5 comments/ 19032 views/ 6 favorites Half Time! By: Haunting "Come on in, Michael, but only if you are wearing your Green Bay Packers colors!" Judy said in a playful voice but I knew that she was really quite serious. Stepping into her charming foyer I could smell Chanel No. 5, her favorite perfume, mingling with the wonderful smell of freshly baked bread. As I kissed Judy on her proffered cheek I tasted just a hint of foundation and rouge. I noticed a large green and gold barrette in her hair and a little Packers football helmet on each earlobe. To the right of the door stood a flag stand that held two large flags...our nations red white and blue stars and stripes and a green and gold Green Bay Packers flag. "I like the jacket but I love your shirt, Michael." "Oh...thanks, Judy. Hahaha! Nice barrette." "Tee hee. I'll give you the guided tour of my place later. Follow me, please. Time's a wasting. The pregame show is coming up next." I laughed at her remark about my shirt because my tattered stained sweatshirt was older than many of the younger people who worked in our office. Today was a special day for us in our blossoming relationship because it marked the first time Judy felt comfortable enough to invite me into her home. Up until this afternoon our dates had been the usual dinner and movie dates with us going parking afterwards or going to my place to make out in private. The first evening at my place, after we had gotten hot and bothered, Judy told me that she wanted to wait awhile before we had sex which was fine with me. She was recently (a year ago) widowed and just wanted to be sure of the stability of our relationship first. As things progressed she became more enthusiastic in our make out sessions up to the point of undressing. The last time we were together two weeks ago I managed to get her sexy little panties pulled to the side and my cock out. She and I had enjoyed a wonderful 69, clothed, but hot. She gave me a creative blow job until I came in her mouth and I brought her to an intense orgasm with my tongue and fingers. However, when I flipped her over and tried to mount her Judy politely but firmly declined shifting herself out from under me and quickly pulled her clothing back into place. "Soon, Michael. Soon. Please try to understand. I want sex as badly as you, if not more. It has been a long time for me and I miss that level of sexual intimacy. I just have to be sure I'm ready." Judy beckoned me inside her home and swept away toward the kitchen. She was wearing her lucky green and gold Packers sweatshirt from their last Super Bowl win, a garment that did nothing to hide her large swaying knockers. She rattled a pot or two on the stove then quickly returned for another kiss and deep warm embrace. I simply love the sensations of her lips on mine, her heavy tits flattening slowly against my chest, her belly rubbing against my groin (Judy stands all of four foot seven). Breaking away Judy removed my Packer jacket and turned to hang it in the nearby closet. In doing so she wonderfully stretched her designer jeans even tighter across her big heart-shaped ass revealing the "v" of panty lines curving invitingly across each lovely cheek. I sprung a woody just watching her casually strut back across her cozy living room. "I see that you brought me an appetizer." Judy teased over her shoulder disappearing again into her kitchen then poking her head out to wink and smile. She giggled while watching me trying to hide my hard on from view with the small plastic grocery bag I held in my hand. "Awww...don't hide it, Michael. I love the fact that your cock gets all worked up over little ole me!" I grinned ruefully then held out my bag of hot wings and bourbon BBQ sauce clearly revealing my aroused condition to Judy's twinkling eyes. "Much better!" she said while approaching. Looking me carefully in the eyes sexy Judy took the bag with one hand and then ran the fingers of her other over my now aching bulge. "Hmmmm...I can't quite decide which I want to dip first...these chicken wings or your yummy cock. I have a special hot sauce that I can whip up for that horny beast!" she teased with a nasty lecherous sneer deliberately ogling my tented slacks then actually bent over and kissed the tip of my cock through pants. "Damn, Judy...let's fuck right now, right here!" I groaned grabbing one of her heavy boobs and her big ass, pulling her close. "Easy, Big Boy...easy! Tee hee hee! Soon...very soon...maybe even today...maybe! However, as nice as your naughty offer sounds to my ears, I have one ironclad game time rule. No sex at all during the game. Come and sit over here please while I get things ready." she said bussing me on the lips while squeezing my eager cock. "Fuck your rule! Damn! You are so fucking sexy, Judy!" "Well...you can try fucking my game-time rule if you want. Good luck with that, Cowboy! Tee hee!" I sat down awkwardly in the high wooden bar-side chair and watched Judy moving sensuously around her kitchen, beautiful breasts hypnotically jiggling and swaying to the rhythm of her wide sexy hips stretching the hell out of her jeans. When she moved just right I could even see the pouty outline of her plump pussy lips. At just the right moment, backlit by golden sunlight gleaming on her slate floor, her lovely lips were profiled in the small open triangle at the top of her inner thighs. "Damn!" "Oh? See something you like, Michael? Tee hee!" Judy teased. "Would you like to mix the martinis?" she asked pointing with her chin to a tray near my elbow, setting her tits jiggling again. "We still have time before the game starts to enjoy at least one drink. You know I won't want to miss a single second of watching the "ViQueens" getting their asses handed to them by the Packers...again." "Yeah...and I see a beautiful ass that I want to, personally, handle!" "Later, Michael, later. Get started on the drinks." "Yes, Ma'am!" I teased. I carefully measured and poured just the right proportions of extra-dry vermouth and gin into the frosted steel martini shaker then added just a touch of olive juice to make it dirty. A scoop of crushed ice finished it off. I put the lid on and stood to shake the mixture watching Judy moving quickly back and forth between the kitchen and living room taking care of the final game-time food prep. Judy is a wonder and I was a lucky man to have her in my life. We had started officially dating just a couple of months ago, a casual office flirtation turned romance, after knowing each other for almost a year. We did many things together and I never tired of being around her. She is an outdoorsy type of woman who not only hunts and fishes, including baiting her own hooks and cleaning the catch, she also bicycles and runs for exercise. Her biggest passion in life is football, especially Green Bay Packers football. When they are on a winning streak she glows around the office but if they are losing she can be a bit pissy. Judy is such a fan that even her house is painted in Packers colors...dark green and gold...and her mailbox is a metal replica of a Packers helmet. On game days she proudly displays her large Packers flag outside near the street for all to see. I continued shaking the martini blend and caught a wonderful view of Judy bent over arranging the veggie tray. She turned her head to the side and caught me staring then shook her big ass around some for my benefit. "Damn...you're such a tease, Judy!" "Why, thank you, stare all you want but don't you dare spill that shaker, Mister! Tee hee!" and she wiggled her ass some more. My cock swelled and lengthened but I still kept a tight grip on the sweaty cold shaker. Judy truly is a natural beauty. She stood just barely five feet tall but had huge knockers, a trim waist, wide hips, and a big sexy butt. 35, 24, 37...her petite frame magnifies her awesome assets. Yummy! Judy had tiny size 5 feet with high natural arches, bare today with green and gold painted nails, and small hands with long nails painted to match her toes. Judy wore her glistening black hair, with bold streaks of gray, just past shoulder length and long enough to tickle the sides of her breasts. Judy takes care of her personal appearance but, as I recently discovered, deliberately allows her thick black pubic patch to grow wild on her belly shaving only her pussy lips and the area toward her asshole. When we were 69ing she told me it makes her feel mature and sexy and I agreed. Of course, when a man has his mouth full of a tasty and juicy hairy pussy and his hands full of fine ass he will agree to just about anything! "Dammit, Michael, pay attention! You're dribbling." she pointed out as some of the cold martini mixture ran down my hand. "Sorry, Judy. You know your big ass is irresistible." I said honestly, raising my hand to my mouth. "STOP!" Judy commanded loudly and I froze. "Allow me. Tee hee." she giggled and ran to my side. Judy kissed my fingers then moved to my wrist and slowly licked her way up over my hand and back to the top of the container. "Yum! Needs just a touch more olive juice though, Michael. Tee hee!" and spun away before I could grope her. I obediently poured in the extra juice and shook the mix some more. Over a year ago Judy had stood by the coffee machine at the office introducing herself to me, the new guy, and we immediately hit it off. Soon we were having daily conversations that became flirty and sparked some company gossip about an older woman/younger man thing possibly starting up...Judy is 62 and I am 50. If you didn't know her age you would swear that she was about 40...tops. Regardless of her age Judy at the office is a stunner in her tailored business attire of starched white blouses that show plenty of cleavage and just a hint of ultra-feminine lingerie along the edges. She always wears skin tight miniskirts and high heels that show off her big ass and sexy legs. Her short tailored business jackets finished her professional uniform. When driving in to work each morning the thought of Judy dressed for the office always made me smile and my cock thicken. Today, as I've already told you, marked the first time that Judy felt sure enough about our relationship to invite me into her home. She had deliberately chosen a Sunday afternoon when the Green Bay Packers were playing. At the office it was our mutual interest in Packers football that had changed the tone and intensity of our surface flirtations and led to my asking her out on our first date, at a sports bar, when the Packers were playing the ViQueens. Today my being a Packers fan had, literally, led to Judy opening the door to her home to me. We both knew that Packers fans in North Iowa, traditionally Minnesota Vikings turf, are few and far between and our mutual sports interest just added some extra spark to our relationship. "Allow me to finish, Michael?" Judy asked reaching for the shaker from behind me, suggestively pressing her massive fleshy jugs into my back. "I really enjoy shaking this shiny thing and it will be part of my pregame show...just for you. Tee hee!" Judy took the sweating martini shaker then stepped around me and, using both hands at first, started vigorously shaking the mixture. Her big tits immediately launched into spin cycle under her loose Packers sweatshirt. They collided and quivered and wobbled about when she shook the shaker even harder while laughing and winking at me. "Daaayuuum!" was all I could manage slack-jawed and hypnotized. "A little help here?" she asked pointing her chin downwards toward her galloping breasts. "Huh? What do you mean, Judy?" I replied still staring, licking my suddenly dry lips. "Do I really have to spell it out, you silly man?! Hahaha!" she laughed carefully moving the martini shaker to one hand but still shaking it. She pulled my hand to her wildly gyrating breasts. "Sometimes these things can be such a nuisance...boop boop de boop!" Judy squeaked in her best Betty Boop imitation and gave me a bold wink. "Damn, Judy...Hahaha! You're a wild one!" "Oh? You ain't seen nothing yet! Michael, you friggin amateur! Hahaha! Where's your manners? Use both hands if you want a great martini...and...be bold, dammit! Hahaha!" Judy demanded while still shaking that damn container. Now it was my turn to laugh out loud while I enthusiastically groped her big breasts into a semblance of calm. "Well..." she said, a little breathless..."that's helpful, Michael, but isn't there another grip that might work even better." she teased and winked while still shaking the mixture. Finally catching on I needed no further prompting and slid both hands under her loose cotton sweatshirt and delightedly hung on to those lace-encased(no doubt a green and gold Packers bra) orbs while she quickly finished. "Nicely done. Now let's mix another, Michael. You pour and I'll shake! Tee hee hee." She said pouring the martini mixture into a tall pitcher. The second shaker full proved to be even more fun when I moved in closely behind the luscious Judy and grabbed her swinging tits, pressing my stiff horny cock firmly against her swaying bottom until I could feel her ass cheeks actually separate and squeeze my cock. Her creative martini-mixing sex game was making me randy and my balls were swollen and beginning to ache. I was ready for some serious fucking. Judy stopped and poured the chromed shaker's contents into the beveled crystal pitcher on an engraved silver tray while I kept squeezing her soft mounds and thumbing her long rubbery nipples through her skimpy lacy bra. The occasional contact of her bare flesh on mine made my cock jump. When I lightly pinched both nipples Judy slowly turned her face backwards toward mine. Our lips met in a hot kiss that quickly turned molten as her hands, cold from the frosted martini shaker, wormed their way between us and into my pants. Judy started squeezing my aching dick through my boxers. I released my hold on her right nipple and slowly traced the outline of her puffy pussy lips parted by the seam of her tight jeans. These soft deliberate caresses sent feminine moans around the tip of her moist tongue probing deeply into my mouth. "I stumbled onto this little ritual with the martini mixing long ago and it never fails to make me so fucking horny. It's been a long time since I've done this with anyone, Michael. Thank you." Judy stated breathlessly as she slid her fingers from my cock then moved away from me breaking our kiss and my grip on her left tit. "I couldn't help but notice that your lovely tool seems to like my ritual too! Tee hee!" she teased while emphatically wiggling her sexy round ass into the living room while carrying another heaped food platter. "By the way, Michael, FYI. The Packers rarely lose when I shake the martinis this way. Rarely. Hahaha!" I followed sexy Judy toward the large green and gold sectional. When she bent over the low coffee table I goosed her. She kept her composer though and set the platter down. Judy sighed while looking back at me over her shoulder and rubbed herself against my caressing probing fingers but when I made a move for her hanging tits again she quickly stood up and moved away from me. "Tee hee...too close to game time, Michael." She giggled and strutted over to get the remote. "I never miss a second of Packers game play, Michael. Never." she smiled while settling onto her sectional. Judy crossed her legs and patted the cushion beside her. It took all of my will power to not tear her clothes away from her lovely body and drive my thick hard cock inside her dewy cunt but, somehow, I managed. As we settled into the game my cock eventually calmed down and I enjoyed just being in Judy's home with her watching the Packers play. There was a surprisingly quiet first quarter of no penalties followed by a gladiatorial start to the second, normal for the longstanding Packers/ViQueens rivalry. As we watched the game's progression we talked some Packer trivia, munched on some of Judy's delicious appetizers, and drank glass after glass of potent ice-cold dirty martinis. After awhile I felt a bit woozy from the drinks, Judy's Chanel No.5, and being so near such a sparkling beauty. Every now and then I tried to cop a feel by caressing her breasts or delving into the warm denim valley at the top of her thighs. Each time she slapped my hands away with a laugh telling me to focus on the game but I noticed, toward half time, that her refusals were losing their enthusiasm and had turned into caresses of her own as she gently moved my hands away. This teasing erotic byplay plus the sight of her jeans straining against her luscious ass, her big tits swaying whenever she reached for something, breathed some life back into my cock. Of course Judy noticed and, coyly smiling, snuck furtive glances at my crotch. With the score tied at fourteen we watched the final seconds tick down toward zero on the game clock. "HALF TIME!" Judy yelled and muted the sound with her remote. She flung it aside and tore open my pants. My erect cock surged free and waved about. Judy peered at it closely then swallowed my pole with one swift plunge. I gasped and moaned my eyes crossing as her red painted lips rose quickly up then slowly spiraled downward until her nose burrowed nastily into my pubic hair and she locked her lusty eyes onto mine. Judy kept her beautiful hazel eyes focused on mine while she vacuumed my dick with wonderful enthusiasm making loud obscene sucking sounds. As she sucked, licked, and jacked on my dick with her tiny hands, Judy began wriggling out of her painted-on denims. I threw off my own clothes in record time even with her lovely mouth firmly attached to my cock. Judy was having trouble with her tight jeans now stuck about hallway down over her big sexy butt. "Damn ass is always getting in the way." Judy mumbled around my cock, winking. Thinking with my gonads now, I grabbed her long hair, skewing her Packers barrette, and yanked her wet sucking mouth free with a loud "POP!" "Damn!" we both gasped. Judy continued jacking me off, her tiny hand with whipping up and down my cock in a frenzied blur of Packers colored nails. I grabbed the open waist band of her jeans and tore them off almost throwing Judy to the floor in the process so that, now, she lay half on and half off the Italian leathered sectional. The delicious smell of her aroused cunt through her soaked panties flared my nostrils and made me want to fuck! "God, Michael...quick! I'm so fucking ready! Shove your big cock into my hot wet cunt and force it out of my mouth!" she panted while twisting around in abject horniness pulling her satiny, pussy-juice stained, green and gold Packers panties off and tossing them aside then opened her shapely legs...wide. Judy buried her fingers in her oozing pussy while reaching out and cupping my swaying balls drawing my swaying tool toward her hot juicy cunt. Damn, Judy! Look at that!" I gasped as my thick engorged cockhead slid through her guiding fingers and split her pouty nether lips wide open...slowly disappearing into her hot welcoming swamp. Forehead to forehead and nose to nose, we both watched intently as my swollen shaft slid deeper and deeper inside her...then completely home, our pubic hair tangling at our tightly mated centers. I pulled almost free then jolted her hard making Judy cry out hoarsely and rise in a sensual graceful arch. I grabbed her big bare ass with one hand and one of her fat tits in the other and then started pounding the shit out of her wild little cunt. I felt the alcohol from the martinis rising in my brain giving vent to my uninhibited driving fucking of the now very willing Judy. "Oh...fuck...YES! Harder! My pussy...your big cock...oh, shit!...harder! OH, MICHAEL!...fuck me...yes...yes...YES!...don't stop...don't stop...DON"T EVER STOP!...I'm going to...going to...going to...CUUUM!...AAAAAARRRRRGSSSSSHHHH...OOOOooooooOOOOOoooo..." Judy blathered and wailed in long delayed pleasure her delighted pussy spasming on my still pistoning cock! Half Time! I could see Judy's Packers painted toes curling while she soared in awesome orgasm, her cunt gripping me tightly, flowing its hot thick oils over my embedded love muscle...Judy's copious musky pussy juices really spurring me on. Dripping sweat onto her forehead I released one big tit and then grabbed the other circling wildly under her Packers sweatshirt. Regripping her luscious sweaty ass I began rutting against her like a horned-up bull. "Judy...you...HOT...BITCH...take my cock...take it...I'm going to...fuck...you...SILLY!" Grunting and panting in her wild fucking, loving the cock that was mercilessly invading her core, Judy gasped for air, struggling to wrap her legs around my plunging middle. "Oh...MICHAEL...you...terrific stud...fuck my cunt...fuck my cunt...fuck my cunt...fuck my cunt..." Judy chanted then stiffened exploding into another towering orgasm. When she finally drifted back into focus Judy panted and moaned whispered hot obscenities into my ear while probing with her pointed wet tongue. I bit into her sexy sweaty shoulder and felt my balls starting to tingle and tighten. "Oh YES, Michael!" she gasped beneath me. "I can feel...your big...swinging BALLS...slapping my ass...your wonderful...cock...getting...harder...longer...in my...sloppy pussy...come on!...shoot it!...shoot it! Shoot all your hot cum...INSIDE...MY...HORNY...CUNT!!" Judy panted and yelled chewing desperately on my ear and neck. "Fuck! Oh...FUCK!...Judy!...you SEXY bitch...take it...take..." I bellowed as I felt my sensitive cockhead plow into the tip of her yielding womb. My first jet of hot semen shot half in and half out of her gripping cunt when I came. I lurched free of her slippery clinging pussy, laying a thick white trail of hot cum across her curly black muff and soft sweating underbelly. Another translucent stream of cum arced over her magnificent heaving chest, literally underlining the word "Packers" on her green and gold sweatshirt. A curving glob of thick gooey semen splashed up her neck and onto her cheek as I moved quickly toward her face. I shoved my still spurting purple cockhead past Judy's red glossy lips and into her mouth, coating her tongue and tonsils with one last long spurt of hot wet man cream. Grateful Judy sucked and nursed on my happy quivering cock determined to get every last drop of cum mingling with her pussy juice. Eventually I pulled free of her reluctant lips. Lying on top of her we snuggled and kissed and caressed, billing and cooing in the bliss of sexual afterglow. When I roused some I wanted a more intimate encounter with Judy's amazing mounds and started pulling up the bottom of her sweatshirt. However, at that precise second, I heard a plastic click and the TV suddenly poured its sound out into the sexually-charged air signally the start of the second half and an abrupt end to our intimate encounter. "What the...?" "Sorry, Lover. I NEVER take this sweatshirt off during a Packers game. Good luck for the Packers but bad luck for you, you horny goat! Hahaha!" "How about you just lift it up and flash me...just a little?" I teased as Judy wriggled out from underneath me and sat up. "Not a chance, Michael, but...here...keep your hands busy with this until the end of the game! Tee hee hee!" she giggled handing me my half-filled martini glass. We laughed and laughed then managed to quickly dress, at least we put on our underwear anyway, while keeping an eye on the game. During a commercial early in the fourth quarter we enjoyed a very fast quickie that had started when I suddenly gripped Judy's feet, opening her legs wide. I slid my tongue under the edge of her panties and burrowed deep into her very nasty-scented hairy pussy...yummy! This made Judy hotter than hell and she yanked her panties to the side in blatant invitation. I fucked her to a quick orgasm, blowing my hot load deep inside her. When the game came on we watched but this time we left our undies off and did some occasional mutual masturbation. "Jacking each other isn't like actually having sex, is it? Tee hee hee!" Judy teased with her martini in one hand and my grateful cock in the other. With a nasty smirk, still giggling and jacking, she leaned in for a kiss. By the end of the game, which the Packers won...of course...we were both quite shit faced and back on the ragged sexual edge. Since I was, clearly, too buzzed to drive home Judy insisted that I stay the night. I finally managed to see her big tits in all their naked glory doing their dance of love while we fucked into the night. Judy's sexual drought was officially over and she was determined to make up for lost time. At 62 her physical stamina was amazing and I was, finally, the one to call, "Uncle!" Before we went to sleep we decided to shower now instead of in the early morning. Judy bent over, masterfully playing "drop the soap". I then played "hide the sausage" mating blissfully with this magnificent woman, my stiff glistening cock gliding slowly in and out of her steamy cunt. Judy's tongue hung out while we fucked and her glistening heavy tits circled continuously underneath her until the shower's hot steamy spray ran out. What a great night! We woke in the early morning and made love again in her bed, gingerly at first because we were both a little sore (even our lips were tender and a little swollen from yesterday's passionate kissing). Even so, we finished strong with a writhing, pounding, clawing, screaming mutual climax. Pathetically lost in our newly expressed love, even at our age, we giggled some while applying minor first aid to our "battle" wounds then quickly dressed for the office. I always kept a clean shirt in my cubicle so was covered. We breakfasted in silence, Judy seated on my lap feeding me and I her. She let my free hand roam where it wanted over her voluptuous petite body even when I slid it far up under her tight business skirt, softly caressing her sated womanhood under her black thong. Deciding to keep our love life under the office radar for awhile longer we drove to work separately with me following at a discrete distance and arriving a little later than Judy. To this day, Judy remains a vision in her sexy dark business suits but whenever her appearance seems just a bit too staid or her office mannerisms get a little stilted I just think back to my first day at her house when she yelled, "HALF TIME!" ...and smile and smile and smile. END Half Time "Huns, would you get me a beer?" The game is on. It is half-time and your friends are here; cigar smoke eddies in the air mingled with the smell of beer farts, boisterous men, high-fives, chest pumps, all interspersed with the noise of the fans on TV. Game day. I bend slightly and hand the beer to you. His hand moves under the hem of my skirt to touch the inner flesh above my knee while the eyes of the Other watch to see if the gap created by the tank tops fabric and my skin is hopefully large enough to allow a glimpse. I swat my hand at, 'traveling fingers,' after handing you your beer. You pull me onto your lap, "Here. Watch." Is that directed to me or them? "Yeah," He says, "watch the half-time show for us." "I need a beer." the Other says. I started to stand. "No, he can get his own." your arm slides around my waist clinching me to you as I hear him walk to the kitchen then open the refrigerator door, "Yup, every man for himself." He agrees and nods. After hearing the Other return I feel his hand come around to my breast, caressing, definitely not massaging, and turn to protest. "It's ok hun," your voice huskily murmurs in my ear as your hand turns my face back to the TV, "just watch." Your husky sweet voice is whispering and seducing me. Your fingertips gliding down my arm settle me, help, 'heat me up,' like it always does. Your fingertips are at an indentation on my skirt. You press gently. You trace between my legs moving them down to my skirts' hem. Your other arm assists me to recline against you. You inch my skirt up to my waist then place your fingertips on my lacy panties. "I'm sure she'll do a good job." He says. "Mmmm, me too." the Other says as his fingers move along the top of my tank top then under its fabric teasing across the hardened nipple. "Nice breasts." Your wrist pushes gently to the side on my thigh as you move your fingers then press on my pantied mound. He coaxes the other leg open. The Other's hand presumptively, wantonly, shamelessly palms my breast and caresses me. You lift my leg and drape it over yours. He gently lifts my other leg and does the same. My body is reclined against you, my legs wide open. I am exposed. The Other removes my tank top. "I've always wanted to play with your wife's tits man." You stroke your fingers side to side then press on my labia, indenting the fabric into me. "Man! Look at that," He says to the Other, " ... her panties are soaking," "Mmmm I like these titties." The other bends to me licking my nipple while his fingertips pinch the other, "Look at that nipple." " ... damn! She's wet." He says awed, "It's seeping through, God she's soaking them." He moves his hand toward me there. "Nope..." you say, "the pussy is mine." You move your fingertip up and down my slit, "I get that." He reaches to my breast caressing it while he unsnaps his pants. You turn my face back to the TV, "Watch." "Yeah," He chimes in then places my hand on his cock covered by his boxers. "Hun," you say, "it's uncut you always wanted to play with one like that." "Jeez..." He groans, his cock throbbing in my hand, "damn! I'm gonna cum." He moans and takes my hand away. I hear rustling noises, I feel the Other's cock laying against the flesh of my breast, jerking back and forth from nipple to nipple, then across the skin between my breasts. 'Uncut,' grunts. His cock is at my slightly opened lips. He takes my hand and moves it so I am stroking the base of his cock. Your palm curls down on my soaking wet pussy pushing rhythmically as my hips move and move, eyes closed, feeling the sensations given by you and knowing that men want me so badly they are stroking their cocks right beside me. A cock at my lips. A cock on my breasts. Your hand. I cum, and cum, my body stretched taut then releasing letting all of me feel. It is my body, my smell, in the room, the sound of me, the groans, cum, cum, cum.... "Man, I want to cum in her mouth." He says. "I'd give anything to fuck those titties." The Other chimed in. Your fingertip moves in again teasingly fucking me, "How bout it hun is half time over?" "No." I turn my body so I'm facing you. I reach to your pants, unsnap and unzip them. I then stand. I reach and pull your pants to above your ankles in one motion and then move forward pushing on the back of your chair so you recline, "Fuck me hard!" He pulls my panties down to my ankles and removes them. He helps me sit on you. I groan as your cock goes into me. He walks around to my side and offers his cock to my lips. The Other's cock is on my breast above the nipple as he milks it slowly working it so he can cum there. I am just there. I am being fucked by my Husband as two other men are waiting in line to have me. I moan on the cock in my mouth, feel the head of the Other's cock moving in it's own ejaculate on my breast. I am feeling the wonderful pulses of another orgasm. I groan aloud awakening from my nap, my fingers pressed firmly on my temporarily satisfied pussy under the covers, "Why can't he get his own beer?" I shook off the dream as I walked down the steps, "Yes Dear." If I only liked Football.