5 comments/ 28668 views/ 7 favorites Rugby Fans By: TazDeVille Tammy was a big fan of the local rugby team. Being from Wales in Great Britain, Rugby was in Tammy's blood, it was normal for people to become obsessed by their local Rugby teams. Her father and brothers had taken her along as a youngster and she'd simply fallen in love with the game. She had attended every match for most of her life. Tammy knew the members of the team well. She was an outrageous flirt so she jumped at the chance to attend an end of the year function at their team bar. Geraint the team captain had approached her about it and as he was regarded as a local legend and heartthrob Tammy had immediately accepted. "It's only going to be a low key affair Tammy. Its only going to be just the boys and a few special guests." Geraint had told her. Tammy's stomach filled with butterflies at the thought. Geraint had even offered to pick her up for the event at 7 o'clock that night She rushed home from the ground to get herself ready. Tammy got out of her rugby top and jeans and had a shower. Whilst in the shower she shaved her long legs and her armpits. She wanted them to be silky smooth just incase she got any action tonight. Tammy had to admit that the men on her team were breathtaking to her. She'd fantasised over many of them Geraint included. It was something about their sheer size so much taller than her 5 feet 5 inches. Their necks were strong as were their legs. All had tightly cropped hair. Tammy couldn't control the urge much longer. She took the shower from its cradle and turned it to pulse before putting it to work on her pussy. She closed her eyes thinking of the men from the rugby team. It wasn't long before Tammy was sensing her orgasm. She knew this shower attachment will and it was certainly hitting her spot today Tammy finished her shower by washing her long red hair. She knew she'd have to style it quickly or it wouldn't be ready but she needed to make an impact tonight. As she got out of the shower she bundled her hair into a towel and picked up her mobile. She needed Jenny. "Jenny I need your help!" she started "I've got a date with Geraint tonight and I need your help getting ready. Can you come over? Cool I'll leave the door open I'm upstairs." Jenny only lived next door and seemed to be at Tammy's instantaneously. Jenny knew how much the rugby team meant to Tammy so was happy to help. When she arrived Tammy was still in her bathrobe and towelled hair. "Let's see what we have to work with?" Jenny said taking down Tammy's towel from her hair. Tammy's hair had dried somewhat but it was now curling and although it framed her face beautifully Jenny knew she'd want it straightened for tonight. Jenny went about drying and straightening her friend's hair. Soon it was beautiful just as Tammy liked it. As Jenny combed her hair one last time she looked down at Tammy. Her eyes were shut, her head back revealing her long neck. Tammy's robe had opened and Jenny couldn't help but look at Tammy's ample bosom and gorgeous body. Tammy knew Jenny fancied her and used it from time to time to get certain favours done but as Tammy had never been with another woman she was also too shy to approach Jenny on the topic seriously so she avoided it. Tammy knew men and it was the 'normal' thing to do after all. If she'd even admitted she'd had feelings for another woman then she felt she'd regret it When Jenny had finished with her hair Tammy stood up. "What to wear?" She asked aloud. Before letting her robe fall to the ground. Jenny gasped and Tammy smiled happy at her reaction. It was obvious to Tammy that Jenny fancied her but Tammy had never even thought about approaching the topic with Jenny. Tammy picked out a lacy pale pink underwear set it was new and she'd been waiting for an opportunity to wear this beautiful two piece. She chose a short black skirt from her wardrobe. As Tammy sat on the bed she asked Jenny "will you do my make up as I'm all thumbs today I want to look knock out." Jenny nodded in agreement. Jenny watched Tammy finish getting ready. She pulled on her pair of sheer black stockings before slipping her nylon feet inside her high heeled shoes. Jenny watched Tammy pick out a grey fluffy woollen jumper. Soon Jenny was brushing Tammy's hair and putting it into a high ponytail as requested. It felt great having Jenny pamper her and gently apply her make up. In no time Tammy was finished. She looked amazing thought Jenny Tammy checked her watch as she placed it onto her wrist. "Good I've still got time for a quick drink join me Jen? You've made me look like a million dollars. You're an absolute star babe!" Tammy took Jenny downstairs to the kitchen and took a bottle of white wine out from the fridge and poured out two glasses. "What time are you meeting Geraint?" Jenny asked checking her watch. After all that fussy she didn't want Tammy fretting about being late. Truth be known Jenny would have loved to have undressed Tammy and taken her to bed. Jen didn't want to overstep the unwritten line between them. "In about ten minutes. Are you sure I can't convince you to join us?" Tammy asked one last time "And play gooseberry? I don't think so. You go and have some fun but ring me tomorrow." Jen finished she couldn't bear watching Geraint paw at Tammy and treat her how Jen should be treating her. Jen hugged Tammy and they exchanged pecks on each others cheeks before Tammy locked the door and headed for the club. It was a warm evening and it only took 5 minutes to get to the local rugby club. It was a small bar on the main road through the town. John the doorman issued Tammy to the side room where the function was to take place. The music was already pumping and there were a few of the team there. Tammy could easily make out Geraint standing at the bar. His thick neck attached to those strong muscular shoulders. Tammy walked behind him and tapped on his left shoulder. "Hello baby you look amazing. Can I get you a drink?" He asked loudly in her ear. "Yes I'll have an orange juice please." She responded as she'd just had a glass of wine with Jen and she was planning to pace herself. She stood and chatted with Geraint who held one arm around her waist so he could pull her closer to talk into her ear due to the volume of the music. It was incredibly intimate and for a while Tammy was oblivious to who was around her. It was only after a few more drinks did Geraint and Tammy separate so that she could go to the loo. The room had the local rugby team in as well as the team they had played today. Tammy recognised the faces. There were a few women there but this party has been organised pretty last minute. Tammy felt very honoured that she was attending especially with Geraint. As Tammy was in the toilet cubicle she heard two girls' voices outside the door. "Did you see who Geraint is with?" Said one of the girls "Yeah that pretty thing what's her name? Is it Tammy?" "Yeah that's it Tammy" Tammy listened carefully to their conversation smiling at the thought that they knew her name. "It's a shame really!" said the first girl. "What is?" said the second girl. "That Geraint doesn't know she's gay!" returned the first girl. "Is she gay how do you know?" said the second girl. "Her best friend is Jen and everyone knows that she's a lesbian and birds of a feather usually stick together!" the first girl said whilst the second girl seemed to be making noises in agreement. Tammy was shocked yes Jen was her friend and she was probably gay but did everyone think that Tammy was gay too. Is that why Geraint had asked her out. Tammy's mind was whirling with thoughts and conspiracy theories as to who thought what about her. Tammy waited for the two girls to finish up and leave. She used the time to cool down the burning in her cheeks. She washed up and for a moment thought about running home and hiding. Another thought came to Tammy. Whoever those two girls were she'd show them. With a new found confidence Tammy strode back to the bar and beckoned Geraint to dance with her. Tammy glanced around the room studying each of the women and wondering which had been talking about her. She'd show them. Tammy danced provocatively on the dance floor. She caught the eye of a few of the team players her performance was electrifying. Geraint's tongue was hanging out of his mouth like a cartoon coyote chasing a roadrunner. He was clearly aroused as a large swelling had occurred in his trousers. Geraint pulled Tammy close to him partly to hide it from full view and partly to push his growing erection closer to her. Let her feel it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close kissing her soft lips. Tammy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back exploring his mouth with her tongue. Tammy hoped that those two girls were watching now. "I'll show them who's a lesbian!" she thought. After a while Tammy led Geraint away from the dance floor by the hand. "Lets go somewhere" she started "I want to be fucked right now!" she whispered in his ear. "Oh yeah?" came from Geraint's lips and he led her quickly out of the function room and through the pool room where there were a few stragglers finishing their game. The main bar had closed half an hour ago and drinks would now only be served in the function room to the guests. Geraint led her to the cloakroom at the back of the pool room. There were a few coats there but this was mainly a store room. Geraint pushed Tammy against the wall and continued kissing her. Tammy lifted her legs and wrapped them around Geraint's waist. His hands cupped under her backside to support her. Geraint moved his kisses to her throat and added a few little bites with his sharp teeth. Slowly Tammy lowered her legs to the floor and moved her hand to Geraint's bulging groin. They mirrored each other as both their hands found each others genital areas. His cock sprang easily from the confines of his trousers and Tammy was really wet to Geraint's touch. He moved her panties to one side and inserted a finger into the wet juices. Tammy moaned and Geraint clamped his mouth over hers to silence her moans. "You don't want everyone to see us now do you?" He asked when Tammy quietened down. "I don't care I just want to fuck I don't care who sees us bring them on!" Tammy answered. Geraint was a little shocked at this response as he thought Tammy would be a little shy and quiet. "No I want to have you to myself. At least for now!" he replied Geraint's cock was now throbbing and like Tammy he needed to fuck, de dove in his pocked pulling out a condom wrapper. Within seconds he was guiding it onto his dick. Then he picked up Tammy effortlessly waiting for her to again wrap her legs around him. He then guided himself into Tammy's vagina. She was so tight his large dick struggled to get in at first but Tammy was so wet a few strokes and he was sliding in and out of her with ease. This wasn't going to take long he rammed deep inside her hitting her clit at every opportunity. Tammy was swearing in whispered tones into Geraint's ear. The quicker and harder he fucked her the more Tammy seemed to swear. Suddenly she shook quite violently and her vaginal muscles tightened like a clamp around Geraint's cock. This left him nowhere to go and he was rapidly filling the condom with is hot sticky cum. Geraint grunted as the last of his cum spurted from him. He leant back on the wall to give himself some support. Damn Tammy had been a great fuck. He waited for her legs to touch the floor before he removed the condom from his cock. They adjusted their clothing quickly and left the storeroom. It was now dark outside. "Everyone must be in the function room!"Tammy said Geraint simply nodded in agreement. "Fancy a game of pool first?" Geraint asked. He wanted to watch her arse bend as she took her shots. "God she is a sexy woman" Geraint thought. As he racked up the balls for a new game Tammy felt butterflies in her stomach. She had moments ago been fucking Geraint the team captain and now she was going to play pool. Tammy's clit was buzzing she was extremely horny and she'd need fucking again soon. Just to make it a bit more obvious of her intentions to Geraint she hitched up the waste band of her skirt so that when she'd bend over he'd get an eyeful of the tops of her stockings. Geraint asked her to break. Tammy played the worse shot of her life. Geraint didn't seem to notice much more than the flesh at the tops of her stockings. He took his shot quickly so he could return to watching Tammy. She purposefully laboured over the next shot bending right over letting Geraint see her panties. "God you're a sexy minx!" he found himself saying Tammy turned around and smiled at him that was it. Geraint found himself standing between her legs. His hands on her skirt hitching it further up. His hands finding the tops of her stockings and then her silky pink panties. Geraint pulled her panties down her long legs and helped her stop out of them. Geraint then stood up and took both of Tammy's hands behind her back. He tied her wrists with her panties before slipping another condom on his dick. After guiding himself inside Tammy again he used his hands to hold her in place one of her wrists and the other on her hip to help him get deep inside her. Tammy started moaning. She got louder with every thrust he made. "Shshhh or people will hear us!" Geraint said. "I don't care if they all hear us and see us!". Tammy says she was so horny and she needed satisfaction. Tammy liked being restrained in this manner and the thought that someone could walk in at any moment was adding to the excitement. Tammy was shocked when the door opened however and four of the rugby team came into the doors intent on playing pool. "Oh sorry we'll leave you in peace!" the first one said noticing what Geraint and Tammy were up to. "Stay!" Tammy found herself blurting out. "Sorry Capt." said the second. "Tammy said you can stay and I don't mind if you do" Geraint said slowing down his thrusts "you might learn something!" Geraint got back into his stroke and Tammy could feel that usual feeling growing in her clit. Frantically she looked around to see who was watching her. There was Peter and Michael who she recognised from the rugby team and two other men she guessed were from the opposition team. Although the room was only dimly lit Tammy could make out that each of them was starting to masturbate at the sight before them. Peter said suddenly "I need to fuck!" The next thing Tammy knew was Geraint was telling him if he had a condom he could be next up Geraint didn't last long this time with her muscles clamping around his dick and was soon emptying his load inside her. Then in the next instant or so it seemed Peter slammed his cock inside her as Geraint withdrew. It seemed to Tammy that they had done this before. Tammy struggled to free her arms. She hadn't minded Geraint holding her but Peter was different. She knew peter and Michael and had flirted with both of them but had never gotten as far as having sex with them. Surely they weren't all going to fuck her. Peter's cock was smaller than Geraint's and he couldn't get as deep as Geraint had. Tammy wanted to put her hand down and tease her clit so that she wouldn't have to fake it quite so obviously but she couldn't move her arms. Geraint was undoing her arms now he had done his trousers up and was moving them to the pool table where he held them down on to the felt of the table. Peter was soon shaking and dropping down on top of Tammy shooting his load. The buzzing was growing in her clit again. Geraint was turning her into an animal where anyone could fuck her. It excited Tammy to be used in this manner. Tammy's eyes moved to the strangers. Geraint instructed Bob and Paul to join in the action. Bob said in a gruff voice "how about a three way?" Geraint smiled and Tammy was concerned how she could accommodate three men. Geraint firmly holding her wrists moved Tammy as Peter's now limp cock slipped out of her. Geraint lowered her to the floor, he knelt to her side. "You're going to love this" Geraint whispered into her ear. Paul laid on the floor next to Tammy his fly was undone and he was quickly rolling on a condom down his immense shaft. Paul put his hand across under her waist and guided Tammy over his body. Geraint released his grip on Tammy's wrist and stood up to watch the sight unfold. Geraint watched Tammy's back arch to accommodate Paul's large fat expecting cock. She let out a moan. Michael was now standing in front of Tammy guiding his cock inside her mouth. Looking down at Tammy Michael smiled "suck me baby no biting!" Paul's hands had found their way under her jumper and were squeezing her firm breasts. Geraint found he was getting hard again and was now masturbating openly at the spectacular sight being played out before him. Peter was sitting on a chair his cock had also returned to an erect state. Bob was now standing behind Tammy lowering his knees to line himself up with Tammy. Tammy was feeling overwhelmed. Her vagina was full as was her mouth and Paul was expertly flicking her hard nipples. She could feel an eagerness to cum shed never had so many in such a short period and she loved it. She watched as Peter and Geraint were masturbating. Would they want to fuck her again? She didn't know if she could do much more as she could feel her own orgasm growing inside her. Her clit was pulsing. Tammy didn't expect what happened next. She could sense bob behind her. He placed a hand on her back to steady himself and at that moment Paul slowed his thrusting. Bob started to move into the space between her arse cheeks. He was going to fuck her arse. Tammy didn't know if she could take all of this attention in every orifice. Surely there wouldn't be room with Paul's dick in her wet cunt. Tammy could feel her anus stretching as Bob started to push slowly inside her. His moans of delight at her tightness were obvious. Tammy tried to let out a moan but her mouth was clamped around Michael's cock and she was using her lips to prevent her teeth from biting him. Three cocks inside her drove Tammy wild and she started bucking on the two in her anus and pussy Bob's hands found her hips as he and Paul thrusted in tandem. As Tammy got used to the incredible sensation Bob moved a hand to her butt. He hitched her skirt up completely around her waist and started to rub her buttocks digging his nails into the soft flesh. It wouldn't be long before Tammy's orgasm was going to take over completely. Within moments Michael had cum inside the condom he rested his hands on the back of her head as he groaned loudly and shook. Slowly he withdrew his dick from her mouth. Peter and Geraint now came over to Tammy. Geraint knelt down in front of Tammy and Peter stood to one side. Tammy's eyes were fixed on Geraint his hand was gripping his cock and jerking himself off. His cock was twitching and Geraint's eyes were fixed on Tammy. He came close so close to ramming his dick inside that sweet mouth of hers. Tammy's eyes were now rolling in the back of her head. Her orgasm was building. Bob started to groan loudly as he came. As he withdrew his cock Tammy's orgasm hit wave after wave of orgasm flowed through her. She bucked wildly on Paul. The orgasm filtered through to Paul's dick her muscles clamping wildly around his dick binging him to orgasm too. Within moments Peter and Geraint came again. Peter's cum splattered out onto the back of her head. Geraint's cum exploded into her face. She was drenched with cum. Tammy collapsed onto Paul not able to support herself for a moment or two. It wasn't long before everyone was getting dressed. Paul lifted Tammy off and laid her on the floor next to him. She'd need a few moments more to recover. Rugby Fans My wife is dominant, assertive and very attractive. I know guys fancy her, I can see it in the way they look at her, and the way they all hang around her. I don't mind that they fancy her, it's a compliment to me, as I'm the one who she married, and I know she's faithful to me. I now find myself with a bit of a dilemma, as the idea of my wife doing something with another guy seems to turn me on, but, on the other hand, I don't want her to be unfaithful. The reason I'm thinking about this quandary today, even more than usual, is because my beautiful wife is a huge fan of rugby, and now that she has become naturalised British, she supports England, as well as her native South Africa. For some time she has been going on about finding a good pub which shows rugby matches and has a good atmosphere, so we can watch with other fans, and have more fun than sitting in front of the tv on our own. This is all fine, I also enjoy watching rugby, especially if England are playing, and even more especially if they are winning. So, back to my quandary. My wife is very extrovert, especially when she's had a couple of drinks, and most especially when watching rugby, and I know from a brilliant pub we used to go to near our previous home about three years ago, that she will make friends with the guys, argue with them about rugby, cheer and jump about when we score, shout at the ref and so on. I know from the previous experience that guys will congregate around my sexy wife, they'll buy us drinks, they'll hug her when England scores, they'll grope her bum, they'll accidently feel her breasts. I also know, although she won't admit it, that she loves all the attention, doesn't mind a bit that they all feel her up, in fact it makes her incredibly horny. We are going to such a pub tomorrow, to watch England play. I'm told that it will be heaving with guys, I am confidant they will do their best to flirt with my wife, feel her up, rub themselves against her. I'm a little anxious about all this, but on the other hand, I'm incredibly excited. I keep wondering whether some wandering hand might find it's way between her legs, and if it did would she push the hand away, or lean in to him a little closer. Tomorrow morning we will have sex, as we do most Saturday mornings, and I know that I won't be able to avoid thinking about the crowd of guys who will be hitting on my wife in the pub later in the day. I know that I won't last very long before climaxing, with these thoughts going through my head, so I know that I'll end up with my tongue licking my own cum out of her pussy. It's important that I make sure she is also completely satisfied. The idea of being in that pub later, with my wife horny and cross with me, is more scary than a turn on, so I'll lick her with skill and stamina until she is totally sated. While I'm licking her, however, I'll be wondering whether she is thinking about the guys who'll be stroking her arse later, and fondling her proud tits, and maybe insinuating a hand between her legs, to feel the warmth of her sex through her trousers and thong. Will that be her fantasy to bring her to a crashing series of orgasms on my flickering tongue. After sex, and our showers, I know that my wife will be asking my opinion as to what she should wear to the pub. She will favour jeans, of course, which is fine, she looks good in jeans, but I know that I'm going to think of a reason for her to wear her tight black trousers. I'm going to try to convince her because they cling to her body, they're figure hugging around her gorgeous arse, and they're so tight under her crotch that there is a distinct camel toe showing, but, most of all, I'm going to try to get her to wear them because they are very thin. When those hands start wandering around below her waist, she's going to get so much more sensation from the thin tight trousers, and the guys are going to receive a much better sensation to their finger tips. As to her tops, since my vivacious wife has such magnificent tits, which she enjoys parading in front of men, I'm sure she'll select a top which shows plenty of cleavage, and I know that she'll ask me if it's too much cleavage, and I'll reassure her that it's fine. Thus we will go through the motions of choosing modest clothes for her to wear, but what we will actually be doing is choosing clothes which send a signal that she welcomes their attention, and which will also ensure that she and they have a really sexy time, standing right next to me. So, it's perfectly clear that the whole thing turns me on immensely, and I'm not going to discourage her, but, in fact, I'm going to encourage her to have fun, whilst never actually saying it out loud. The unanswered question, which I'm now asking myself, is how far would I be happy for her to go. Would I mind, for instance, if, in her exuberance she ends up kissing one or more of the guys. Would it be ok with me if she openly lets them fondle her crotch, or if they rubbed their straining cocks aganst her bum or pussy. What if the kiss became a full on snog? What if a guy slips his hand inside the waistband of her hipster style trousers? Am I recommending them because it's easier to get a hand down the front of them than jeans with a belt. Am I hoping some cocky guy will end up with his fingers in her wet pussy. While I'm standing right next to them, pretending not to notice. And finally, when my wife sends me to the bar to buy her champagne, and a beer for the man with his hand in my wife's knickers, and I fight to get served, and eventually arrive back at our spot, will I find that they're not there. I would then know for certain that she is somewhere getting fucked by this young horny stud, but what will I really feel at that moment. And when they return, hot and flushed and dishevelled, will I feel sick with jealousy, or close to cumming in my trousers at the evidence of what they've done. Is that what I'm hoping will happen? I'm beginning to think it might be. Saturday morning my wife woke fairly late, as is usual at the weekends, and I had been awake for over an hour. My cock was hard as a rock the whole time, as I kept thinking about our planned visit to the rugby pub, and about the things that my happen to my wife there. I kept thinking of various scenarios in my head, of different ways she might be touched, aroused, seduced and so on. I kept from my mind the idea that she might let some guy fuck her, because I wanted to save that for when I was fucking her, after she finally woke up. Anyway, she did wake, and after I'd brought her coffee in bed, massaged her shoulders and massaged her feet, she started to touch my cock and balls. I also started licking her breasts and teasing her clit, getting her wet very quickly. It only took a few minutes until she indicated that she was ready by giving my balls a quick but painful squeeze, and saying "Come on" I rolled on top of her and slipped easily into her moist pussy, and started to fuck her the way she likes it, fast, hard and deep. I'm eight and a half inches when fully hard, which she informs me, makes me the second...or maybe third..biggest man who has fucked her, which is fine, apparently, I'm big enough. After about two minutes of thrilling thrusts, I realised that I had overdone the fantasising, as I was starting to get very close to cumming. I immediately stopped imagining some young stud fucking my wife's brains out, and started to think about work, shopping, anything! It was too late and in a few more seconds I was exploding inside my beautiful but surprised wife. "That was quick!" she commented "Sorry", I replied "I was extremely horny" She said it was ok, although I knew it wasn't, but I quickly withdrew my shrinking penis, and set about pleasing her with my fingers. I used the first two fingers of my left hand to pull her pussy up and apart, which seems to improve the feeling when I play with her clit. It also makes it easier to find, if it isn't yet aroused. There was no problem finding it on Saturday though, it was fully engorged and ready for some action. I used all the fingers of my right hand, gently stimulating her clit, side to side movements, round and round movements. She had her eyes closed, and I wondered what she was thinking, was she she having the same fantasy I had over enjoyed a few minutes before. I think she may have, as it only took about three minutes for her to be tensing for her own climax. "Im going to cum.....I'm cumming.......don't stop, make me cum again!!" and cum again she did. Afterwards we cuddled in the warm snug bed, reluctant to brave the winter temperatures, happy and satisfied together. I knew that after my finger performance, my premature squirting was forgiven. "Let's not bother going to the pub today" she stated "It's too cold to go out. Rather, you can light a nice big fire and we'll watch the rugby here". When my wife says something like that, I've learnt that it's not an opening for a discussion, it's a decision she has made, so I agreed without hesitation, and in fact I was quite relieved. In my post coital state, the idea of my wife flirting with a load of hunky men while I watched, didn't seem anything like as appealing as it had half an our before. As the morning wore on, however, and my sexual state started returning to normal, that is, horny as hell, I started to realise that I was also disappointed that we were not going to the pub. In fact, I realised that I was a little relieved, but a lot disappointed. I've decided that in future I need to be a lot more enthusiastic about the pub beforehand, so my wife doesn't decide to cancel it, and I also wondered if there might be other things we could do which would give her an opportunity to explore her sexuality a little more. Rugby Fans Each of the men thanked Geraint for the entertainment before returning to the main bar. Geraint stayed with Tammy until she got back to her senses. "You're a right one aren't you? To be honest I didn't think you had it in you but I like being wrong from time to time." Geraint had planning this it had been obvious no mistake. Tammy had never had group sex before. Her mind was now blown and she wanted more. She rearranged her clothing although she's need a good shower to remove the cum from her hair. She'd licked up Geraint's cum. Tammy had used her finger to scoop it into her mouth. Geraint helped her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her tasting the saltiness of his cum on her tongue. "I enjoyed that Tammy and I hope that we can do it again soon." Geraint asked hoping he would get a positive response. "I would love to" Tammy responded she bent down scooping her panties up off the floor in one swift motion. She wrapped her arms around Geraint's neck and kissed him slowly. "It's been fun and I'd love to fuck you again either alone or in a group." "Let's take you home! Can't have you walking home knickerless reeking of cum and looking as sexy as you do or everyone will want to bang you. Let's go!" he said offering her his arm hoping that this might be a long night. Rugby Fantasy This weekend was a funny one. As the previous weekend, my wife had arranged to go on a course Saturday, and would be leaving at nine thirty, and, in addition, she mentioned to me on Friday evening that she needed to wash her hair before she went on Saturday morning. Clearly we were not going to have any sex on Saturday morning, which would probably mean no sex at all over the weekend, as she likes to go to church Sunday morning. Unfortunately my wife only likes to have sex in the morning, so, obviously, Saturday evening wouldn't be allowed, even though we would be 'home alone'. To compound matters, because of my work commitments I wasn't able to masturbate on Thursday morning, as I had had to be up and away from my hotel very early. This meant that I would have to last from Wednesday morning, until Saturday morning, which was just about OK. On Friday night, however, the bombshell was dropped about Saturday morning, course and hair. So, I then had a dilemma, do I just accept that there will be no sex for the weekend, and have a quick wank Saturday morning while she's washing her hair, or do I plead for sex on Sunday morning before church? I decided to go for the latter, and pleaded, in my most pathetic way, for us to have a quickie before church. My wife was all sweetness, and said yes, but I must set my alarm, as she didn't want to miss church. I agreed to that offer, and settled myself to putting up with a weekend of being really horny, waiting for a Sunday morning 'quickie' which I knew wasn't guaranteed by any means. Saturday morning my wife was up and washing her hair by seven thirty, and I lay in bed, trying to think about anything but sex. She left the house in a whirl of lateness, kissing me briefly before rushing down stairs and out of the door. I did a lot of garden tidying, with the weather being so nice, although I couldn't completely stop myself spending time on my computer, looking up chastity, orgasm denial, unfaithful wives, cuckoldry, and so on. Not helpful, as I was frustrated already, but I can't seem to stop myself. Saturday evening I cooked, as usual, drank a little too much, but not enough to get into trouble, and went to bed about midnight. Due to the alcohol, I fell asleep quickly and slept well, but I woke quite early. I tried to go back to sleep, woke and slept alternately for about an hour, but then I was fully awake. I had been dreaming before I woke, and woke up with a hard-on as a result of an erotic dream. I then started to fantasize, out of boredom, and this is the fantasy I had:- Yet again we were in the pub which shows rugby. The game was England v South Africa, and since my wife is South African, and a huge rugby fan, we were there. It seemed as though most of London was there as well, including quite a lot of rugby players from the club teams. They were all huge, strong and fit, and I could see that my wife was very happy to be among them. She was also drinking beer, which she doesn't often do, but this was watching rugby, which, for her, is special. I was also drinking beer, but I drink English Ale, and she was drinking South African lager. My wife was wearing her favorite outfit, a shortish dress over jeans. Since she was wearing jeans, I knew she would be wearing a thong. As usual, my wife felt no need to hold herself back from telling professional rugby players how to play their game, and also, how much better South Africa is than England. The guys all argued with her, but in a friendly way. Half way through the first half, the scores were even, but no tries, only penalties. I went to get some more drinks and when I got back with our drinks, my wife was already arguing again, insisting South Africa would pull away in the second half. Three big guys were surrounding my wife, and I could see from their eyes that they fancied her, and were enjoying her passionate attitude. It was very crowded, and I ended up sitting on a table, with my legs wide apart, and my wife standing between my legs with her back to me, and facing all the guys. As she kept up her tirade, she kept moving around and her lovely bum was rubbing on my crotch, getting me hard. I noticed that my wife was a little drunk, and she was telling the big rugby players how South Africa were about to slaughter England. One of the guys said that they should have a bet with my wife about who scores the first try. He suggested that if South Africa did, then they would buy our drinks for the rest of the evening. My wife asked about what her wager was, and he immediately replied that she would have to remove her jeans. My wife laughed, and said, "no way!", but the guy argued that she was wearing a dress, so what was the problem, and anyway, she was confidant. She laughed and accepted the bet. Within about two minutes England scored a try. There was a tense few moments while the referee asked the television judge, but it was awarded. My wife turned her head to me and said "Sorry." The three big guys just looked at her, and watched as she removed her jeans with as much modesty as she could manage. The lead guy smirked and said, "If he converts, we'll have your knickers as well." She tried to protest, but he said, "No arguments, it'll teach you not to be so cocky." The ball sailed clearly through the uprights, an easy conversion. The big guy just looked at my wife and put out his hand to receive her lacy pink thong. She slipped it off and handed it to him, then leaned back against me. With now only a thin dress between her bum and my thin chinos, I knew she was going to feel my erect cock. She clearly felt me as she jumped forward then, turned her head a little, so I could see the corner of her smile. "So, you're enjoying this?" she asked. "Sorry," I whispered. "It's no problem darling, it means I can carry on. I'm having fun too." One of the other guys moved closer to my wife and asked what she was going to wager for the match, but he didn't wait for the answer, instead telling her that a full, long and passionate snog for all three of them should do the trick. She replied, saying OK, but that England couldn't win, and what does she get when they lose. The big guy came back and said, "Free drinks next week." "And hubby too?" My wife countered. They said that was fine, but that I mustn't interfere when they snog her. These guys were big rugby players, I wasn't planning on interfering. Half time came and went, we all got a little drunker, the scores crept up, and South Africa made up the ground, but couldn't quite get ahead, and I couldn't decide who I wanted to win. I was excited about the prospect of seeing her kissing these guys, and obviously being groped and finger fucked as well, since she now had no panties on. On the other hand, if SA won, we would have to come back next week, to get the free drinks. Big guy solved the dilemma for me when he told us that if England won, we had to promise to come back next week, and that they might still buy our drinks if we play our cards right. I had a feeling that he was planning to seduce my wife, which both thrilled and terrified me. Five minutes from the end of the match and the scores were even, the three guys had moved closer to us and were all making some contact with my scantily clad wife. Two were sitting on each side of me, fondling a breast each, and the shortest was standing in front of her, but slightly to one side, so she could see the match. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I suspected that his fingers were on her naked pussy, as she was moaning slightly, and moving her bum backwards and forwards. This movement meant that I was hard as a rock. Suddenly it was all action on the pitch, England got a line out near the SA touch line, they passed straight down their line, and suddenly someone was through and heading for the touch line, he got tackled just under the posts, but he managed to pass it as he fell, and then it was passed to Johnny Wilkinson, and he drop kicked it over the bar. With two minutes to go, we were two points ahead. SA tried their best, but in such a short time they couldn't possibly score. Against all the odds, England had won, so now my wife had to make good on her promise. Big Guy turned and put his arms around my wife, lifted her ass onto the table, meaning I had to shuffle back to let her on, although I still had my rock hard cock pressing into her bum. They kissed like crazy lovers, I could tell he had his fingers in her cunt, and they were pumping, and she was humping them, and after only a couple of minutes she came on his fingers. Big withdrew and the next guy had his turn, she didn't cum with him, but seemed to enjoy herself still, then the third guy approached, and he seemed to have a more subtle skill. He made it last for ages, and was gentle and almost loving. After about 8 or nine minutes she had another orgasm. Then suddenly it was all over, they were starting to get more drinks in, and Big came to talk quietly to both of us. He told us to be there next week, that my wife should arrive without jeans or knickers, and that we should plan to stay for the evening. He looked at me and asked if I understood what he meant, and I said that I did, in a shaky and squeaky little voice. He meant they were all going to fuck her, and I would go home a cuckold. That was the end of my fantasy, and looking at the clock I realized that if I didn't wake my wife up immediately there would be no sex before church, and as you can imagine, I was so incredibly horny, I really needed sex. I woke her as gently as I could, but she was still grumpy. After a few moans she told me to, "Come on then and get on with it." Now, I don't have an ED problem, but I find that this sort of negative attitude will kill my erection in seconds. If my erection went away, there would be no sex, my wife doesn't do charity hand jobs, so I had to concentrate on something erotic to keep my erection up, so I went back to my fantasy, just the last part, but I changed the ending. Big Guy used his finger for a while, then unzipped his fly and fucked my wife where she sat in front of me, and she, of course, came on his monster cock. The other two guys each took their turns, and she came with each of them. This fantasy, combined with how horny I was, combined with the feeling of fucking my wife's silky tight pussy sent me straight over the edge. I came in about thirty seconds! "What was that?" She demanded. "Sorry," I said sheepishly. "Oh well, I suppose it's a compliment," she replied, and pushing on the top of my head she explained, "You'll need to use your tongue if we're going to get to church, your fingers will be too slow!" With my head buried in a very wet and messy pussy, full of my cum, and her right hand firmly holding my balls, I felt a bit deflated, all that anticipation for thirty seconds of joy and about ten minutes of painful balls and a sticky face. It was a good fantasy though.