

It took a few minutes for Master to have the energy to pull away from me allowing me in turn to pull away from Sir. Poor Kitten was still being fucked away by the toolbox and the butterfly buzzing away at her clit. She screamed out with still another orgasm of her own and reminding us how long the dildo had been going in and out of her. I had no idea how many orgasms she'd had, but I was betting that it was more than she had ever experienced in that amount of time before. I turned the remote off and heard her sigh with relief. Sir reached over and turned off the toolbox as well. I looked at Kitten and saw the tears that had been streaming down her face. I realized that perhaps the toolbox was punishment after all.

Sir began to remove and tear down the toolbox and then to release Kitten from the restraints of her chair. I watched as Sir pulled the dildo from Kitten's red, swollen pussy lips. It appeared to me as if the thing had fucked her dry and then some. Although there did look to be a large damp spot on the floor from her cum that would have to be cleaned the next day. Sir then took off the butterfly and just the slight movement of it against her tortured clit brought fresh tears to her already red eyes and her tear stained face. Her nipples were almost purple from clamps having been on so long. I saw the deep pink creases where the ropes had rubbed and cut into her ankles and wrists as she had struggled against them, with what I was guessing to be both the pleasure and torture of orgasm after orgasm that had ravaged her body. As the last of the ropes were removed, she practically melted out of the chair onto the floor at Sir's feet. I did not imagine that she would be able to stand for quite a while. 

I moved closer to Master and risking later punishment from speaking without permission, I could not help myself, "Thank you Master!" I whispered.

"For what my sweet pet?"

"For making one of my deepest, darkest fantasies of being filled by two cocks come to life. I hope and pray that you were pleased with everything. But even more than that, for loving me as you do Master."

Tenderly, he took my head in his hands and looked in my eyes with more love and admiration than I had ever seen before. He kissed my lips and then he said, "That was incredible my sweet pet! I am very pleased with EVERYTHING! Most of all, I love you more than words can ever say!" He kissed me again before suggesting that perhaps I wanted to clean myself up a bit. Tears of love and appreciation for the tender, gentle way my Master treats me, as if I am his most prized possession, filled my eyes. As I stood up to go to the bathroom, the cum from both men, ran down my legs. 

We were all spent and exhausted and quiet for a time, lost in our own thoughts. Before to long however, Sir and Kitten thanked us both for the best Superbowl party they had ever attended. We all agreed that we would have to get together again soon and they left. I could not wait to discover what adventure Master and Sir would come up with next. Sir took Kitten's arm and helped her out the front door and to the car on her still weak legs.

Master removed my collar and again became my loving husband. We decided that whatever was left to be cleaned up could be done the next day and we fell into bed totally exhausted. We slept all night holding each other tightly and knowing that the love we shared was truly rare. Not many couples allow each other the freedom to explore their sexuality and their fantasies the way that we do. It was not until the following morning as I was cleaning up and putting things away, that I realized Jane's coat was still in the closet. I could not help but wonder whether Tom had forgotten it on purpose or on accident.