31 comments/ 54048 views/ 6 favorites Football Fan By: Britease Please don't take this too seriously. I was going to put it in humour and satire, but it seemed to fit here just as well. -------------------------------------- You don't expect Sunday mornings to be exciting or thought provoking, that's more suited for the afternoon, when the football's on telly, or the Grand Prix. And that's just how I like it. Settled, predictable, and sort of following a pattern, so you know where you are, and what to expect. Just like that day last July. Sunday morning, Full Monty breakfast, newspaper, and a nice cup of tea, everything in its place, and nothing to worry about. "Can I ask you a question?' She asked. The wife that is, Linda. Why do women always ask if they can ask you a question? Why don't they just ask the question? Or why don't they ask, if it would OK to ask, if they can ask you a question? It could go on forever, and they're illogical, and in my experience, mostly the same. Anyway I decided to ignore her. It would only lead to a conversation, probably an argument, and all I wanted to do was read my newspaper, and find out what Arsenal's team would be for that afternoon. "Can I ask you a question?" She repeated, in exactly the same tone, not getting annoyed at my silence, not adding anything to her first request. That was bad. Wouldn't you know it? She was serious, and I knew her well enough that she would go on and on till I responded. "Yer, sure," I replied, as casually and with as little interest as I could muster. Or should it be unmuster? Anyway I hoped she'd take the hint and leave me alone. She knew Sunday mornings was my special time. I worked six days a week, and had a good salary and looked after the family, and I needed my time to wind down from the week. "Right," Linda said. "It's quite important you know." I didn't suppose it would be, probably wanted to know what she should wear that evening when we went out to the pub. Not that she ever took any notice of what I ever suggested. Anyway I looked up at her, and waited for her question. Sometimes you do have to pay a bit of attention to your wife, they do have some rights you know. "I wanted to ask you, if it would be OK, that is if you wouldn't mind......." " It'll be OK. Fine, no problem, you just go ahead," I butted in, already loosing interest. I knew she wouldn't be asking to spend money or anything like that. After all she managed all our finances. "You don't even know what I'm going to ask," she snapped. Oh dear I thought, now I've done it. I'll get no peace till I hear her out. "Yes dear. What do you want," I demanded, my full attention lavished on her. My best effort at looking really interested, all over my face. She stared at me for some time, and I remembered how pretty she was. Not beautiful or anything like that, but pretty, and a good figure, at least not bad for a woman nearing forty. "Well?" I pushed her to start, as I was losing reading time and my tea was getting cold. "I just wanted to know if you'd mind if I made love to someone else," she blurted out. Just like that. No warning, she just came out with it. I looked at her, trying to decide whether she was joking, gone mad or what. She couldn't be serious. Not my Linda. "What did you say?" I asked, thinking perhaps I'd heard her wrong, or that she might tell me what she really wanted. "I think.......I think you heard me the first time," she replied, snatching at her words, as if frightened to ask that question again. Well what do you do? What do you say? My experience of these situations was pretty limited. Zero in fact. My only pal to my knowledge, who had any experience of a wife doing that sort of thing, was Mark, and I could hardly ask her to wait while I called him for advice. Besides, he'd made a right mess of it, and I didn't want to get thumped like he did by the other guy. "You're serious?" I asked at last, unable to think of anything else to say, but all she did was to nod. Christ almighty, she meant it. "Anyone in particular?" I asked, trying to sound cool, but feeling a complete prick for asking such a stupid bloody question. But she just nodded again which wasn't any help at all. "Who is it?" I demanded, trying to get angry, to be bossy, but to be honest, I'd had the wind knocked out of me, and I was floundering badly. "Nobody you know," was her abrupt answer? I was getting nowhere, and just didn't know what to say next. Somewhat out of character, I did start to get angry, started to lose my rag. What right did she have to do this to me? I'd always done well by her, and the sex thing had always been good. We screwed several times a week, well maybe a bit less of late, but she hadn't seemed to miss it. I was good in bed, and could keep going as long as she did. It wasn't always me that finished first. OK there were bits I didn't go in for, messing about beforehand and all that had never been my thing, and I've never been the most romantic of guys, but I always kissed her afterwards, before we both turned in for the night. I always made sure I did that. "Who is he, the bastard? I'll knock his bloody block off," I shouted at last, my temper really beginning to boil, but I never in a million years expected the answer she gave me. It really took me by surprise, and it took several moments for it to fully sink in. "Who said it was a 'he'?" She replied in not much more than a whisper. Simply, quietly, just like that. We stared at one another, neither of us knowing how to continue. My relief that there wasn't another guy banging her up was balanced by my total confusion, and what it all meant. One thing was sure, Mark wouldn't be any help now, no good at all, and all I could do was to ask her what it was all about? What was going on? "I'll tell you later, your tea's gone cold, and the newspapers on the floor," she answered, matter of factly, adding" I'll take that earlier 'OK' as a 'yes' then if you've got nothing else to say. Oh, and don't forget were going down to the pub tonight, should be quite lively." And with that she smiled, turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me with my mouth wide open. Somehow Arsenal's team that afternoon didn't seem quite so important after that. ------------------------------------------------------- Linda walked into the kitchen, put down the things in her hands, and let out a huge sigh of relief. She'd known it wasn't going to be easy, but never imagined how hard it had actually been. She was just grateful that the first part was over, and hoped that from now on it would all go smoothly. Linda took five long breaths to steady herself, to give herself courage, to reinforce the false calmness that she had displayed in front of Terry. She had the rest of the day to get through and she had no intention of being the one to bring up the subject again. Then she heard the front door slam, and relaxed, felt the tension draining out of her limbs as she heard his footsteps storming down the drive. That was expected; her and Jane had more or less guessed he would storm out. He'd be off down the pub and would probably come back in a few hours a bit worse for wear. Not drunk of course. Terry never got drunk. In fact he never did anything out of character. That was the problem of course, he just never changed. He was probably the most unadventurous man in the street, maybe in the town. She still loved him, not in the mind blowing passionate way of their early days, when she would sit there miserable, her heart empty, sending her parents mad, just waiting for him to come and pick her up. Love matures, and grows with a relationship as you grow older together. She only wished the sexual side of their life together had done the same. At the beginning it had been OK. Quite good even, certainly better than the two other lads who had practiced inexpertly on her teenage body before Terry, something she had never or could ever let him know about. It was all a matter of expectation, and her friends seemed to understand that. If you've only ever ridden a bike, as her friend Mary had joked a few weeks ago, then a motorbike seems fantastic, but it doesn't mean you don't eventually want to have a go in a car! Another pal joined in with a demand for a sports car, and they had all burst out laughing when Laura dreamily called for a Jaguar, a big black sexy one at that. Linda had joined in the fun, but afterwards reflected that all she wanted was to get off the motorbike. If only Terry would become a car, any damn car. No, Terry's sexual ambitions had not grown with their marriage, a wham bang thank you mam when they had first met, and so he remained. Foreplay a thing for sissy's, she was lucky if he so much as squeezed her tits before he got down to business. She'd made subtle suggestions, then less subtle, all to no avail. She'd even bought home a sexy video one evening, which surprised but pleased Terry, to try to let him see what actually went on between other couple's sheets. But just as she was getting turned on by the chap stroking the girl's body, he'd hit the fast forward button, zooming on to the hard stuff. She could have happily killed him. It was about then that the sex started drying up. Once a week or more, became once a week or less, then once a month, once every few months, and then 'when was the last time?' Terry didn't seem to notice and she didn't really care. Not that is till Jane stopped work and started to join her little circle of friends. Their conversations had often been a bit naughty, at the time they had thought raunchy, but Jane had taken them on one step further. She'd previously worked for a PR agency, so she was a bit more advanced than the rest of them. She bought up subjects and ideas they had kept to themselves previously, if they even understood what she was on about. For Linda it came to a head, when one Thursday lunchtime the subject of clitorises came up. Some of the girls talked about how much their men did or didn't understand how it worked, or how they liked it to be used. Poor Linda just kept quite, growing more frustrated as the laughing and joking went on. She doubted whether Terry even knew she had one, never mind where to find it. She made her decision! Something had to change, or something would break. Burying her shame, steeling herself, she asked Jane around the following week and poured out her problems, bursting into tears of frustration and embarrassment before she had finished. Jane had pulled her into her arms, cuddled her to console her, promising to help her in some way. And that was how it all started! That was how just a week or so later she found herself asking Terry if he minded if she made love to her new special friend Jane. ------------------------------------------------ It was bloody awful down the pub. The beer tasted terrible, even worse than normal. My mates were all so jovial, and nobody could see what I was going through. Even Mark, who I thought might be a bit more receptive didn't want to listen to my problems. Not of course that I could tell them what my problem was, not even give them a clue in case they guessed, but you would have thought they would have understood at least a bit. No, all they wanted to talk about was bloody football, always bloody football. Couldn't they see there were more important things going on in this world? I only stayed two or three hours, didn't want to have more than five pints. In any case none of them agreed with my idea of swapping Arsenal's line up for this afternoon to a five three two. I was sure Spurs couldn't have handled it, but nobody could see it. Just couldn't understand it at all. Wankers the lot of them. I wasn't looking forward to going home at all, and crept in, hoping she wouldn't notice. She did of course, she never misses anything, but she didn't say anything to me, which was at least a blessing. Then the match was on ITV and that kept me going till late afternoon. By half eight she had made no move to get changed and it was obvious that tonight's trip out to the pub was off. Oh Christ! That meant sitting there in silence, or that subject would have to come up. It was over dinner that it did. Our conversation had been stilted, when I casually asked her what she had on next week, quite innocently really. "Making love I hope. Having sex with Jane," she said, just like that, as if she was planning a visit to the shops. I'd really walked into that one. She kept on eating as nothing had changed. That was the moment when I knew I had to act like a man. To take the lead, and sort things out. Stop all this rubbish once and for all. "Why are you doing this to me?" I demanded, really firmly, trying to show her that this nonsense wasn't on. It seemed to work as well, a bit at least. "You really don't know, do you ____ you blithering idiot," Linda answered, sort of unsure of herself I thought. I didn't of course, but that didn't matter. I just wanted everything to get back to normal. Good. Steady like it used to be till this morning. Then things started to go down hill a bit. "It's the sex," she cried at me, "You're no bloody good at it." Well that was a bit strong. She'd never complained before. We didn't do it more than once or week or so at the moment, but then again we never had. What the hell should I say next? It ceased to be my turn. "I've been telling you for months; no for years, bloody years. Making love to you is boring, always same, you know less about a woman's body than......than......than a chair!" She shouted. I looked over at the chair. Odd thing to say that. I wonder which chair she meant. But I was beginning to get the point. She was on about that foreplay thing again, and that was bad news. "Yes I do," I responded knowing roughly in what direction this was going. "Where's my clitoris then?" She shouted again, getting even more agitated, "Go on tell me right now. Where's my damn clitoris?" I nearly did it, but resisted the temptation to ask her where she had left it. But then I was a bit stumped. I mean I knew where it was, well more or less. Not exactly, not precisely, but then I'd never really needed to know. I did know what it was for though, Mark of all people had told me, and I went straight ahead and told her. Just to show her that I knew my stuff and was no pushover. AH! _____ OK! ____ Right! Well then _____ so apparently Mark doesn't know as much as he thought he did. He'd get a surprise when I told him the truth that women do like having it touched though. Well, who would have thought that? That's really handy, you just touch their clit and women have orgasms. Just like that, straight away, if I'd understood Linda correctly. Linda had been a bit upset, a bit excited, and got a bit garbled she did, so maybe I didn't get it quite right and I felt that there must be a bit more to it than that. It was a handy bit of information to have all the same. At that, poor Linda could take no more, and rushed upstairs to bed screaming, "Damn you, you moron, gets lost." Totally unaware, as it happened, that at least part of her plan had actually taken seed. --------------------------------------------- By the morning things had settled down. Terry had tried it on a bit during the night, thinking maybe he might try out this clitoris thing, to see if what she said was true. If she'd known his intention, Linda might well have let him carry on, but instead she knocked his hand away, and turned round with a curt goodnight. Terry for his part was actually quite relieved, as though he now had a rough idea what it was for; he still had no idea at all, of exactly where it was. A few days passed without incident, a sort of silent truce having being declared. Eventually Terry could hold back no longer, as there was a question he simply had to ask. Something he just had to know. No it wasn't the exact whereabouts of her clitoris, as he'd looked it up on the Internet, and now had a mental image of its exact location. It was something else. "How do two women actually make love?" He eventually enquired in not much more than a whisper; half hoping she wouldn't hear and would ignore him. Obviously with two women, there was no bit to stick in. They could use one of those dildo things, but he just knew that there must be more to it than that. He had a good idea of what that was, but he wasn't sure how they went about it. He'd actually taken the bother find a soft porn film on the TV the previous night, after Linda had gone to bed, and had enjoyed it, surprised at what two girls could get up to, half wondering why he had never got into it before. But his Linda? Surely Linda wasn't really intending to do things like that. Not let this Jane touch her on her ........Well, just about all over really. Not his Linda. "Don't know yet, haven't really started," Linda came back, hardly helping out much, but accidentally or otherwise rather wetting his appetite. "Nothing!" He demanded. "Nothing at all? How do you know you'll like it? How do you know you'll fancy one another?" He still hoped she might change her mind, but he was no longer as sure as he had been a day or so ago. He was a bit confused; getting more and more intrigued. "Well," Linda ventured, hesitating before continuing. "We have had just a little practice. Only a bit mind you, not like the whole thing." Terry looked at his wife, with strange feelings that he had never had before. "When?" He only just managed to get out, really wanting to ask 'what' they had actually done, rather than the less interesting 'when'. Also to find out what 'only a bit' actually represented. Linda looked at her husband and decided he was ready. Ready for stage two. Ready to find out a bit more about what was involved. -------------------------------------- I was quite surprised how calm she was to be honest. A lot more than I was, that's for sure. I was still on a bit of a high after finding out all about them clitoris's, and that biologically they were only there for one thing. When I went back on the web to check I'd got it all right, and not made a mistake, I'd clicked on a link, and now I was an expert on a woman's pubis as well, her mons. I would never have guessed before that 'Fanny Hill' had been invented from that. That video had got me thinking as well. I started wondering what on earth this Jane looked like. I really hoped she was pretty though I'm not sure why. Anyway Linda started to tell me about the time they had practiced. I guess they hadn't planned it to happen just like that, though they'd made their mind up that they fancied one another a few days before. Linda had been upset about something or other, but I forgot to ask what. Then she started crying, and Jane had consoled her. Well it appears one thing led to another, and before long they decided to kiss, properly on the lips, just like they'd do with a guy. I thought they'd get on with it, full on and then tongues and all that, but it seems not. They sat opposite one another and stared into one another's eyes for some time. Getting in the mood she said, and then slowly, very slowly, they'd bought their lips together, just lightly touching them, licking one another's lips. I could tell she'd enjoyed it just by the look on her face as she relived it. Quite turned me on as well. Don't know why we'd never done it like that before. Of course they then did kiss properly, tongues and all that. Well Linda and me had done that for years ____ or maybe it was years ago that we used to do it, as we're a bit too used to one another now. Got to seem un-necessary or something I suppose. It was when Linda told me about the other girl first touching her breasts that it really got my imagination going. She's got good tits my Linda, always has done. I bet you think I like huge tits, but you'd be wrong so there. Got nothing against them being big, but I prefer them about medium. Not too big, and not too small. And I like them firm and shapely, something to squeeze, but not too floppy. Football Fan Oh, and the nipples I really do like nice big juicy nipples. My Linda in fact, so this Jane bird could count herself lucky there. She didn't seem to be embarrassed telling me about how her friend had slipped her hand inside her top, and she really must have enjoyed that, because she described every move in such detail, how Jane had undone her blouse, pulled down her bra, and fondled both breasts, stroking them and playing with her nipples. Not too hard, like I did sometimes ____ when I bothered that is, but gently, both rolling her nipples and tracing her fingers around her breasts till Linda was gasping, or so she explained. She really must have enjoyed that bit, cos by the time she'd finished, she'd undone her own blouse, and was getting her boobs out to feel them. Just like that! Right in front of me. I did think she could have thought about my position a bit more, but I decided to put up with it and not complain. I'd never really got her going like that myself, but I bet I could if I tried. Not difficult you know, you just have to know what a girl enjoys. Not too much at one time on any one area like ___ moving about, and not overdoing it. You can use your hands or your lips, but preferably both, just like Linda explained Jane had done to her. She continued a bit, and very interesting it was, though I wasn't too happy at what she'd done to Jane. Bit bloody rude I thought, and I nearly told her so. Maybe she saw I wasn't happy, and she went on to tell me what happened next. If this was just practising, then Christ knows what these girls get up to when they're serious. If having her tits touched up wasn't enough, this Jane bird then started to put her hand up the wife's skirt. Touching her and all, like they did on that video. She seemed to take a long time over it by all accounts, and Linda seemed insistent on telling me that. I'd have got it over and done with a lot quicker myself. Though thinking about it, most of them things I'd never even tried, so perhaps you have to take a bit longer. I wonder??? Got me thinking I'll tell you. Then I buggered it all up, just as I was enjoying it. " How did she take it off?' I asked, when she told me that Jane pulled her skirt down. I'd let the cat out of the bag a bit that I was interested, but Linda didn't seem too concerned. "Like this," she said, and started to wriggle out of her skirt. "Bloody hell!" I shouted. Then "Sorry Linda." You see I don't like to swear in front of the wife. Not nice I don't think. But bloody hell, did I get a shock. She pulled her skirt down, right down, and then kicked it off. It wasn't that, not even that she didn't have any knickers on, though that was a big enough surprise. I did a double take to make sure, but it was true and I'd been right the first time. She had no pubic hair. No, honestly ____ I'm not joking, there was none at all. She must have shaved it off. When? How? ___ I had no idea. It must have been that Jane who had put her up to it. Maybe even done it ___ Christ what a thought. Then she laid back and opened her legs open wide. Really really wide. I'm not sure I liked the look of her thingy before when it was all covered in hairs. Not looked at it much lately I guess, but when she lay back like that it looked really delicious. Tasty even. No, really I mean it; you should look at one yourself. But not my Linda's of course. Find your own. I didn't know what to say, and by luck I got it smack on. "You've shaved your pubis Linda," I said. It was a bit formal, but I got my point over, and it really made her smile. "Where did you learn that word?" She demanded, almost laughing. At first I thought she was taking the mick, but then when I told her I'd looked it up on the internet the other night, she let out a little scream, and made to grab me shouting, "Oh Terry I love you. You have been trying after all." She pulled me off my balance, and I fell forward, accidentally landing straight between her legs, my face no more than inches from the bit she had shaved. It smelled nice. That surprised me. Linda made no effort to push me away, and it suddenly occurred to me that I now had a unique opportunity. I might never have got a chance like that again. I reached up and pulled apart the fleshy lips that surrounded her pussy. They were all wet and juicy but I opened them wide, and BINGO! The web site was right. There it was, that clitoris thing was right where they said it was, and looked just like the picture. Actually there were pictures of a whole range of them, cos they're not all the same you know. If I remembered correctly, hers was just like the third row down and four in. I touched it. It felt nice, sort of warm and slippery. But Linda didn't orgasm straight away, not that I thought I'd got that bit quite right. No, that took nearly ten minutes, though the second time was a bit quicker. She seemed quite pleased, but when a guy knows what he's doing, confident around a woman's body, then it's not difficult really. And the other thing. It turned out that the story about her and this Jane was all made up all along. She'd invented the whole bloody thing! This Jane bird was just one of her friends, and they'd concocted the whole sex thing between them just for a laugh. I've no idea why, she was just messing around I suppose, and trying to trick me, but as it turned out everything worked out really well. Between you and me, I think all that talk about this imaginary sex with another woman must have relaxed her a bit, and made her think more about things. She's certainly changed for the better I can tell you, and she's much more adventurous in bed than she ever was before. Oh yes ___ the sex has been much better since then. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the story about her and Jane had been true. --------------------------------------------------------- "So it really did work out then,' said Jane. "He fell for it, really believed you, and it all proved worth taking the risk." It was a few days later, and Linda had popped by to tell her friend how well their plan had worked out. "Yes," replied Linda." He fell for hook line and sinker. It was great, and has been ever since. I never imagined he could be so adventurous. He keeps looking things up on the Internet, and insists we try them out every night. I couldn't have done it without your help. If I'd pretended I'd been playing around with another man, then he would have gone barmy, but with another woman, it just blew his mind." "Maybe he'll write a book about it," laughed Jane, and they both giggled, overjoyed that their trick on Terry had succeeded. Jane looked at Linda, so pleased that their little intrigue had been so successful, and that her marriage was now back in good shape. But there was one last question she had to ask. "Better than me is he?" "No silly. Really good though, but different that's all," Linda laughed back, and with that she laid back naked on Jane's bed, arching her back to stretch her breasts taught as her friend slipped between her legs, and slowly ran her tongue up Linda's open thighs, till she reached the welcoming cleft between her legs. Her tongue urgently worked it's way through the warm folds of the lips, and sought out the little sex bud, her clitoris, at the top of the slit, playing with it till her friend cried out in pleasure. When she'd first gone round to seek Jane's help, Linda had never imagined that she'd end up with the best of both worlds quite like that. And Terry ____ well he was as pleased as punch, and started to give lectures to his pals down the pub on Sunday lunch times. All of his friend's wives benefited hugely from their husband's new knowledge. --------------------------------- Rumour has it that Linda introduced Terry to Jane and all three of them got really friendly. It's only a rumour of course, but who knows. By the way ___ Arsenal beat Spurs three nil. Football Fantasy Ka'lia is a football fanatic. She is glued to the television every Sunday and Monday or any other time to watch her favorite teams battle it out. She jumped out of the shower the clear water cascading off of her perfectly sculptured body. Her soft pink towel was barely wrapped around her breast exposing her pierced belly button. Her silky purple hair swam across her shoulders. She has creamy light brown skin, which gives the appearance of Indian in her family. Between her body, skin color, and her bright hazel green eyes she looks like she just stepped out of an erotic comic book. She runs into her bedroom, plopping herself onto her queen sized poster bed. She quickly finds the channel and tosses the remote aside. She reaches down into her Victoria Secret basket and pulls out her "Love Spell" lotion and begins to rub down her skin. She slides her towel off of her upper thighs and starts rubbing lotion from the tip of her hip down her legs. She extends each one to make sure that the lotion is even. Next she slipped into her cotton pink thong and matching bra. Ka'lia hears a noise and looks up. Her team was winning by 2 and she is excited. She started to get involved in the game getting turned on by every ounce of contact. Without realizing it, she begins to stroke the outside of her thong. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of crashing helmets and body pads. With every sound she begins more persistently stroking the outside of her pussy. She runs her hand under her bra while playing with herself causing her nipples to become as hard as ice. She closes her eyes to hear the commotion caused from the game. "Football, the sexiest game around" she said so softly that comes out like a purr. "How much I wish to be broken by a football player." That comment was too much for her and she shoved three fingers into her warm shaven pussy. Even her skin down there was smooth as she slid her hand in and out of her open hole. She stretched her legs wider open as she began to take advantage of her unattended vagina. She kept her eyes glued to on the game as if the game was the inspiration for her playing with herself. The more violent the game got, the more she was trying to shove her entire fist into herself. She gasps as her vagina starts to respond to her fingers by causing orgasms. In mid- orgasm Ridik walks in. He is a college football player that is Ka'lia's friend. His body is as unbelievable as his whitish-blue eyes. He always comes over to watch the games with her trying to get close to her. As he watches her he becomes instantly hard. He slides his hand down his black "wife beater" outlining his rough muscular chest. He slid his hand into his loose navy blue jeans, into his Hanes boxers grabbing his swollen dick. He vigorously pumped himself as he watched and listened to her moans. His breathing became heavy almost erratic. Ka'lia turned around suddenly at the sound. She never saw him enter the room but she liked what she saw. She watched as he jerked himself with the same need as she popped herself. She got up walking towards him slowly letting the towel slip off her body and hit the floor. When he opened his eyes she was in front of him with a look of yearning. "Do you need some help?" She asked. Before he could answer her, she grabbed his head and began immediately shoving her tongue into his mouth. He grabbed her back fondling with her bra strap. Once it was loose he slammed her up against the opposing wall and began to suck the life out of her breast. She slammed him back and took off his shirt. She licked from his chin to his navel. She stopped to open his pants with her teeth. Once they were dropped she took him into her mouth. She dug her nails into his ass as she gave him head. He took a handful of her hair to help guide her head. He bit his lip as he came in her mouth happy that she had swallowed all of his juices. She pulled away from him and he swooped her up to bring her to the bed. He laid her down and split her legs. He ate her already wet pussy as if is it was his last meal. He applied pressure with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Ka'lia glanced at the television. She watched as number 05 collided into number 28. The sound of the impact made her heart jump. She gripped Ridik's hair and forced him to lie beside her. She mounted her football player and rode him as if her life depended on it. He gasped as she pinched his nipples and rode harder. He reached up with one hand, grabbed her nipples and with the second hand he played with her clitoris. Her response to this was to become more violent in her riding. She sunk her hands into his chest creating marks when she lifted them up. He cried out and played with her clit roughly. She cried and came all over his chest. He threw her to one side and jumped up. He bent her over the bed and entered her anal. She grabbed her sheets in such a way it seemed as if she would tear them up. He placed his hands on her hips and rammed into her. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of him slamming himself into her. It reminded her of sound of the helmets on the teams. The sound of slapping skin turned her on. She cried out having multiple orgasms and he continued picking her up as he dug into her. She was no longer on the floor but in his hands. He used his force to tear a new hole inside of her. They both were screaming and sweating having orgasm after orgasm. Ridik finally bust in her letting out an exaggerated cry and then set her back on the floor. Smiling, he got out of her and sat beside her. Ka'lia opened her eyes. She glanced at him then at the television. The clock had stopped and the game was over. Ka'lia's team had won. Football Fantasy Wendy and I were on another photo session. Tessa, the editor-in-chief of Fantasies For Women magazine, had us to do a photo op for the magazine's football issue. We were taking lots of pictures of professional, college, and high school football players from all across the country. Tessa had the idea for the football issue because there are a lot of female football fans. We even manage to do a shoot with three college football players for the cover. Today, we went out to the football field to photograph a few high school football players from Dallas, Texas. Wendy got out the 35MM camera and started taking pictures of them fully equipped, half-naked, and in action. They even sweated because of the heat. To make the photo shoot more interesting, we suggested that one of the players become a centerfold for the issue. His name was Jason Drake. He was a tall drink of water with deep brown hair and brown eyes. He was just as sweet as he was hot. First, Wendy photographed him with football padding, pants, and no shirt while out on the field. He had a well-built body being a football player and a boyish face. He even smiled for us. After being out on the field in the hot sun, Wendy and I decided to photograph Jason while he was hitting the showers. Jason loved the idea. We all went to the boys' locker room and watched as Jason got himself wet. Once the water was on, the photo shoot was getting steamier. The water was nice and warm once he started taking off his wet jersey. I took the photos while he gradually posed. He then took off his pants and was in his underwear. I had to reload my camera to continue the shoot. After reloading my camera, I had Wendy pose with Jason under the shower. "Very nice, Jason. Get close to Wendy. Hold her in your arms. Great!" I directed. Wendy was posing with Jason. They were touching each other's bodies. He was wet and almost naked and Wendy was fully clothed. Both were in the shower and soaking wet. Jason then kissed her lips as he wrapped one of his arms around her waist. Wendy turned around as she looked into his eyes. He took her shirt off and then removed her cropped jeans until she was in her white cotton underwear. They kissed each other some more as his hands explored her body. Ryan said to Wendy, "You're a very sexy girl, Wendy." She smiled as she began to slowly remove his underwear, revealing an eight-and-a-half inch manhood. Wendy was very impressed. "Wonderful!" I said while still clicking with my camera. Once Jason's underwear was off, he was ready to take Wendy's underwear off too. He carefully unhooked her bra and began caressing and squeezing her breasts. His mouth was warm when he was sucking them. His lips moved up to her neck kissing her there. Next, he took off Wendy's panties, lifted her, and pressed her body against the cool tile wall. Jason started licking and sucking Wendy's bare clit and pussy. His tongue was wet and slick against her female area. Wendy's body was wildly quivering against his mouth. I on the other hand had managed to get all the shots from every angle. After Jason finished his oral attack on Wendy, he wrapped her legs around his waist and managed to get to his cock deep inside her. I took a photo from the side to get the action. While he was getting in and out of Wendy, he kissed and licked her neck again while holding her hips with his hands. Wendy and Jason had reached climax before having a collective orgasm. After the orgasm, Jason came inside her and kissed Wendy's lips. "And that's a wrap on an amazing photo shoot. Great job everyone!" I said. "Jason, you're just as awesome off the field as you were on it." Wendy said to Jason as she was putting her clothes back on. "Working on the photo shoot with the two of you was the best feeling ever, next to winning the championship game last year." Jason said to both of us. Another great photo op was all wrapped up. The three of us all looked at the photos I took with my digital camera. Jason was amazed of how they looked. He even wanted us to send him a copy of the magazine once it's released. I told Jason that we'll send it to him. When the shoot was done, the sun was setting outside. Wendy and I managed to get the photos developed so we could send them to Tessa in New York City. "That was an incredible photo shoot we did, Kristy. I'm starting to be a football fan already," Wendy said to me with a smile. "I agree. I, too, am already a fan. Can't wait till pro football season starts. I'm ready to get my NFL spirit on!" I exclaimed. THE END Football Fest X The girls and I were cheering as the last touchdown for our team went down. We were all excited for the team had won the championship. My boyfriend, Lindsay, was the co-captain. He walked over to me, picking me up and twirling me around. We had a discussion the other night about what we would do if the team won. I have always thought about having sex with Lindsay plus another woman but was also unsure of it all. But the bet was if the team won, a friend of Lindsay's would be joining us. Her name was Laurie and she was also a fellow cheerleader with me. I knew her a bit but was not best friends with her or anything. Lindsay had made the arrangements with her. She walked over to us and congratulated him on job well done. "Well the fun has just begun girls," he said. "Ok, meet me back here in one hour. And we will have our own celebration." With that he put me down and went to shower. Laurie and I, by the way my name is Jessie, went to the stands and sat down. We started drinking some coolers that she had brought. And it didn't take me long to become giddy as I don't normally drink. I had never really noticed her before. But sitting there chatting I realized why Lindsay wanted a threesome with her involved. She had the ideal body, shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, big boobs, and long legs. And she made you feel right at home. We were making small talk and then all of a sudden she started kissing me. I was a bit shocked, but I loved it and went back for more. She was an incredible kisser. She was running her hands through my hair as she plunged her tongue into my mouth. It was the best kiss I ever had. I was getting wet, I couldn't stop kissing her. Lindsay walked out onto the field and noticed us going at each other. By the time he walked over to us I had started rubbing on her pussy through her panties. She was soaked. I moved her panties aside and slowly moved two of my fingers inside her. She moaned lightly. Lindsay said, "Hey! Save some of that for me!" He took our hands and we came down onto the football field. He had a key in his hand and we followed him down a hallway. It lead us to the coaches room. Lindsay unlocked it. Inside was a couch, desk and some chairs. He walked over to the couch and pulled it open into the bed. He told us to get on the bed. As I started walking toward it he slapped my ass. I started undressing Laurie, she had such a beautiful petite little body. I on the other hand had small boobs, but Lindsay says I have the perfect ass though. She had a nice ass, and surprising great tits. Lindsay and I just looked at her for a moment. He took off all my clothes and told me to get on the bed with Laurie. We were on our knees as we started kissing again. She grabbed me by my short brown hair as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I cupped her breasts in one hands and I again started out for her juicy mound. I noticed she was shaved completely, like me. I dove my fingers inside her as she ran her hands through her hair. I wanted to lick every bit of it. Her hips started moving back and forth begging for more. I laid Laurie down and started sucking on her breasts. I had my ass straight up in the air so Lindsay could fuck me. I moved down to Laurie's sweet, little pussy. As I licked her clit I could feel her body tingle. I fingered her while my tongue played with her clit. Lindsay stayed back and watched us. Although I wanted him to fuck me, he made me wait. My pussy was soaked. I moved my tongue down to her hole and drove it inside her. She moaned loudly. I looked back at Lindsay and he was stroking his cock, damn that turns me on. I went back to licking her shaved, tight, little pussy. I felt her orgasm on my tongue as she moaned louder. My hands were rubbing her body as I felt her quiver. She looked up at me and said, "I want to taste you." I eagerly got up and rolled over on my back to the other side of the bed with my legs spread wide open. She started out for my pussy, with Lindsay watching our every move. Laurie went to work on my clit. It was amazing. I have never had a bi-sexual thought in my body before but now I knew why women did this. It was amazing. She was sucking on my clit and driving her fingers into me at the same time. I was almost screaming with pleasure. My body was trembling as I pulled her head towards my pussy. I could feel the orgasm building up, I almost couldn't stand it. I started moving my hips back and forth as Laurie drove her tongue into my throbbing pussy. I came like I had never come before, it was dripping out of my pussy and rolling down to the crack of my ass. I grabbed Laurie and started fingering her. With that Lindsay couldn't take it any longer. He thrust his huge cock inside me and started pounding my pussy. It was hard for me to concentrate on Laurie while I was being fucked so hard. But all of us were being pleased. Moans and screams coming from everyone, I loved it. Lindsay decided he wanted to fuck Laurie now. As he had made out with her once but didn't know what she was like in bed. But from this experience he figured she was wild. I started kissing her breasts. Then Lindsay rolled her over and started pounding away. I actually like watching her little body being jolted back and forth by Lindsay's huge cock. I couldn't help but to start playing with myself as I stared at them. After a few minutes of watching her get fucked, Lindsay looked over at me. He wanted me blindfolded so I had to imagine what was going on. He passed me a scarf and I tied it at the back of my head. Listening to Laurie's moans and the slapping of his balls on her, turned me on more. I fingered my wet pussy harder and harder. But my fingers just weren't enough I needed more. And Lindsay could tell. He rammed his cock one final time inside of Laurie. Quickly pulling it out and coming over to me. He pushed it inside of my pussy. Ohhhhh, it felt so good. But again one of us was left out. Laurie came over to me and straddled my face. I tore the scarf off, i wanted to see it all now. Pressing her wet dripping pussy onto my face. I brought my hands up and squeezed her ass. Opening the lips so I could get my tongue inside. She lowered herself down more. I could smell the aroma of it. And feel the wetness of her cunt on my face. MMMMMMM, it was out of this world. As Lindsay pumped his cock into me, Laurie and him kissed passionately. All I could see though was her ass. I was nearing orgasm again as Lindsay was too. I had lapped up all of Laurie's juices. But she was also fidgeting around like she was hitting orgasm again. With one quick movement, Laurie jumped off of me. And Lindsay pulled his cock out of my pussy. Grabbing it he came all over my stomach. Laurie bent down and sucked up the hot white cum. Collapsing with utter exhaustion, Lindsay laid down beside me. And watched Laurie lick it up. When she was done, she crawled up beside me and laid down too. We were not sure where this would go from here. Although, we were all satisfied with the way it worked out. Next time, who knows what will happen. Only time will tell. Football Fever I loved moments like these. It was Saturday- hot outside yet breezy and he was at home, relaxed, at ease for the weekend. His army schedule was tough, most weeks he was off only on Sundays. I was ecstatic when he came home Friday afternoon. "I want your brown cunt wrapped around my cock all weekend." I curled up next to him and hugged my knees, my back resting on the side of his bare, clammy arm. I tilted my head back so that it rested on his shoulder as he slumped on the couch, legs wide, drinking beer and watching football. I closed my eyes and just relished the fresh, masculine feel of him near to me. I dozed off to the hum of cheering and loud football commentary. I was tired and sore already, from last night alone. The aftermath of a night filled with rough, passionate sex, using all my holes and making me cum wildly and intensely again and again. I felt his hand slide into my hair and tug it slightly. "Come and suck me off. Nice and slow." I slid off the couch onto my knees and shuffled over to sit between his spread legs, the growing bulge through his shorts at eye level. He looked down at me and his eyes flickered to my patterned pajama shorts and pink top. He took a swag of his beer. "Take your top off but leave your bra on." I obliged, peeling off my top over my head to reveal my cream purple lace trimmed bra cupping my full mounds, striped with sweat from the heat of the day. He gulped another mouthful and his jaw twitched as I fixed my tangled hair to the side and reached up to unbutton his pants. Unzipping it, his half erect cock sprung out as I gripped it with my small hand. I started a slow pump up and down as I opened my hungry mouth to fill it with his soft pink balls. I sucked on them gently, swirling my tongue in between. I looked up at his face enthusiastically, but he was engrossed in the game. His cock told otherwise, it was soon rock hard, throbbing in my hand. I heard advertisements come on, and I shuffled again on my ankles and leaned forward. His eyes rested on me as I enveloped my wet mouth over his bursting head. "Fuck." He murmured as he threw his head back onto the headrest, and I slid more inches of it down. I let saliva leak from my mouth onto his cock, lubing it for his sensual mouth fuck. The game started again and his attention was redirected. I sucked on the top half of it, enjoying the salty taste of him. I pumped the part of it that couldn't fit in my mouth, alternating with massaging his balls. I persisted, despite his apparent indifference. I moaned softly as I looked up at him admiringly, at his chiselled jaw, his broad chest. His hard stomach that curved in and heaved slightly under his vest. I felt wetness spreading in my panties as he filled my mouth. "Faster." He instructed as he gulped his beer again. I quickened the pace and soon he squeezed his eyes together, grunted loudly and thrust his hips upward, slamming his cock into me and making me gag. He pushed my head down to make sure that he fed me every drop of his hot load. It pooled at the back of my throat and I swallowed it down lovingly, and looked up at him and smiled as I redid his pants. He touched the side of my face with his strong hand- a gesture of approval. I crossed my legs and remained at his feet. I was waiting for the right time to ask for what I wanted. Ads came on again. I mustered courage and turned around to face him. My voice cracks and I look down shyly. "Sir, I want your cock. I want to ride it." I wait for his response, with bated breath. His mouth curled into a smirk after he made me wait painfully for far too long. "Absolutely." I sprung up and removed the rest of my clothes. Ads were still on so he took the time to glaze over my body as I took his cock out again. Facing forward I spread my legs and stood over him, then lowered myself slowly onto his lap. The game started again and I rested my head on his chest, I was short enough to not obstruct his view of the TV. I glanced at our reflection in the mirrored surface of the TV stand. His flaccid cock rested on my soaking slit and I moved up and down tantalizingly to stimulate it. I rubbed and stroked it until it was ready to impale me again. I parted my cunt lips and slid it in, relishing every inch stretching and filling me. I wanted to groan loudly but bit my lip to not disturb him with my sounds of pleasure. I planted my legs into the couch to stabilize my body, and began riding him. I looked at his pink cock appear and disappear into my hot, tight, wet hole in the mirror. My eyes were lustful and narrow, but his eyes were fixed on the TV. A couple of times I heard him grunt and curse but it was not for me, he was commenting on the foul plays and misses of the match. I rode more furiously, my hair becoming sweat drenched against him. I groped my breasts and rolled my nipples harshly between my fingers. My cunt was so slippery his cock slid out a few times and I desperately forced it in again. The pressure was building and soon I shuddered, silently and violently. I clenched around him, gritting my teeth and feeling the heat rush to my head, as I attempted to muffle my screams of ecstasy. I slumped for a few moments on his chest, heaving, waiting for the weakness to leave my body. I was about to roll off him when he gripped my throat. "Good girl," he whispered in my ear as he looked at me in the mirror and smiled, pleased. Football, Four Men, & Four Quarters Women have every right in the world to get fed up with their men's fascination with football. Most women, however, do little about this. They continue to feel left out and they suffer through the football season year after year. Here, however, is the story of four women who did something about it using their sexuality. And, almost incredibly, they did it while holding on to high moral standards. * The BBQ was over and four women sat out on the patio having been abandoned by their husbands. The husbands were inside enthusiastically watching a preseason football game being played by their favorite teams. It would be a great season, they all agreed, and they did not intend to miss a single Sunday game on the TV. The women outside were also in agreement, but the agreement was on quite a different point. They were in agreement that it was going to be a long season during which their husbands would be glued to the TV screen and they would be abandoned. This week it was at one of their houses and for the next game they would be at another one of their houses, and on it would go. All four couples were otherwise very compatible. All in their late twenties, they had a great deal in common with up and coming careers and without the burdens of children or aging parents. The women really did look great and everyone would agree that the men were handsome as well. They had one more interesting thing in common, and this was each couple had their first names starting with the same letter. There was Aileen and Alex, Debbie and Dave, Jennifer and Josh, and Sylvia and Sam. They lived not far apart in a better suburban area than most, and they had good jobs. "You know, I think that we ought to do something about this problem," Jennifer said. "I am tired of putting up with it." "But what can we do about it?" replied Sylvia. "We are powerless to change this around." "Isn't there something more powerful than football?" Debbie asked. "We certainly ought to be able to think of something." "I can think of something," Aileen piped up. And then she waited to see how the other women would respond. At first, there was no response from anyone, and then finally they all asked Aileen what she was she had in mind. Her response was a single word, "Sex." As might be guessed, the other women quickly asked what she had in mind. She in turn, didn't know exactly what she had in mind. However, as their discussion picked up energy, she pointed out what all the women knew, namely, that their husbands' sex drives were all very strong. They, as wives, were the source of sexual satisfaction for their husbands. So, why couldn't they use this power and make the game days a lot more interesting for them while getting their husbands to focus upon them at least in part rather than just on the tube? No doubt about it, there was a lot of truth in Aileen's argument. As discussion of the matter unfolded, it was evident that all of them were quite willing to use their sexuality to achieve the goal at hand with touching of the other husbands and maybe even some kissing and fondling. However, their values were such that none of them wanted to actually have sex with anyone other than their husbands nor for their husbands to have sex with anyone other than themselves. With complete agreement on this point, the conversation continued. Noting that there were four husbands and four quarters to a game, Sylvia asked, "Look, why don't we pull into the bedroom one of our husbands during each quarter of the game and together give him a sexual time that is so good that he will naturally think about us rather than just the game? Each quarter takes about 30 minutes to play, and so we would have plenty of time. When we got done with each of these guys, the thing that they will remember most about the day was us, not some touchdown play." All agreed that this was a good idea, but how could they make it happen? Finally, Aileen came up with a key idea. "Why don't we plan some sexual play with them which capitalizes on the fact that there will be four of us women in the room with only one man. I'll bet that we can do some things in this situation which we can't do alone that would drive our men wild." Debbie agreed. "Dave has said on a number of occasions how much he wished that someone would watch us having sex. Actually, I have wondered if it might not be exciting as well. I could haul him into the bedroom, we could strip him naked together, and I could have sex with him in front of the three of you. Not only would it make one of his dreams come true, but I suspect that all of you would enjoy it as well." They all agreed that they would enjoy it, and Jennifer then said, "Actually, one of Josh's fantasies has been that he would be raped by several beautiful women. So, if you were all willing, we could all tie him down on his back, oil him up, and all go after him until he shoots out all he has got. That ought to give him a buzz!" Again, there was general agreement that they wouldn't at all mind doing that to Josh. Actually, Josh really did appear to be a stud, and the situation that Jennifer described started to get the juices of all of them going with dampness between the legs apparent to every one of them. At last, they would get a really good look at (and feel of) his cock. Then Aileen admitted that Alex had several times expressed to her a wish to have his rump assaulted by beautiful women, first by bare hands, then a paddle, and finally by a belt. Followed, of course, by a rape. "And he has always stressed that he wants these actions to be vigorous," she said. She then admitted to them that they had a femdom relationship, and that she had spanked him on a number of occasions with real enjoyment by both Alex and herself. At last it was Sylvia's turn to share about Sam's fantasies. Sylvia was hesitant to do it, and looked down at the patio floor as she began to talk in a somewhat halting fashion not at all characteristic of her. Actually, she was embarrassed. "I'm not sure what Sam would like the most in a situation where there are several women because he has never expressed such a fantasy to me. However, I can tell you what I would like to do to him in such a situation. I would like for us to take turns removing his clothes one piece at a time, with kisses and fondling. Then once naked, I would like for him to be tied to the bed and all his pubic hair to be shaved off. The reason for this is because he has such a big bush down there that I have never been able to have good oral sex with him because of all the hair. I do not really think he would object to this too much, but I have not had the courage to tie him down and do the job myself. If we all did it together, I would actually appreciate it." Everyone agreed that this plan would be put into effect at the next game which was two weeks away. That would be the opening game of the regular season. Each agreed that they would warn their husband that he would be called away from the TV for a quarter of the game and that the "girls" had something special planned for him in the bedroom that he would like. Each of the women would also be responsible to bring any props they needed for the session with their man. All were truly excited about getting this plan in place, and truth be known, there were some sleepless nights as the women fantasized about how the next session might go. Two weeks later The two weeks passed and the four couples again assembled at the rather grand house of Aileen and Alex. The BBQ came first and then the game. As usual, the women brought the goodies for the BBQ, but each of the also brought a small bag of mysterious items. The men came with their great enthusiasm for the football game, but each of them also had a question in his mind about what would happen that afternoon based upon conversations their wives had had with them. Each of them had heard something about getting called out for part of the game to be with the women, but none of them really understood what this might entail. Actually, the women did not entirely understand it either. After the BBQ the men adjourned to the living room for the pregame show on the big TV, and the women all went to the master bedroom suite. The suite was a big one with a king sized bed and with a sitting space as well. Aileen had put a nice single roll away bed in the sitting space around which the women could easily gather while ministering to one of their men on the bed. There was also two walk in closets in the suite, and a bathroom having a double shower, a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two people, two toilets and two sinks. Note should be made that each of the women was dressed in a summer outfit of an open top and a short skirt or a light summer dress. All outfits were just a little provocative, but not too obvious. None of them wore pants or shorts that day. What none of them knew was the fact that each of them had elected not to wear anything under their skirts or dresses. Nothing at all. The women set down to discuss the strategy for the afternoon. One at a time, the wife of each man would go and get him from the TV room and bring him to the bedroom. They would then proceed with him as per plan. All the plans were reviewed and agreed upon by everyone. Each man would be in the bedroom for approximately one quarter of the game. Just one question remained. How would they decide who would go first? They discussed various answers to this question, but eventually they decided that it might be best to do Josh first simply because the procedure planned for him seemed to be the least complicated of all—a rape, pure and simple. Although Jennifer was a bit reluctant to be the first to go out and call for her man, she was willing to do it. First quarter Immediately after the kickoff, Jennifer appeared in the living room and loudly enough for all the men to hear, she called out, "Josh, come with me!" While Josh protested and wanted to watch the game, by the firmness of her voice and gesture, he knew that he had no choice, and he slowly got up and followed Jennifer to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Jennifer firmly shut the door. Josh could see that all four women were there and that they were fully clothed, so this couldn't be too bad and maybe it would not take too long so he could get back to the game. Jennifer said to Josh, "It is time for you and for all the guys to realize that we women are more important than your dumb football game. We can give you a lot more satisfaction than any game, and we are going to do it now." Jennifer then pointed toward a chair, and said, "Sit down!" Josh slowly complied knowing that he was outnumbered and that there was little use in attempting to protest that he was missing part of the game. "The first thing that we are going to do is to strip you naked. I will start by removing your shoes and socks." Jennifer did just that, and then she said, "Stand up." Josh complied. By prearrangement, Aileen came over, looked Josh in the eyes, and kissed him fully on the lips. He was surprised, too surprised to kiss back. Then Aileen slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Finally, she put her hand on his cock through his pants and massaged it slowly for a full 20 seconds. Then she returned to her seat. Debbie then arose, came over and looked him in the eye but did not kiss him. Instead, she fondled him thoroughly in the groin, to the point that he groaned. Then she took off his undershirt, pulling it over his head. The she returned to her seat. Sylvia stood up and came over, walking around Josh twice, stroking his cock each time she went around. She then quickly unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to the floor. Josh was impacted by such a bold move, but before he could complain, Sylvia grabbed his cock through his shorts and held on firmly for half a minute. By the time she was done, he had a prominent tent in front of his shorts which was amply evident to everyone. Then she had him step out of his trousers, and she returned to her seat. It was up to his wife to do the final honors. Jennifer came up and gave him a long and truly impassioned kiss. Then she gently dropped his drawers and had him step out of them. With a voice of triumph, she the proceeded to parade him around in front of the other women, indicating how proud she was of his cock and how it was now theirs to ravage. Jennifer took him over to the single bed and told him to lie down on his back. He thought of refusing this command, but with all the women standing around that would be useless. As might be guessed, Josh was not thinking about the football game just then. Actually, he was quite impacted by this change of events and he was also nervous about what was to happen next. In addition to having lost his clothing in very few minutes, he was especially impacted by the aggressive grabbing of his cock. He knew that such actions might very well mean that what was to follow might be aggressive and perhaps painful and that the worst might lie ahead. Immediately, ropes were brought out and the four women tied him securely to the bed. With his legs widely spread, he could not move an inch in any direction. "All right," said Jennifer. "Let's go for it." "Let's go for what?" said Josh with an obvious quiver in his voice. "I don't think I agreed to this." "You didn't have to agree to it, honey, because I agreed to it," replied Jennifer. "You are about to be vigorously raped by a series of beautiful women. Do you see anything wrong with that?" Josh didn't actually see anything wrong with that but he didn't respond either as he was truly worried as to what would happen next. The most important part of his body was hard as a rock and pointing directly up to the ceiling, and he knew that he was in the most vulnerable position in which he had ever been in his entire life. "Not hearing any objection, let's get on with it," declared Jennifer. "Debbie, I want you to get between his legs and give his balls continuing stimulation. Do not stop at all until well after Josh ejaculates. Sylvia and Aileen, get on each side of him, oil him up and oil your hands up, and let's see what those four hands can do. I will stay at his head and work with that." Everyone got in position, and the stimulation began. So absolutely exciting was this situation for Josh that it was clear that he would ejaculate within seconds if they did not slow down. Aileen and Sylvia sensed this and stopped after a dozen strokes while Debbie continued to stimulate his balls without a pause. Jennifer held his head tightly and was nibbling at an ear. After he had settled down a little, Aileen and Sylvia did another dozen strokes on his cock and then paused again in order to prevent an ejaculation. Josh became increasingly excited and the next time they could only get in eight strokes without sending him over. When Josh expressed frustration that he had not been allowed to come, Jennifer calmly said, "This is all part of the rape, dear. They will not send you over until I tell them that they can. And that is not going to be for a while." Josh was none too pleased, but as he could do nothing the women were pleased in a devilish sort of way. A few strokes were followed by a pause a half dozen more times, and each time Josh was denied the pleasure of an ejaculation. He was getting more and more agitated, especially with the continuing stimulation of his balls, but there was no relief in sight. Finally, Jennifer said, "Rape him, girls," and they went to work on him vigorously. In less than 10 seconds, he experienced the most powerful ejaculation of his life. The first squirt went high in the air and came down just under his chin. At that moment, Jennifer bit him sharply on the right earlobe. As his body convulsed, the sudden pain brought on an even more violent second shot than the first, and as he yelled with the pain, some of his baby batter landed in his own mouth! The third squirt was less powerful than the second, but it still fell well up on his chest. There were a total of seven jets of semen which emerged from his cock, and he cried out through them all. Jennifer had forgotten to tell the girls that he would cry out during the ejaculation, and he certainly did and to the point that the men in the other room heard it. They looked at each other with questions on their faces, but then went back to the game. After the ejaculation was complete, everyone around Josh waited a full minute until he calmed down and his breathing got back to normal. Then they untied him and cleaned him up. He stood up and Jennifer said, "Before you can put your clothes on, your rapists will mark your body." She had him turn around. Aileen immediately stepped forward. She bit him in the middle of his right butt cheek, leaving a definite hickie on it. He winced but did not move. Next it was Debbie who bit him on the same cheek, but a couple of inches above Aileen's bite. She bit harder. Finally, Sylvia bit him a couple of inches below Aileen's bite and she bit harder yet. Quite a sight, those three bites in a row, with the other cheek left entirely unmarked. The session complete, they watched him dress himself except for his briefs which Jennifer put in her purse. She pointed out to him that by the end of the afternoon, none of the men would have shorts on them. Actually, of course, no one would have anything on in the groin area. Josh got up to go back to the living room, but before he left, he said, "I want to thank you all for one of the most enjoyable times of my life." Then he kissed each one of them in turn, fondled his wife, and left the room. After he left, the women cleaned up the bed and put the things away, talking about how things had gone. They were all very pleased about what had happened, and they would not have done anything differently. All that was left was to decide who would go next, an important decision as the second quarter was just beginning. Second quarter Josh went out and sat down with the other guys just as the second quarter was beginning. The guys looked at him questioningly. Finally, Dave said to him, "Was that you who yelled in there?" Josh said that it was, but he offered no explanation for the yell or any description of what had happened to him. Dave then asked if there was something wrong with Josh's ear, but he did not have to respond as just then Debbie appeared. "Dave, your presence in the bedroom is required," Debbie said in a very firm tone. However, Dave did not get up. It was not as though he did not want to go with his wife, but, well, he was uncertain as to what would happen to him if he did go. A more pressing question soon arose, however, and this was what might happen to him if he did not go, for she spoke to him again more firmly yet as she reached over in front of Sam, grabbed Dave's arm, and jerked on it. He went with her, and on the way to the bedroom she spoke quietly to him so that no one else could hear and assured him that everything would be OK. At this point, two things could for certain be said about Dave. First, he was not thinking about the football game. Second, he wasn't really assured by Debbie's comment. Josh hadn't yelled for nothing—what was that all about? In the bedroom, Dave found the other three women seated and fully clothed although, of course, in their rather sexy outfits. They greeted him warmly and waved him towards a seat while Debbie firmly closed the door. Then Debbie took charge. "Dave, we women have concluded that it is high time for all you guys to realize that we are more important to you than that stupid game. We can give you a lot more satisfaction than that game, and we are going to do it now. First, however, you need to lose all your clothes." With that, Debbie took off his shoes and socks, and then she rose herself to give him a prolonged and passionate kiss. Then, with a smile, she stepped back. Football, Four Men, & Four Quarters As per plan, Sylvia came over and told Dave to rise. She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. When he started to protest, she planted a kiss on his lips and this stopped his talking. Then she stepped aside. Debbie then stood in front of him. She slowly unbuttoned her summer blouse and tossed it aside. Then once again she passionately kissed Dave. And then, exactly as before, she stood aside. Aileen then came, put her arms around Dave and hugged him warmly. When she felt him relax, she took off his undershirt, revealing a highly muscular hunk of a man that would attract the attention of any woman. Once Aileen was seated, Debbie again stood in front of her husband and kissed him warmly. Then she stepped back and slowly removed her bra. Stepping closer to Dave, she took his hands and put them on her breasts, signifying that she wanted him to caress them. Somewhere about here, Dave started to realize that no harm was meant him and that Debbie was actually helping him to realize one of his fantasies, namely, to have sex with his wife in front of an audience. So, he caressed her breasts, looked at her warmly in her eyes, and then threw his arms around her as he kissed her passionately. Then she stepped back, unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. He in turn pulled her short skirt to the floor and to his surprise found that she was naked under that skirt. If only he had known earlier! His cock sprung into life as was evident to all as she dropped his shorts to the floor. Instead of hopping into bed right away, Debbie grabbed her husband by the cock and paraded him around in front of the other women showing him off. Indeed, he was a most attractive man, and as the women confirmed with each other later, it was right then that the moisture between each set of their legs became obvious to them. After the parade, it was time for the bed, and Dave and Debbie jumped on it and began to frolic in a most playful way. The other three women first sat some feet away and watched, but they soon decided that there was no reason why they could not stand next to the bed and get a better view. First, Debbie got on top of Dave and turned him on his side, exposing his ass fully. Then, she gently but firmly sucked and bit each cheek, putting a hickie of on each them. Dave winced at the pain and he turned the tide by forcibly getting on top of her. She was, of course, no match for his superior strength, and while she fought this sudden change of position, she loved it. Dave then put one of her nipples in his mouth and gave it a workout. She cried out just a bit and when he let go, everyone could see why—she had some teeth marks on her breast. But, instead of giving up on this, Dave went to the other breast and did the same thing. When she vocalized again, he only smiled and looked at her adoringly. She squirmed. Then he went to her ear, put his tongue in it and began to wash the insider of it with his tongue. That was too much for her, so she said, "No!" and wrestled him off her and instead she got on top of him. He deliberately turned an ear towards her as if to ask for the same wash job, but instead she bit his earlobe. It was his turn to cry out, but instead he smiled at her and turned his other ear towards her, almost daring her to bite it. She took up the challenge and bit that earlobe as well. Both earlobes turned red. From this point forward, things went into high gear between them. They began to screw likely newlyweds and soon he was on top of her with her legs spread. A single thrust entry on his part brought an exquisite groan from her and the mating began with earnest. Both were so excited that it was clear that it could not last long. Regular thrusting lasted for less than a minute before Debbie suddenly cried out and used both of her legs to pull him into her and to hold him there. She could not have done it at a better time as he burst into a series of ejaculations at that very second and she had her orgasm at precisely the same time. A perfect screw! As their breathing slowed down, Dave looked around with a big smile on this face, and he winked at the three women standing around. When they finally disengaged and were ready to get off the bed, Aileen suggested that the couple adjourn to the bathroom where she had drawn hot water in the big tub. They all went to the bathroom, got the couple in the tub, and put towels within ready reach. Then the three women left the couple in peace, closing the bathroom door quietly behind them. Half time The three women went out to be with their husbands and to check on the game. It was only five minutes until half time and they all sat down together. The game was actually quite a good one and fairly exciting but the men were not as interested as usual. Alex and Sam still did not understand what had happened to Josh who sat there and who seemed lost in thought. Further, Dave's fate was unknown as he had disappeared into the bedroom and had not been seen since. Finally, Alex said, "Is Dave OK? We have not seen him for a while." Sylvia answered, "Oh, yes. He's fine." Then, to increase the tension a bit, she added, "At least I think that he is fine, probably. Well, maybe." Just then it was half time and the women got up to get more drinks out of the refrigerator and to replenish the goodies. Once in the kitchen, they winked at each other without saying anything. They knew that they had gotten the attention of their men, and they were just devilish enough about the matter to ride it out a bit. Right before the second half kickoff, Debbie and Dave came in. "Are you guys all right," Alex asked. "Why sure, said Darlene. Why wouldn't we be?" "Just wondered," responded Alex. "Just hadn't seen you for a while, that is all." Dave got some goodies and sat down, but he did not ask about the game and even if his team was winning or losing. He seemed lost in thought. So, Alex and Sam looked at each other and both signaled to the other that they had no idea what was going on. Third quarter When the third quarter was about to start, all four women adjourned to the bedroom and reviewed plans for the next quarter. They decided that Alex would be next and they knew what they wanted to do to him. Aileen came out of the bedroom to the men, and said so that all could hear, "Alex, you are next. Come with me." Without protest, Alex got up obediently and following his wife to the bedroom. Sam was the only man yet to be called, and when he saw Alex's ready compliance, his heart sank as he realized that his last potential ally was now gone. The rather emphatic shut of the bedroom door raised further questions in his mind about what was happening behind that door, but it did not seem good to him. While he turned back to the TV, the truth is that he did not enjoy much of the third quarter of the game despite some amazing plays. And while Josh and Dave were watching the game, they did not seem to be as engrossed in it as usual. Back in the bedroom, Aileen directed Alex to be seated. Then she said, "Alex, we women don't mind that you guys are enthusiastic about football, but we think that you have gone overboard on the sport. You need to be remembering that we are important too. So, today we are drawing the attention of each one of you to this fact. First, we will strip you naked." Aileen removed Alex's shoes and socks and stepped back, telling Alex to stand up. Sylvia came over next, kissed him straight on, gave his cock a single stroke, and then took off his shirt. Debbie was next and she hugged him tightly, then removed his undershirt and finally stroked his cock six times before squeezing it and sitting down. Jennifer then took the honor of removing his pants. She made a little fuss over it and knelt in front of him. First, she stroked his cock and then she unbuckling his pants and let them drop to the floor. Finally, she stroked his cock repeatedly through his briefs. As planned, Aileen had the delightful task of removing his briefs to show all the ladies what she enjoyed every day of their married life. As she led him around, he was embarrassed but she was proud. His erection was enviable, hard as a rock, and with its veins sticking out aggressively. It was now time for the activity that Aileen knew that Alex craved but that he would never ask for, a spanking by beautiful women. Erotic discomfort was a real turn on for him, so she stroked him a few more times and then had him immediately lay down on the roll away bed on his stomach to the great discomfort of his cock. All four women immediately came up and tied all four extremities to the bed with his legs spread. Once tied, he could not move any arm or leg even one inch. "OK, Alex, these women are going to spank you, just as you have fantasized," said Aileen. Alex began to shake from excitement and his mouth went dry. "First," she said, "Debbie is going to hand spank you." Alex's shaking got worse. Debbie pulled up a chair to the bed and sat down for what could be a long episode. Saying nothing, she began a slow and firm spanking, one buttock and then the other, one and then the other. After a dozen swats, she stopped to assess the damage. Both cheeks had turned a rather distinct shade of pink. Alex was clearly in discomfort. Then she did it again, another 12 blows. She stood up and considered her job done. Under his breath, Alex was heard to say, "Nice." Sylvia was next. All that Aileen said to Alex was, "Now the paddle." Sylvia knew that she had permission to whack Alex only a dozen times and she also knew that the paddle she had was fairly heavy and big enough to get both buttocks at once. Thus, she swung it with only a moderate amount of force, and she delivered the strokes slowly. When she was done, his buttocks were not just pink but a deep red. After some seconds of recovery, Alex said, "Best spanking I've ever had." Finally, it was Jennifer's turn. Aileen said to Alex, "Now we are going to leave a few marks on your bottom." "Could I have a gag for my mouth?" asked Alex. "Unless, of course, you don't care if I cry out." "What do you think, Jennifer?" asked Aileen. "Would you like to hear him cry out or should I give him a gag to keep him quiet?" Jennifer thought a minute. "Let him cry out. That way I will have some idea as to how hard I am hitting him." Jennifer knew that she was entitled only to whip him six times with the belt she had been handed, a belt that in fact was Alex's. She doubled the belt over and with the two ends of the belt in her hand, she aimed for Alex's bottom with a blow what she thought would be about the right intensity. However, since she had never whipped a naked man with a belt, the blow was too light, and Aileen said, "Too light; that one doesn't count." The subsequent blows were harder but by no means vicious and Jennifer did not wish to hurt Alex. On three of the six strokes, Alex did cry out, and as was obvious to the women standing by, these were the three that left red marks on his bottom which would later turn into bruises. He said nothing, but it was clear that his bottom burned from the distress one could see on his face. The spanking over, the three other women untie Alex while Aileen got some baby oil on her hands and also pushed it up his anus. She then began to rub Alex on the butt gently on his sore bottom, but with every stroke or two she would put one thumb or the other up his anus. It was obvious that Alex loved the rubbing and he murmured quietly. After a full three minutes of rubbing, Aileen toweled him off and said, "Turn over, honey." Gingerly, very gingerly, he turned over. His cock was only half erect, not surprising in view of the circumstances. Then Aileen gave him the only option they would give any of the men that day. "Would you like to have an ejaculation, and would like these beautiful women to help you have it?" "Yes, I would love to have an ejaculation," Alex responded immediate. "As to who will do it..." then he thought a minute, "I would like just you to do it because you do such a great job. I am happy to have the other women look on, of course. But, you do the work, honey, and maybe they could take a lesson in how to do this from you." "In case they don't know how to do it," he added in a playful and taunting manner. Of course, Alex was saying exactly the right thing to his wife and she was really feeling gratified. Here he was preferring her to three other very good looking women and turning down her invitation to a very erotic contact with them. So, just to be sure that he really meant it, Aileen said, "Are you sure, Alex? You are turning down a chance to get fondled by some truly beautiful women." Alex immediately responded, "I am sure, Aileen. I want you to do it. If you like, they can sit on either side of me and maybe one at my head, but it is you and you only who gets my cock." Everyone took position, and the session began. Aileen had done this many times to Alex and she knew exactly what he wanted. With his left arm held by Sylvia, his right arm by Debbie, and his head held by Jennifer, the stimulation began. Aileen began slowly with oil on his cock, but he was fully erect almost immediately. "Wow, you are really excited," Aileen said. "I've got to be careful not to send you over too soon." Then, she did a masterful series of maneuvers on his cock and balls, never fully stopping but never letting him ejaculate either. Alex had his eyes closed, groaning softly. The Aileen nodded to the women that she was going to go for it. Immediately, Debbie and Sylvia tightened their grips on his arms and hands and Jennifer tightened her hold on his head. His eyes flew open as the stimulation on his cock increased dramatically. In less than 30 seconds, the inevitable happened. Everyone tightened their grip on him, he vocalized loudly, and the ejaculation began. In many respects it was similar to Josh's ejaculation with huge squirts of baby batter shot up in the air and coming down near his chin. His whole chest was covered before it was over, and then everyone gradually relaxed. In a single word, he summarized the experience. "Incredible!" he said. After a cleanup, they dressed him, but without his shorts, and he went out and very slowly and gingerly slipped into a seat with the other men. Fourth quarter. "Are you OK, Alex?" asked Sam, especially when he saw how gingerly Alex sat down. At first, Alex didn't respond, but then he eventually said that he was fine, and he seemed OK but he was preoccupied and he didn't instantly get back to the game as would be expected. Just then, Sylvia came and called Sam to go to the bedroom with her. Now I ask you, what would you do if you were Sam? He looked at his three friends and none of them seemed quite the same as usual. They were watching the game alright, but they were just not involved as much as usual. So, what should he conclude? He said, "Sylvia, look at these guys. They have all had a trip to the bedroom and now they have no interest in the game and spend part of the time staring at the ceiling. Did you guys give them drugs, or what?" "No drugs," said Sylvia, but each one of them had a wonderful sex time, and they are still enjoying thinking about it." When all of them admitted that Sylvia was correct, Sam was convinced and said that he would just have to go with Sylvia and see what this was all about. Once the bedroom door was closed, Sylvia had Sam take a seat. "I know that you have been wondering what has been going on in here, so let me tell you. We women think that you guys are just too involved in football and to the point that you do not pay any attention to us when a game is on. We don't mind you enjoying a game, but you need to recognize that we are on the same planet while you are doing this. To show that we are more important than any football game, we have provided each of the guys an excellent sex time today, and we want to provide that for you as well." "How are you going to do that?" Sam asked, reservedly. "What would you like, Sam? I have something in mind, but I would like to know what you would enjoy." It was a bit risky to ask Sam what he might like, but Sylvia was betting that he would not come up with anything and that he would be willing to go along with whatever she wanted. Sam thought for a couple of minutes. "I guess I don't have anything that I have ever fantasized about with more women than just you, Sylvia. I really don't have anything in mind that I would like. So, I would say let's do whatever you have in mind." "Does that mean you will go along with whatever I want?" asked Sylvia. "Yes, honey. If you think it will be good for our relationship, let's do it." Sylvia said she was certain that it would be good for their relationship, and Sam said let's go ahead. "OK, great," said Sylvia. To make this happen, the first thing we need to do is to remove your clothes." She did not say, "strip you naked" as she thought this would scare him off. She proceeded to take off his shoes and socks, and she then pointed out that the other women would help her. Exactly as with the other three men, the women took turns removing his clothing down to his shorts. While each got a swipe or two in on his cock, all realized that he was a bit more sensitive and that they would have to go slower. This worked, and by the time he got down to his shorts, he was showing signs of a distinct erection. "Now I want to show these girls what you have really got in here because I am very proud of it" Sylvia said as she pointed to his shorts. Sam turned red from embarrassment as he suddenly realized that his very manhood was about to be revealed. Since he was red headed, it was somehow a match. Then Sylvia slowly pulled down his shorts. What the other three women saw surprised them. To be sure there was the usual cock which was not much different from the others they had seen that day. What was different was the amazing rug of red hair that Sam showed. It was thick and heavy, just like the hair on his head. It was an absolute blanket of hair and the cock peeking out through it. No wonder Sylvia wanted it removed. Oral sex would have been very difficult and certainly not very satisfying as one would have run into the thick blanket of hair with even a medium long stroke with the lips. All three women nodded to Sylvia that she was right and that the hair should be shaved off. Sylvia turned to Sam and said, "I'd really like to give you good head, but you have so much hair down there that I can't do it. Would you be willing for us to shave it off so that both of us could get some real satisfaction from this method of having sex? Thus far, it has never worked very well in our marriage." Sam thought a moment and then said, "OK, honey. If you think it will help, let's try it. If it doesn't work, I can grow it back." Sam's consent was all that was needed. He was directed to lay on his back on the bed and the three women gathered around with shaving cream and two safety razors. After lathering him up, Debbie and Jennifer went to work on his mound, each with a safety razor. Aileen lathered up his cock and began to stroke it slowly, keeping it and his balls out of the way of the razors. While they worked, Sylvia held Sam's head and whispered in his ear how much this was going to add to their sex life. For his part, Sam just held still and enjoyed the stroking his was getting. While Debbie and Jennifer were very good with the razors, it still took them nearly five minutes to shave Sam clean and also around his testicles. Once done, they washed him off with warm water and presented him to Sylvia. Sylvia was immensely pleased and complimented them on their work. Then she had Sam sit up and check it out himself. He, however, was shocked at how naked he looked. For years he had a blanket behind which he could "hide," but now he was totally exposed. "Gee, I'm really naked, he said. Everyone can see me and I have nothing to hide behind." Of course, everyone laughed just a bit, but in part because it was so, so true. Football, Four Men, & Four Quarters Sylvia came to the rescue. "Oh, honey, I think that you look wonderful! This is just how I have longed to see you for so long. I want to give you the kind of head that you have never had in your entire life, and I want to do it now!" Sam didn't say anything to this, but he did not have to as his cock, which had gotten a bit limp, sprung to attention and pointed to the ceiling, pulsing and with its veins standing out. Sylvia went to work in the most exquisite way possible, stimulating and teasing, licking and sucking. She even tried to deep throat Sam two or three times, but this was not very successful as she had no experience at doing that. Gradually, she got him closer and closer to the line, but with plenty of backoffs and pauses to prolong his pleasure and increase his tension. Finally, she figured it was time to go for it, and she began a series of strokes that she continued until he ejaculated. As he squirted in her mouth again and again, she swallowed again and again. At last, they both rested, truly satisfied. After a cleanup, Sam was brought to his feet and the four of them dressed him, but he was denied his shorts. Then, everyone went out to the game which was in the last minute of play. The postgame show With the game over, everyone relaxed for a minute and then Aileen turned the TV off. Standing in front of them all, she got their attention and said, "We hope that you have really enjoyed our time together today. The game is important, for sure, but we also hope that the activities in the bedroom this afternoon have drawn your attention to the fact that we women are just as important to you guys. Have we succeeded?" There were nods all the way around the room, and it was evident that the point had really gotten across. "Now I know that you guys have really been wondering what happened to the other guys back in the bedroom," said Aileen. "Right?" The men all nodded vigorously. "Well, you can ask your wives when you get home, but every one of them knows exactly what happened to every one of you." Aileen gave time for this to sink in because she wanted each man to know that it was his wife who had the information. Each man should, after all, be looking up to his wife. However, Aileen was also a tease, and she enjoyed being in a dominant position, especially regarding men. So, she added, "However, I am willing to give you men all a couple of hints." The men were obviously very interested. "The first hint is that all of you men are naked inside your pants right now. Your shorts were taken off and never returned to you. Your wives have them, and they will give them back at whatever time they decide." Aileen was having a great time tormenting the men. Only gradually did it become apparent to them that not only had every one of their buddies been stripped in the bedroom, but their own wives had seen it all and goodness knows, maybe had actually done it to the other men. After giving a minute for the first hint to sink in, Aileen continued. "The second hint of what happened back there is that we marked every one of your bodies. That's right, each one of you have one or more marks on you which you will have for some days as a result of what happened in the bedroom to you. Some of you have marks which are obvious even with all your clothes on, but ALL of you also have marks which at the moment are hidden under your clothes." Josh and Dave immediately became the focus of attention as one of Josh's ear lobes and both of Dave's were red. Somebody, but who had bit on them? You can be sure that Aileen did not provide any answer to their queries. "Would you like to know more about the marks under the clothes?" she asked. The men were interested because they wanted to know what had happened to the other men besides themselves, and the women were curious as to how it had turned out as well. "Perhaps we should have a postgame show, shall we say, in order to answer that question," Aileen went quipped. "Of course, only if you guys are willing—I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do. Anyone willing to show everyone the marks under your clothes?" There was a pause, just as would be expected. Finally, Dave stood up and said that he would be willing to share what had happened to him and to show his marks. He pointed out that he had always been interested in having someone observe him and Debbie having sex, and that Debbie had some interest in that as well. He was pleased to find that his clothes were removed by a fine bevy of women, but even more pleased when given the chance to have unbridled sex with Debbie in front of the other three women. The fact that the three women stood right by the side of the bed was even more exciting, and in the frolics that followed, Debbie had bit him on both cheeks and on both earlobes. Everyone could see his red earlobes, and when he turned around and dropped his pants, everyone could see his cheek bites as well. "Wow, you really got him," said Sylvia. "I didn't realize that you bit him that hard. It must have hurt." "It did hurt," said Dave, "but it added to the excitement of the situation, and we had one of the best sex sessions we have ever had today, and I absolutely loved it." Debbie nodded her agreement. Dave pulled up his pants and sat down, rather gingerly, to be sure. It was time for another man to share, but none of them stood up. Finally, Aileen asked if Alex would like to share. He replied, "Only if you really want me to, Mistress." She nodded that this was what she wanted, and Alex stood up just a little slowly and with a bit of a grimace on his face. "You may have noticed that Aileen and I have a bit different of a relationship than most couples," Alex began. "It is a femdom relationship where she wears the pants in the family, so to speak. She is a natural leader and I am a follower. It gives us both pleasure to fulfill those roles, and while she always considers my opinion, she has the final word in most decisions in our marriage." Alex continued. "If I do not have the right attitude or do not behave properly, I can expect to be disciplined, and sometimes I am disciplined even when I have been perfect. I am commonly spanked, and I love it. A few months ago I happened to mention to Aileen that I would enjoy being spanked by other beautiful women, and I think that this led to what happened today." "After being stripped, I was laid on a bed and tied to it." After a pause, Alex went on. "I'll admit I was excited as Aileen rarely does this to me, and it is quite special. Also, I knew exactly what about to happen to me. I started to quiver. I do not know which of you ladies administered the hand spanking, but you did a good job, and I am sure that I was quite pink when you got done. The administration of the wooden paddle was next, and again I do not know which of you did it, but it was masterful. Just right in intensity. Whoever did it should try it on her husband—he might like it. Finally, the several strokes with the belt did exactly what was intended which I will now show you." And with that, he turned around and dropped his pants. There was a universal "Oh, my!" from the audience as ever pair of eyes saw four or five distinct bruises across his butt. They weren't really welts, but they were distinct lines where the belt had encountered his flesh. After allowing everyone a good look, he pulled up his pants, secured them, and turned around. "Overall, I loved how I was treated, and I will be reminded of the great time I had for several days to come until the bruises go away." Then Alex sat down, ever so gingerly. After a pause, everyone turned towards Sam, and he was the only man who had not shown his marks. He had not planned to get up, but he felt compelled to do so and to say at least something. "I have no fantasies of being connected with a small group of beautiful women, and Sylvia is enough for me. However, she has made a request of me several times which I did not heed and which has now happened to me and which I can now see is of benefit to our relationship." Sam paused to formulate his thoughts. "As you can tell, I have a lot of hair, and that is true all over my body. In the pubic area the hair has been very thick and heavy, like a blanket really. Sylvia has wanted to perform oral sex on me, but the hair has made it difficult. Today, while Sylvia watched, the other three of you ladies shaved off every bit of it. Then, after I was cleaned up, for the first time Sylvia was able to perform oral sex on me. She loved it and I loved it, and we are very happy. Here is what I look like now." Then, he unbuckled his trousers and let them drop to the floor. He was shaved as bare and as smooth as a billard ball. The shaved area really stood out in comparison with his legs and elsewhere as there was plenty of hair there. "Looks like I can't hide any more, doesn't it?" he said. And indeed, his cock was truly obvious, and it began to respond to all the stares so that after a few seconds he pulled up his pants and ended the postgame show. "Thanks, guys," said Aileen as she stood up. "You put on a great postgame show. And all of us will look forward to next week when I am sure that we will all have a good balance between the importance of the game and our spouses. See you then!" On the way home Everyone got up and got their BBQ things and were ready to go. They said goodbye to one another and Aileen and Alex waved them out the door, ending a most stimulating and pleasant afternoon on this warm day. Aileen then said to Alex, "I know that you are uncomfortable in those jeans of yours as they are rough against your sore bottom. Why don't you take everything off, help me get the food put away and the dishes in the dishwasher, and I will then rub you and make you feel good?" Alex was happy to comply. Once everything was put away, Aileen got a bottle of soothing ointment and situated herself in the middle of their long couch. Completely naked, Alex draped himself over her with his wounded rump on her lap, and she began to rub him lovingly. He cooed contentedly. After a while, she realized that he was fast asleep. The next Sunday, the other three women compared notes with each other about what their husbands had said on the way home. They found that all three husbands had said the same two things on the way home. First, they expressed how wonderful they thought the afternoon had gone. Then each of them asked their wives if they could recall how the game had come out—they couldn't remember! Football Frolic: First Quarter - Little fun before the big game. Your feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. Jack sat staring at his computer monitor at work when from the corner of his eye a glimpse of movement caught his attention. He turned and saw Heather sashaying down the hall toward his desk. Heather was 5”4’ tall, and weighed about 110 pounds. Her sleek and slender form was rudely interrupted however when it came to her breasts which stood out at a wonderfully buxom 34 D. Her eyes were crystal blue and drew attention to her extraordinarily beautiful features, which had a habit of making all men turn as she entered a room. She had long straight auburn hair that shimmered in even the bland office lighting and fell well below her shoulders. When she walked, she didn’t just move she seemed to glide along the floor swaying her wonderfully round ass for all to see. She knew she was incredibly beautiful and had a playful, flirting personality that made most men melt in her presence. The way she dressed only added to her power. She would often wear short tight skirts that showed off her ass or business style blouses and flared open at the neckline allowing brief but satisfying views of her cleavage. Jack was no different from most men. He had longed for Heather since the day he had started this job a little over two years ago. He had casually asked her out several times, only to have the topic deflected or his request denied. She was so skilled at her elusiveness though that he never got tired of trying and never truly felt rejected. Also, promises of “another time” or “maybe later” sly winks and seductive looks kept him coming back for more. Since as an Administrative Assistant she had know business need to interact with him, he always had to try to find ways to bump into her or strike up a conversation at work. Now she came strolling towards his desk with a wry smile on her face and a spark in her eye. “Hi Jack” Heather breathed coolly. She stood in front of his desk in one of her trademark black business suits. The hemline about mid thigh and it clung to her body tightly. She also wore a sheer white blouse through which you could see her white lacy bra. The bulge in Jacks pants started to grow as he looked at Heather. Luckily his desk was hiding his growing erection. “I am doing pretty well, what is up?” was all he could muster. “Well, I am having a football party this weekend for the big game and I was hoping you could come. There will be food, beer and party games. I know you have offered to hang out a few times and I wanted to return the favor” she stated. “Sure, what time?” he quickly blurted. His mind was racing as he wondered if she considered hanging out similar to a date. “Here is the party invite; it has the directions and time listed. I also put my number down in case you get lost.” She explained as she handed him the invitation, which was photocopied on a piece of paper. “See you then, Oh and no need to bring anything but that cute little butt of yours.” She stated slyly. She smiled then gave him a little wink and swayed back down the hall. He watched her wonderful tight ass as she went and he grew even harder. ()() Jack was excited as he arrived at Heather’s house. He wasn’t much of a football fan, in fact he had no idea who was playing in the “Big Game” but, he was really looking forward to this party. The worse case scenario was he got to hang out with Heather and potentially some of her hot friends. She had made that comment about his “cute butt” so he was feeling pretty good about his chances with her. He stepped up and rang her doorbell. He was carrying some flowers and was dressed in his basic first date attire. Tan slacks, a bright blue shirt and some silk boxers just in case he got lucky. Heather answered the door wearing a green football jersey that was cut into a half shirt. Jack’s eyes quickly traced down her jersey and he noticed he could see her black bra through the perforations in the jersey. The half shirt cut off right above her belly button and he could see her tight belly, almost begging to be licked. She was also wearing a short jean skirt that highlighted her smooth legs and he perfect ass. Heather looked at Jack, the flowers in his hands and his attire and smiled. “Jack you are dressed like you are going to a musical, not a football party. You are so prim and proper, I am going to have to try and loosen you up today” she jested promisingly. “And I told you that you didn’t need to bring anything” she commented as she accepted the flowers he was holding forth. “Come on in and before you sit down you have to pick some numbers out of a hat.” Jack walked into her house, which in truth was a condo. As he walked in he was shocked by what he saw. There were about 20 guys and two girls. All of the guys had the same bored, disappointed look on their faces. The girls while both incredibly hot, had the same expressions on their faces. “Great a sausage fest” he thought, but at least he still had a shot with Heather. He turned around and saw Heather holding a hat in front of him with folded pieces of paper. “Pick 4” she instructed and motioned him towards the hat. “It is a football pool for the game. You will get two numbers, one for the Home Team and one the Away Team. At the end of each quarter if your numbers match the last number of the Home and Away Teams’ scores you win a very special prize.” Jack wasn’t totally sure he understood the rules but he grabbed 4 anyway. First piece Away 4 Home 4 Second piece Away 8 Home3 Third piece Away 5 Home 2 Fourth Piece Away 1 Home 7 He was pretty sure that these were not good numbers, but he thought it didn’t matter anyway. He ventured into the TV room and socialized, grabbed some beer, food and sat on the couch. Soon the game started and it seemed to be reflecting the tone of the party. Nothing was happening on the field or at the party. Heather was no where to be seen and there was a herd of guys surrounding her two friends who he had found out were named Rose and Sandra and were a couple. About 10 minutes into the first quarter a couple of guys had enough, and found Heather and told her they had promised to stop by a friend’s party. They apologized that they had to leave so early. “Oh, you are going to miss the big prizes” Heather explained to them. “That is okay, we will just leave our numbers here on the table for someone else to win with” said Bill from accounting. He thanked her and they were out the door. The first quarter soon ended with the score Home Team 0, Away Team 0. “Alright, who is our lucky winner?” Heather requested. With a quick glance at his numbers Jack realized it was not him. “Looks like I am” stated Steve from IT. “Oh, you are a very lucky guy” Heather proclaimed as she walked towards the stereo system and put some dance music on. She then walked over to Steve and whispered in his ear. Steve got up and grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and placed it in middle of the room and sat on it. All of the guests were looking at each other wondering what the heck was going on when Heather proclaimed “Okay everyone, you were all invited here today because at one point or another you all hit on me and I turned you down for many different reasons. Well, I wanted to thank you for your attention today with this little party. The only rules are that what happens in this condo is like Vegas, what happens here today stays here..agreed?” she asked seductively. “Yeah….Sure…Definitely…I Love Vegas…” different guys yelled out, suddenly coming to life from the coma of boredom which had overcome them. Everyone was now sitting up straight, paying very close attention to Heather. She was standing in the middle of the room smiling looking at each one of them. Her eyes momentarily lingered on Jack as he passed her view. He was melted by the devilish stare and grin she gave him. Heather then took Steve’s arms and placed them behind his back. Heather used a scarf she had grabbed to tie his wrists together. Steve was a typical looking IT guy Jack thought, short, round and wearing glasses. But the look that was on his face now was something that Jack had never seen. It was a strange mix between fear, excitement and confusion. Heather then moved to face Steve and slowly began to dance. Jaws dropped around the room as she began wiggling her hips and began gyrating in beat to the music. She ran her hand teasingly up Steve’s shirt and over his chest while dancing closely to Steve now. She started to move her head back and forth to the music, letting her hair brush Steve in the face. She parted his legs and slowly declined as she danced, both of her arms rubbing Steve’s chest and soon over his thighs. Her head now hovering tantalizingly over his crotch. She then stood up, turned around and was now facing Jack. She looked at Jack who was in awe of this show. While still dancing for Steve she kept her gaze fixated on Jack. She started to rub her hands over her own body, her hands rubbing and gliding over her tits and ass. She then used both hands to slowly pull her jersey up over her head. She took it off and held the jersey in her hand. They could all now see her lacy black bra and her wonderful breasts desperately trying to escape their captivity. Jack was amazed by how perfect her tits looked in that bra. He was beyond hard at the moment and he could not take his eyes off of the beauty in front of him. Heather turned around breaking her gaze with Jack. She took the jersey she had in her hand and stuffed it gently into Steve’s mouth. She then reached behind her and unzipped her jean skirt and shimmied it down her legs. Jack was now staring at the most mind blowing ass he had ever seen. Heather was wearing a black thong that was firmly entrenched between her ass cheeks. Her round supple bottom wiggled and shook to the music in front of Jack. Heather then ran her hands down Steve’s chest to his pants. She deftly unbuckled his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. She then grabbed his pants at his waist and yanked them down to his ankles. Steve’s white brief boxers were exposed. A rather large bulge protruded in the center and all could clearly make out the shape of his erect cock through his underwear. Jack was impressed with Steve’s apparent size. Heather seemed impressed too as she ran her hands over his manhood and smiled. She then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell gingerly to the floor exposing her luscious tits. They were perfectly round and firm. Her nipples stuck straight out as she was obviously enjoying this. She then slid her hands to her thong and pulled it down to her ankles. As she bent over to do this, Jack got a complete view of her pussy and asshole. It looked so tempting Jack wanted to leap from the couch and rub his tongue all over it. Now completely naked, Heather bent down and rubbed her tits across Steve’s face. Steve’s tongue was darting unsuccessfully trying to catch her nipples. Heather teased him with her tits before turning around and facing Jack again. Her hand raced down her body and she started to play with her pussy. Her pointer and ring finger separated her pussy lips, while her middle finger played with her clit. It was the sexiest thing Jack had ever seen. She was starting to moan now as she rubbed her pussy vigorously. Her eyes closed and she was lost in a world of pleasure. Jack wasn’t sure who was enjoying this more Heather, Steve or himself. After a few minutes of this Heather stopped fingering her pussy, brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her pussy juices off of her fingers. She then sat down on Steve’s underwear covered dick and wrapped her legs along the outside of Steve’s legs forcing them together. Her pussy lips were now draped across Steve’s cock. Jack could see it jump in response. She then started to rock her body furiously back and forth, up and down along Steve’s cock through his briefs. Back and forth, left and right she grinded his cock. Jack was sure Steve could feel Heather’s wet pussy through those briefs. She moved her hips in furious motion, grinding Steve harder and harder, faster and faster. She then started sliding her ass up and down his cock. As she did so she clenched his cock in her ass checks and moved in a circular motion. “Ohhhhhhhh…!!!” Exclaimed Steve as Heather grabbed his balls through his underwear and massaged them with her hand. She continued to grind his cock as she massaged his balls. Her free hand rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. She then grabbed Steve’s cock, leaned back into Steve and started to pump Steve’s dick through his underwear. She was jerking him off forcefully. She took the head of his cock and started to rub the hard lump on her pussy. “Ohhhh God ..!” Steve yelled. Heather started to grind Steve’s again with her pussy. Steve started to buck in the chair. She feverishly started to finger her pussy again rubbing her cunt at high speeds. She took turns rubbing and inserting her fingers in and out of her pussy. She was shaking as she continued to grind and play with herself. Jack quickly looked around the room and some guys were openly masturbating at the show. They had their pants around their ankles jerking on their dicks. Rose and Sandra were kissing and rubbing each other. Some guys were looking at them while jacking off also. “I am going to cum!!!” yelled Heather. This was all Steve could take, he jerked violently thrusting his crotch into the air as he exploded into his underwear. Waves of pleasure shutter through Steve as Jack watched him and he saw his body start to relax. Heather spurred on by Steve’s explosion was still shaking and moaning and then she clenched her pussy with her fingers and her body shuddered. Her orgasm rocked her body and she was helpless for a few moments unable to move. Around the room some of the guys started cum. “Ohh Man…Yes….Uhhhh” was all Jack heard and saw cum flying onto the carpet. Jack adjusted his own prick as his gaze went back to Heather. She was staring at him now with that same devilish grin on her face that he had seen earlier, but now he understood where it came from. She stood up from Steve and Jack could see the huge wet spot in Steve’s underwear. As Heather stood up she looked around the room she smiled at the guys who had been jacking off. She then looked at the game on the TV. “About 5 minutes left before halftime boys. Make sure you have your game pieces. The prizes only get better. Too bad those other two guys left, if anyone wants their game pieces they left them on the table by the door.” She mentioned subtly. A mad dash for the game pieces on the table ensued. Jack was too slow to grab any of them. Better lucky then good, he thought to himself and luck better be with him tonight. Coming soon…Halftime