1 comments/ 18287 views/ 10 favorites Super Sunday By: Spider1 A few years back my wife Carole and I were living in a mid-size Midwest college town, still struggling in our professions. We were both in our mid-30s, small house, no kids. Getting by fine but no extras. We were happy, our sex lives were phenomenal, bringing in thirds and couples from time to time and having a blast. Still, good luck wasn't coming our way. Then one December our luck changed. Our local rock station had a contest to win a full entertainment center, new 50-inch plasma, Bose stereo, etc. The whole shot delivered for a Super Bowl party, with food for you and 20 friends. Carole's always been great with trivia and quick on the telephone draw. She made one of 10 finalists and the station drew our names for the grand prize. Merry Christmas! Our favorite DJ, Roxanne Z, was to be the special guest, delivering the goodies and hanging out. Roxanne had one of those ultimate female DJ voices, deep and smokey. A bourbon and velvet, cream-your-jeans voice. On the air, she called Carole with the good news and off the air they talked for a while. Roxanne was flirty and Carole, shameless little tart she is, flirted right back. Roxanne said we sounded like a lot of fun and she couldn't wait to meet us. Neither of us said it, but Carole and I were both hoping she equaled her voice in person. And maybe... A little bit about us to set the scene. Carole is a big girl the way I love them. 5'6, 42D with wide areolas and thick nipples, straight shiny brown hair and eyes, dimples, killer white smile, super soft and fair skin. Meaty and solid ass, cute belly, thick thighs, plush and soft everywhere else. And no inhibitions. This nice lapsed Irish Catholic girl can talk the nasty off of Lil' Kim. Bi and ready for anything. I'm Troy, 6 ft, pretty fit working the machines, blonde and brown. 8 inches and thick and ready for ALMOST anything. All 20+ of us packed into the house on the day, feasting on the Carson's ribs, pizza, subs, beer and munchies all provided. The tech guys had arrived in the morning to set everything up and by 3 the party was rolling. It was around this time Roxanne showed up. Carole and I were together when she came through the door. Carole's tiny hand gripped my thigh and we both drew breath. "Oh my God..." Carole whispered. Roxanne was a 6 ft Valkyrie. Straight black hair to the middle of her back, blonde rock-n-roll highlight streaks. White skin that looked like it had never been in the sun. Ice-blue eyes. Dynamite 44DD chest under her station promo T-shirt, perfect soft belly to compliment and support those beauties. Thick long legs in black leather pants, showing the wide, round, booming bounty of her ass. Black cowboy boots making her even taller. We found out later she was half Native American and half Swedish. What a combo. Roxanne in person was as awesome as she was on the air. Big laugh, raunchy jokes, always smiling. With 10 of us packed in the kitchen doing tequila shots, she said. "Fuck it, lets all get naked and oil up. It'll be easier to move." About 40 at the time, she had been in lots of major markets and met everybody. We loved her stories. The untold tales of rock 'n roll's sex and drug exploits. The game was great and gradually people began to file out around 10 pm. Eventually it was Carole and me, Roxanne, my good pal JR and his girlfriend Misa. JR is a tall, dark haired dude who has always favored petite girls. Misa certainly was that. Almost full Japanese, maybe 5 ft. Tiny and tight, she was a gymnastics instructor at the university. Spikey short hair and the sweetest cherry nipples on her 32As. A very kinky and nasty girl also lurked under her sweet façade. She and JR had played with Carol and I on a few occasions. I'd lowered the lights and put on some music. We were sitting back, passing a joint and listening to one of Roxanne's tales. She had a three-way with a well-known singer and guitar player and was sparing no details. "I always knew he had a big cock," Carole said, sitting across me on the recliner. My hands smoothed over her blue-jeaned thighs, fingers snaking near her heated crotch. Roxanne exhaled her smoke. "Oh, honey. It was all that and more. I would have loved to put him everywhere but when he whipped that out I was like, no fuckin' way." JR took the passed J. "Ah, you just need to go slow. It can be done." Misa laughed. "Oh, yeah. I used to think that too but we've worked it out." "Depends HOW big," Roxanne said. "Would you believe a Red Bull can?" Misa said, cupping JR's crotch. "You take something that big in that sweet little butt of yours, baby girl?" "Fuck yeah!" We all laughed. Misa was across JR's lap, rocking slightly, the crotch of her black tights riding up into her little pussy. She was digging Roxanne as much as we were. The lump in JR's jeans was his proof. Roxanne was next to JR and Misa on the sofa. Carole's fingers were tickling my neck, her big, luscious tits rubbing my arm. There was this brief silence. All our eyes shot around to each other. We were all soaked in the gasoline. It was just a matter of striking the match. I stood up. "We've tested everything out except for the DVD player. Let's make sure we've got it all hooked up right. What do you say?" "Sounds good. What do you got in mind, Troy?" Roxanne said. "Something fun. I know YOU'LL like it." I popped in one of Carole and mine's favorite porn DVDs. I clicked it to a favorite scene of the porn star Gauge in a school-girl outfit, tag teaming two dudes. Gauge's lips sucking and drooling on two massive cocks in wide color and full stereo. Roxanne leaned forward. "Mmmmm. That's fuckin hot. Good choice." We sat a minute in silence, watching the action. "Troy loves when I suck his cock all wet and sloppy like that," Carole said. "Oh, yeah. That's the only way," Roxanne said. "I haven't had two cocks in so long." She inhaled slow, twisting her hips. A red-nailed hand reached up and squeezed one of her fat beauties. We glanced over at Misa and JR locked in a wet kiss. Misa released JR's thick pink cock from his pants, her tiny hands playing up and down, barely circling the shaft. "Why don't you let us see you suck on that gorgeous cock, baby?" Roxanne said, reaching over to stroke Misa's thigh. Carole had my pants undone by now. "Oh, yeah. I love watching Misa's face get fucked," she said, easing down to give my cock some licks, eyes glued to Roxanne sliding closer to the pair. Misa eased down to take all of JR in her mouth. JR's long fingers massaged her dark spiky hair as he fucked her face. Her gags and slurps matching the sounds on the TV. Roxanne's eyes were inches from the action, hand stroking Misa's ass. She purred. "Yeah. Take that cock all the way down, baby. That's a good girl. Yeah." Carole stopped to strip all the way down, my sexy round Big Girl. She grinned at me over her shoulder, eyebrows jumping as she leaned down to pull Roxanne' boots off. I took the hint, cock bobbing as I stood to reach and unbutton Rox's leather pants. That delicious big, solid ass unveiled like the sweetest hunk of white chocolate as I rolled the leathers off her. She squirmed and wiggled the prize at Carole and I while she shared wet kisses and licks at JR's cock with Misa. Rox looked back. "Carole, are you gonna let Troy slide that big beautiful cock into me?" My sexy, incredible wife leaned over to kiss her. "I always get first taste of any new pussy before he fucks it," she said, easing the t-shirt off Roxanne. I stroked my cock feeling it grow even stiffer as Carole kissed and licked her way down Rox's strong back. She stopped to squeeze and lick the cheeks, tossing in a hand smack before leaning in to feast on Rox's, fat, pink and glistening pussy lips. Carole thumbed her thick, brown hair behind her ear, pausing to flash me a wink and devil smile before plunging back in. I got behind my woman's own big beautiful ass and chose her baby smooth little pink knot. I drooled my spit into her asshole, working my tongue all around it, caressing the soft flesh. I couldn't see it, but from the amped up moans and huffed breath I knew we were all warming up into some serious oral. Troy's groans and commanding "Fuck yeah, suck it good baby." Misa's keening and soft, slurpy gags and she worked his meat. Rox moaned like she was at a prize meal, sucking Troy's balls and shaft. Rox broke off as her pussy reached a boil under Carol's tongue and fingers. The wet squishes so close to me. "Ohhhh, God. Fuck, you nasty bitch. Eat me, Carole. Suck that pussy. YES!" I worked two fingers into Carole's pussy, tickling her G-spot as I finally eased my tongue into her hole. The tremor started in her thighs and I knew the signal. Carole's face darted up, a soft "Ohhhhh," as she gushed. Carole's not a porn-girl squirter but rather a flooder. I darted my face down to drink my girl's sugar wine. It pooled in my mouth and spread over my cheeks and chin. I stood, to play host and make an offering to our guest as she shook and drove her big ass into my girl's pretty face. I took a handful of Rox's hair to pull her face up. I rolled a helping of my spit and Carole's nectar into her mouth with the kiss. She tasted the sugar, licking it from my lips and cheeks. With that, everyone shifted. Misa climbed up and eased her way down Troy's cock. The Asian doll locked eyes with me. Her tiny mouth a red "O", huffing as she fucked that stiff pole, working her legs. Her tongue slipped across her lips. Carole had flopped back, opening her legs as Rox shifted and offered her ass to me. "Like that sweet pussy, baby?" Carole said to her, smiling bright. "Come get some." "God, you guys are fucking awesome. You have no idea how I needed this. Stick that fucker in me, Troy, " Rox groaned. "Fuck me." Man, it was good. Soft, tight and soaking wet as my cock eased in. I took a few easy thrusts, gripping her soft ass and slowly drove deeper and harder. I locked eyes with Carole as Rox lapped away at her. Her brown eyes on fire, face flushed. Her back arched as she came again. I reached and wrapped a handful of Roxanne's hair in my fist as I really started to fuck her, our flesh smacking. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me. Yes!" She groaned, head reared back. Carole grinned at me, pushing Rox's face back down into her pussy. "Keep eating that pussy, slut". "Oh yeah, I'm a slut. I fucking love it," Rox said, tongue slurping up the wetness smeared all over Carole pink pussy and soft thighs. I felt Misa's arms wrapping my back, hands reaching to pinch my nipples. I turned my head to tongue duel with her. JR had gotten up and now walked around to Carole. She grasped JR's cock, pulling the head to her mouth, fist working the thick pussy-wet shaft. "You look so hot fucking that big ass," Misa murmured in my ear between licks. "So fucking hot. Smack it." Roxanne jolted, moaning, as I layed a few red-handers into her cheeks, pumping away at her pussy. The buzz was electric and we all fucked and sucked, the TV's stereo moans and slurps matching our own. Misa leaned down, getting quick licks at Rox's asshole when she could, taking my juice-slicked cock into her sweet mouth every few thrusts when I pulled out. I wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm gonna cum." Misa's mouth hung open, hungry. "Gimme that cum. Troy. Please. Right here. Mmmmm." I pulled out and with a few strokes I shot three, good thick spurts into Misa's mouth, glazing her red-smeared lips. The orgasm crawled up my back and flowed out the top of my head. I stood still, letting it ride. Little Misa took control, yanking Rox's head away from Carole, tilting it back and drooling my load into Rox's pussy-smeared mouth. Strands of sweaty hair matted to her face, Rox moaned as she swallowed, pulling Misa into slurpy, cummy wet kisses. Carole let go of JR's cock, sitting up, watching the pair. We all cooled down a moment. JR stood, stroking his fat pussy pleaser. He met eyes with Rox, She smiled. "Mmm, save that thing up for me baby. I got plans for it." Then Rox did one of the hottest things I've ever seen. She stood and flipped little Misa up over her shoulder, like a momma bear taking home dinner. Mia yelped, giggling. Her little pussy and asshole winking at us over Rox's strong back, short legs kicking. Rox fingered away the damp, pussy and cum wet strands of hair from her face with a bright grin. All tits, curves and thighs. Our sex goddess warrior woman. "So where can we all go to spread out so I can fuck the shit out this little slut?" "Down the hall to the left," Carole said, laughing. Rox carried Misa away. I hung back a minute, watching my girl's great ass jiggle as she led JR down the hall by his cock. I shut down the TV and stereo and guzzled some water. I could hear the bed squeaks, whoops and moans from the bedroom. I took a leak and gathered some cold beers and ice to bring with me. I knew we'd all appreciate them soon enough. Rox's amazing, kneeling ass greeted me once again as I entered the bedroom. She was devouring Misa's pussy, working one of Carole's fat vibe's into her at the same time. Misa thrashed, a high keening from her clenched mouth as the orgasms shook her. JR was fucking Carole hard as she leaned over the bed, next to the female pair. Trying to get licks in on Misa's little cherry buds but the motion and the fucking was too much. Carole was groaning and urging JR to fuck her harder, big tits and soft belly swinging. I was content to watch for now, but life was already flowing back into my cock. The smell of sex sweat and steaming pussy could have given anybody a contact buzz. JR's face tightened as he gripped Carole's ass. "Oh, fuck yeah," he grunted, pulling out and spraying a hot, sticky load up Carole's back. Carole's legs gave way under her. She layed flat, catching her breath. JR sat back, huffing breath. "Get me one of those beers, bro?" I passed him a cold one as we watched the three girls lick, suck and get off with fingers, tongues and two of Carole's vibes. After a few minutes I was raging hard again. The girls sat back for a breather as I passed out cold beers. Roxanne eyed my cock. "So Troy, what are you gonna do with that thing?" "I think I'm gonna put it in that big juicy ass." "Oh my! You are?" Misa took a big swallow of beer. "And I'm gonna get it nice and slick first." Carole's hands guided Roxanne so she was flat on the bed, scoohing her butt up a bit. Her fingers played Rox's ass open, lubing up one of her slimmer vibes. "Gotta get you ready, baby" Roxanne moaned. "Oh, God. I love you guys." By now JR had recharged and was stroking slowly. With gesture and nod we fixed our plan. He slid over and began kissing Roxanne, gradually working his way under her as she mounted his stiff cock. Carole never missed a beat, by now working the full length of the slim vibe in and out of Rox's asshole. She squirted another glop of lube on it, making it extra wet. Rox was groaning, swinging her ass and pussy up and down to meet all of the pleasure. I pulled my cock from Misa's mouth (just in time, actually) and slid up behind Rox's ass. Just as Carole pulled the vibe out, I slipped in. "Fuck yeah. Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass. Oh, God. Fill me up you fuckers. Yes! Yes! Fuck, I'm coming already!" To tell the truth that was a good thing because I only lasted about a minute before shooting my second load of the night into Rox's ass. Rox rode JR antoher few minutes before he came inside of her. Carole and Misa both layed Rox back, cleaning her up and feasting on her lush, full tits as we all wound down. The next evening Carole and I listened to Rox's show. "This one is going out to our Super Bowl Prize winners, Troy and Carole and their friends - especially JR and Misa. Thanks for a great evening, you guys. I think we were all winners. And this song says it best. AC/DC -- You Shook Me All Night Long." Super Sunday Summary: Two frustrated and ignored wives create their own Super Bowl Sunday. NOTE: This story is dedicated to Loretta and Diane to good friends who have since this story was written become MORE than good friends. NOTE 2: Thank you Estragon for your tireless copy-editing. NOTE 3: This is a Valentine's Day Story contest so please vote. Although it doesn't take place on Valentine's Day, it is the beginning of an unorthodox loving relationship. * I hate football. I mean I really despise football. Which is almost a heresy in the south, but it is true. The only thing worse than the NFL football season is the NFL playoffs...and the only thing worse than the NFL playoffs, is the playoffs when your husband's team is in them. My husband, a Wisconsin transplant, is a die-hard Green Bay Packers fan and come Super Bowl Sunday they were in it. He is a football freak and is annoying during a normal Super Bowl, never mind a Green Bay Packers' Super Bowl Sunday. The whole two weeks before the game was spent watching hours and hours of pre-week crap. During those two weeks, I was ignored. All I wanted was my Pink Bay Packed, if you catch my drift, which led to my own SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! As always is the case, we hosted a few people over for the big game and also, as usual, I was to play the perfect hostess wife, a role I had been playing year after year. For the past three years, Dianne, my best friend since she moved into our neighbourhood, came over early to assist with the male drink-off. While I am a Southern Belle, born and raised, Dianne is from the north and has a much more aggressive personality than me. While I submissively wait hand and foot on my husband, she clearly is the one who wears the pants in her marriage. Regardless, by lunch we were drinking wine while preparing appetizers for the game and bitching about our husbands. I was also just a tad anxious and nervous. It was last Super Bowl Sunday when Dianne came up behind me while I was cutting a cucumber and leaned in and wrapped her arms around me, cupping my breasts. She was drunk by then, but her forwardness stunned me. A call from my husband for another beer was enough to break the brief intimate moment as I scurried out to obey my man. Nothing had ever been said about that brief moment, although I would be lying if I said it hadn't become the trigger for many of my lesbian thoughts about my best friend. Although it seemed unlikely, since nothing had happened since that day, a small part of me was dying for it to happen again. By two, we were on our second bottle of wine and had done our wifely duties. Our husbands and their friends were transfixed in front of the TV watching the pre-game babble. After being beckoned for more beer by my husband and obediently getting it for him, Dianne pointed out, "Your man takes you for granted." "Not really," I defended. "Yes, really," Dianne countered. "He treats you like a maid." "That is just the way he grew up in his home," I rationalized. "So," Dianne argued, "you deserve to be treated as the Goddess you are." I blushed, not used to having flattery sent my way. I am still quite pretty for 45 and my breasts are still pretty impressive at 34C, but my husband had long quit paying attention to me. "No seriously," Dianne continued, "stand up." "Why?" I asked. "Because I want to take a look at you." Standing up herself and pulling me to my feet. She gazed into my eyes and time stood still. I was like a high school girl again, waiting for that first kiss. I wanted it so bad, was sure it was coming, yet her eyes just bored into mine. I felt like she could read my soul and my desperate desire for her to touch me. Her smile broadened and she leaned in slowly and our lips touched. Although the kiss was stunningly soft, fireworks went off in my head and wetness formed in my panties. Her tongue parted my lips and she explored my mouth with a sweet sensuality that had me weak at the knees. The kiss lasted less than a minute, but in that brief time everything changed. I wanted nothing more than to do everything with her. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Don't move, Baby." Even the way she called me Baby was sweet and enduring, unlike the way a man calls a woman 'Baby', like she is just some sex object. I stood nervously as she continued fattering me in a very unorthodox way. She went behind me, squeezed my ass firmly and complimented, "Nice, firm ass". She lingered there just long enough to get me excited before continuing her appraisal. She returned to face me and continued, as she put her hands through my hair, "You still have sexy natural blonde hair." Her touch felt so nice that I felt yet another uncontrollable tingle down below. Her hands suddenly cupped my breasts, assessing, "And you have the sweetest tits around. Still firm and I bet super nice nipples." I stared at her both stunned and mesmerized by her aggressive approach. I stood completely frozen a mixture of stunned shock and undeniable excitement overwhelming me. "Take off your bra, Loretta" she demanded, her hand extended. "What?" I asked, stunned by what she wanted. "You heard me. Take off your bra for me," she repeated. I hesitated briefly, before slowly, unhooking my bra and giving it to my best friend, my hands shaking with anxiety and curiosity. She smiled and continued, ignoring the fact that I had just handed her my bra, "And your blue eyes, I could just stare into them forever. Loretta, you are a perfectly beautiful woman who should be treated as such." "Thank you," I blushed, completely flattered by the special attention I was receiving. "Now let's see those nipples," she announced, lifting up my shirt and taking a long hard look at my stiff excited nipples. "Hmmmm, long and hard as I expected," she assessed looking me in the eye and asking, ever-so-sweetly, "Do you want me to suck on them?" Her sexy smile and her warm touch had me weak all over and I whimpered, "Yes." She leaned forward and took my sensitive right nipple, often ignored by my husband, in her mouth. I let out a moan on contact and a chill went up my spine. Her hot breath on my nipple, mixed with the wine and the secret fantasy I had been holding in, was too much and I succumbed to the temptation and just let go. She played with my left nipple too, sucking and nibbling. My breathing began to get heavier, my breasts being my most erogenous zone, when Dianne's husband called her to bring him some snacks and she completely lost it, ending the sensual moment, "That fucking useless bastard." She went to the fridge, found the carrots and lifted up her skirt and quickly inserted carrot after carrot into her pussy and then onto the serving tray. Just as amazing and obscene as was the carrot thing, it came to my attention she had no panties on. She looked up, saw me transfixed on her obscene act and ordered, "Grab a cucumber, Loretta." I did, not even remotely considering what she had in mind. As soon as I had it, she ordered, "Sit on the chair, baby." Being called Baby was such a turn-on as it made me feel wanted, and I did as she requested. "Open your legs," she instructed. I sat frozen at her request. The carrot bag empty now, Dianne moved to me and took the cucumber from my hand. She parted my legs, pulled my panties to the side and smiled deviously at me. I watched in paralyzed awe as my best friend slid a long green cucumber inside my very wet pussy. Her next words were also shocking, "Hmmm, Loretta. You have a delicious looking pussy." She leaned forward and licked my clit briefly as she slowly fucked my pussy. When her husband called for food again, she roared, "It will be there in a couple of minutes. Now hold your fucking horses." She smiled at me, "We are not done here yet." She pulled the shiny cucumber out of my now sopping wet pussy and cut it in half. She handed me the half that had not been in me yet and ordered, "Get that ready too, Baby." I obediently took the cucumber and slid it back into my feverish pussy. I did a few strokes before handing it to Dianne. She finished cutting the cucumber, added some crackers and disappeared with the pussy coated vegetables. I didn't move until she came back and smiled, "Think they will notice?" "I doubt it," I weakly replied, my need to orgasm draining my rational thoughts. Of course, they didn't notice. She returned to me, fell to her knees and asked, "Do you want to come, Baby?" "Desperately," I answered honestly. She stared into my eyes and spoke the sweetest words I have heard in years, "You know I love you, Baby." A second later, her finger slid inside me. "I love you too," I whimpered, knowing I was speaking the truth. She teased, "Is that because I got you so horny?" "No," I answered, "I have fantasized about this every since you grabbed my breasts last year." "Really?" she asked, pumping my pussy. "If I would have known that, I would have devoured you long ago." I moaned softly again, distracted by her finger. "Do you want me to eat your pussy, Baby?" "Please Dianne, I need to come so badly." She smiled and leaned forward. Her tongue did things to my body I didn't know could be done. Where my hubby was random and all over the place, Dianne explored with precision, tenderness and care. She brushed my outer pussy lips, teasing gently. She spanked my clit with her tongue, and she parted my glistening lips and slid her tongue inside me. My moans got louder and I had to bite my lip to hold in the scream that should have followed when my orgasm hit. Her mouth sucking on my clit, I exploded my juice into my best friend's eager mouth. She didn't let go of my clit until I begged, "Please stop, it tickles now." She obliged, standing up and saying, "You have a delicious cunt." I blushed at the unique flattery as I attempted to recover. She pulled me up. She asked, "You have never been with a woman before have you?" I shook my head no. "But you want to please me?" I nodded in the affirmative. She opened her legs and whispered, "Just do what comes naturally, my love." I desperately wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. I leaned between her legs and slowly extended my tongue to her wet pussy lips. Her taste was indescribable, a sweetness that after one lick I knew I would be addicted to. I attempted to replicate what she had done to me, exploring her pussy with my tongue. As her moans increased, I moved to her clit and sucked it into my mouth. She instantly let out a louder than anticipated, "Oh fuck, Loretta." A chill went up my spine at the thought of making her get off and I slid a finger into her wet pussy. I quickly began pumping her pussy with my finger while still sucking on her clit. She moaned, "Oh yes, Baby, another finger." I obeyed, sliding a second finger easily inside her. Within seconds of filling her pussy with my fingers, her legs stiffened and I felt a gush of her juice on my face and fingers. I eagerly continued lapping up her excess juice, savouring her taste until the very last drop. Once her orgasm was done, she smiled, "Hmmm, I think we have started a new Super Bowl tradition." Standing up from my sore knees, I added, "I hope this is more than just a once a year thing." "You can bet on it," Dianne smiled, standing up and reaching for a new bottle of wine. Another bottle of wine later and the game well under way, Dianne sipped her wine and asked, "Do you think they would shut the TV off if we walked out there naked?" I chuckled, "Well maybe if you did. I have tried tantalizing him while a game is on, even a game not involving his beloved Packers and I get nothing. On the other hand, my hubby would be in awe of your big breasts as I know he takes peeks at your cleavage when he gets the chance." Dianne returned the compliment. "Your hubby is a tit man and mine is a leg's man, so if you went out there in thigh high stockings and heels he may notice." We both laughed before Dianne had a mischievous smile cross her face. "What?" I asked skeptically. "Let's see if we can tempt them," she suggested. "How so?" "Let's go upstairs and dress up a little more provocative." "I don't really have anything more provocative," I replied. "Hmmmm," Dianne pondered, "I'll be right back." She returned a few minutes later dressed completely differently. She was wearing a very low cut shirt that left little to the imagination. I briefly stared at her double-D breasts, my mouth watering just slightly as all my year-long fantasies flashed through my head. She was now in three-inch heels and a short skirt as well. She handed me a small bag and ordered, "Go put these on." I stammered, "O-o-ok." I took the bag and went upstairs. In my room I dumped the contents of the bag onto my bed and was taken aback by what Dianne expected me to wear. It was a black leather skirt, with a red blouse and black thigh high stockings. Also, because we had the same size feet, there also was a pair of fuck-me boots. I stared at the outfit for awhile, contemplating what to do as I was way too conservative to wear such an outfit, never mind wearing such an outfit to tease a bunch of drunken men. The decision was made for me when Dianne walked into my room and asked, "Do you need some help?" "I can't wear this." "Not even for me?" she asked, smirking coyly. "Well..." I weakened. "Actually, I was thinking we should make our own half time show." "How so?" "Get dressed and I will tell you," she smiled. I obeyed, getting into the sluttiest outfit I had ever worn. "Fuck, you look hot," she complimented me once I was dressed. "Thanks," I blushed, flattered by her every word. "So here is the plan," she said, turning on the bedroom TV "Three minutes till half, perfect." I looked at the score. Green Bay was up by six. "Perfect, how?" "Well let's test our men. What is more important? Their stupid football game or their wives? "I already know the answer to that," I sighed. "Well, let's go downstairs and see if they notice that their wives are dressed as sluts," Dianne said. "I already know the answer," I sighed. Dianne grabbed my hand and led me downstairs and into the living room. There was just over a minute until half time. Dianne walked in front of her husband who obliviously did not remotely notice his wife's scantly attire. I did the same and was, as expected, not treated as a sex object but as a hindrance. "Babe, out of the way," he ordered, waving his hands. Dianne, her red faced cheeks displaying her anger, said, "Loretta and I are going to make our own half time show." Both men grunted ignoring the words, although their buddies definitely seemed to notice. Dianne grabbed my hand and led me to her house. As soon as the door was closed, she pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. Unlike the tender kiss of earlier, this time there was a savage rawness to the passion. It made me feel wanted and desirable and I melted into her. Breaking the kiss, she pulled me to her bedroom and pushed me onto her bed. Smiling, she went to my ear, nibbling it roughly and slowly moved down to my neck. Her concentrated sucking on my neck was amazing, but she lingered so long in one spot I worried she might leave marks. She continued her downward, meandering to my breasts, unbuttoning the red blouse she had insisted I wear. Her mouth never left my body as she slowly discarded the blouse. My breasts free, she made love to every inch of them with her lips. The excessive attention was knee-numbing and my breathing accelerated. Slowly, she moved to my tummy and swirled her tongue in my belly-button, something no one had ever done. It brought a sudden chill up my back as I waited for more. The slow admiring of my body was driving me wild and bringing new sensations to every part of me, but mostly my mind. It was sensory overload and easily the most sexual arousal I had felt since college. She continued her exploration of my body as she slid between my legs, her hot breath lingering on my wanton pussy. I felt her move forward, as if she planned to finally touch my needy vagina, but the sensual tease continued as she moved down and placed soft kisses on my left thigh. Her tongue and lips never left my thigh and leg as she spattered me with soft kisses. Unzipping my boot, she gently slid it off and licked the sole of my foot. It tickled a bit, but watching her tender loving care had me gushing. She took each toe and sucked it individually through the sheer stockings, like she was pleasuring a small cock. Once she had made love to my foot, she moved to my other foot and once my boot was off, she replicated the same concentrated pleasure. Glancing at the clock, it had been half an hour since we left my house, half an hour of my body being worshipped by this beautiful woman. By the time she began to slither her tongue back to my pussy, I was ready to grab her head and rub myself to orgasm. Thankfully, she could read my utter desperation and she moved to my pussy and began licking. On contact, my legs twitched and I orgasmed. She continued licking me as my orgasm shook my entire being. Once done, Dianne smiled, "I guess you needed to come pretty bad." My breathing still erratic, I answered, "I didn't know it could feel like that." She smiled devilishly, "Oh Baby, we are just getting started." Just as I was about to ask what she meant, she buried her face back between my legs. My clit was sensitive from just having orgasm, and I warned, "Dianne, I can't have multiple orgasms without a lengthy break in-between." She looked into my eyes and smiled, "Well, I already gave you two." "Yes," I moaned, "but we had a couple of hours in-between." Smiling devilishly, Dianne said, "I will take that challenge." "But, I am too sensitive after I orgasm," I explained. Dianne ignored my pleas and returned to my pussy. The first few licks were like sharp tingling pains, but after a few long licks from Dianne's tongue and the sensation shifted to sweet tingling pleasure. Within a couple of minutes, I could feel the slight simmering of a future orgasm. Suddenly relaxing, I let go of my sexual insecurities and enjoyed the pleasure my best friend was giving me. Her tongue roamed all over my pussy and surprised me when she slid lower, and pulling my ass cheeks apart, licked my virgin butthole. Such an act was naughty and sinful and would have been taboo at any other moment of my life, but her tongue teasing me in the forbidden zone somehow made this moment even hotter. She swirled her tongue on my rosebud before slowly penetrating my ass barely with her tongue. I let out a whimper and she slowly slid her tongue back to my pussy. When she returned, she increased the pressure on my pussy and finally gave my swollen clit some attention. As my breathing increased, my orgasm beginning to build, she slid a finger in pussy and began pumping slowly. My orgasm continued to build but like often happened, it lingered there in perpetual almost-land, and my frustration began to build too. I moaned, "Sorry, Dianne, this is what happens. I get to the brink of a second orgasm, but it never breaks through." She smiled, "Close your eyes, Baby, and trust me." I obeyed, knowing it wasn't going to happen. I couldn't even give myself multiple orgasms, and believe me, I have tried. She returned to my pussy and became aggressive as she attempted the impossible. Her fingers, now two in me, felt amazing, as did her mouth on my clit, but still my orgasm eluded me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and slid a wet finger of hers in my ass. She began tapping on my clit with her other hand as she fingered my ass. Also out of nowhere she began to talk nasty. "Come for me baby, come like the little lesbian slut you have always wanted to be. You have wanted to be my little lez pet forever, haven't you slut. You are my slut, my pretty lesbian slut. Now come for me, now!" Super Sunday I couldn't believe it but the mixture of being fingered in my virgin ass, having my clit spanked and being called a slut were three sensations I'd never experienced, that had my mind reeling, my body quaking and my pussy flooding as I reached a second earth quaking orgasm. "Oh my god, fuck, Dianne, it feels so good." She asked, adding to the orgasmic bliss, "Who owns you, slut?" I responded without hesitation or thought, "You do Dianne, I am your slut, your fucking lesbian slave." My screams probably could be heard from next door as the most intense pleasure I have ever felt fulfilled me. When I finally opened my eyes, I was eye to eye with Dianne whose face was shiny with my juice. I have always leaked profusely when I did orgasm and this was even more than usual. My orgasm subsided, but I still felt twitches in my legs. My body seemed to be forever in bliss. Dianne stood up and went to her closet. She returned a moment later with something I had never seen before in real life: a strap-on cock. I couldn't imagine Dianne owning one, never mind using one. She said, "Stand up, Baby." I did, although my knees were still rather weak and I was rather lightheaded. She wrapped the strap-on around my waist and said, "Getting you off got me so horny, I need to get fucked right now." Looking at her in awe, I pointed out, "I can't even begin to figure out why you own a strap-on." She smiled devilishly, "Want to hear a secret?" "Of course," I replied, dying to know everything about my sexy best friend. "I use it on Candace, regularly," she revealed. "Candace, our babysitter?" I gasped. Her smile remained dripping with naughtiness, "The one and only. Since she turned eighteen, she has been my personal plaything." "No way," I mindlessly babbled. "Yes, way," she countered. "And, I guarantee she would eagerly be your plaything too. She is completely obedient and loyal, like a trained puppy." "Oh my God," I said, stunned by yet another shocking twist in the day. Dianne crawled onto the bed and begged, "Now get over here and shove your cock in me. Fuck your best friend." Looking at my hot best friend bent over and waiting to be fucked, I suddenly felt my pussy tingle again. I climbed onto the bed, put the long plastic cock at her pussy entrance and rubbed it up and down deciding to tease her a bit. I don't know what happened, but wearing a cock I suddenly had a personality shift and got uncharacteristically controlling. She moaned and begged, also unlike her, "Please shove it in me, Baby." I obliged, sliding my long wide cock easily into her wet pussy. Once all the way inside, I held it there, as a long moan escaped her lips. I waited, lodged deep in her pussy for her to beg for more. I didn't have to wait long. She moaned, "Your cock feels so good in me, Baby." I slapped her ass, "You love my cock, don't you?" She looked back at me with a startled smile, but answered, "Hmmm, yes Baby, I love your cock. Now show me how you use it." I began slowly pumping her pussy with my cock. At first it was slow, deep movements, but as her moans got louder I shifted to fast, hard thrusts, desperately attempting to get deeper than she had ever been fucked. Each deep thrust had her pushed forward as my body crashed into hers. This hardcore fucking continued for a few minutes before she began bouncing back on me and was soon riding my cock for all it was worth. I grabbed back and held onto my ankles as Dianne pounded herself on my cock. She screamed, "Aaaaaaaahhhh," as her orgasm ripped through her. She fell forward, my cock sliding out of her and she spun onto her back and began slapping her clit as she orgasmed. Watching her in full sexual bliss had me wet as well and I dove between her legs and licked her delicious pussy again as the juices naturally flowed out of her. Another taste of her heavenly sin and I confirmed my first conclusion that I would be between her legs again and again. It flowed like wine and I wanted the tap to flow forever. Her orgasm never seemed to end as her moans continued, before she ordered, "Take off your cock, Baby." I quickly got the harness off me and she pulled me forward, shifting us so are legs were scissored together and our pussies were touching. She then began moving up and down and we were rubbing our pussies together. The sensation was odd and yet so hot as we we're both suddenly using each other's pussy to get each other off, which I would later learn was called tribbing. Dianne demanded, "I want you to come again for me, Loretta. Be a good pet, come for me, Baby." Desperate to please her, I began bucking my pussy onto hers. We were in sweet unison. Each up-and-down rub stimulated me in a way I never had felt before, and my inconceivable third straight orgasm, fourth if you include the one a couple of hours ago, began to build and build and build until Dianne demanded, "Come slut, come for your Mistress." The thought of Dianne as my Mistress was too much and my orgasm exploded out of me in one big wave of exhilaration. I screamed, "I'm coming." Dianne screamed back, "Me too, Baby." And we both collapsed onto our backs, perspiration dripping off our bodies. I lay there in euphoria for a few minutes before Dianne's lips met mine. A sweet gentle kiss that warmed my body, my mind and my heart. Eventually, we got dressed as Dianne said, "Well, that was better than watching a football game." I replied, "Agreed. I love this new Super Bowl tradition." Dianne looked me in the eye, "You know this will be more than just a once a year thing, Baby." I blushed, "I hope so, Mistress." "You liked being called a slut," Dianne smiled. "I know, I can't explain it, but being called names by you really got me off." "Well," Dianne said, "You are both my best friend and my slut." "And you are my best friend and my Mistress," I smiled back. As we walked back to my house, she added, "Next time, I'll invite Candace over. She has wanted to eat your cunt, forever." I blushed, but nodded in agreement We entered my house, and my hubby instantly called out, his tone implying his annoyance, "Where have you two been?" Dianne smiled and said, "We were just dyking out at my house." My husband laughed, thinking she was kidding, "I would have loved to see that." I joked back, "Well, shut off the game and we will do it right here." "Yeah right," he ignored my offer and handed me an empty food tray. "There's only five minutes left." I looked at the TV. The game was tied. I went to the kitchen with Dianne and she grabbed a cucumber and said, "Do you have any special sauce left?" The End