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This story was not written by me, it's just a good story that I think
you guys sould publish. It was written by Louise G., Pueblo, CO in 1994,
but of course, that information is all in the story.

-R. Wooten
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Super Bowl BJ's

     My friend Susanne and I were so sure that Buffalo was going to
win the Super Bowl, we didn't take the points in a wager with our
husbands. Stan and Dave chuckled at the beginning of the game,
snickered at half-time and were laughing like crazy by the time the
game ended. That taught me one lesson: Never bet against the Cowboys.

     "Well, gals, it's time for you to pay up!" said my husband Dave.
He and Stan sat at the table with beer mugs. Susanne and I sighed and
slipped under the table.

     I unzipped Dave's fly as Susanne did the same to Stan. We tugged
out their cocks and jerked them off to get them hard. I couldn't
resist checking out Stan's equipment and noticed that my friend was
gazing at Dave's boner. That's what gave me the idea. I wagged Dave's
dick at Susanne and raised my eyebrows. She licked her lips and
nodded. We switched positions without the men catching on. The
tablecloth covered our heads, so we knew they wouldn't suspect.

     Stan's cock was shorter than Dave's, but since I was going to
blow him that was okay. My tongue darted out and slurped against the
purple tip of his cock. He groaned and shoved his hips forward. I
teased him at first, licking his entire cock and balls. Then I sucked
him into my mouth and glanced over at Susanne. She had a slightly
different cocksucking style. She took Dave entirely into her mouth and
wiggled her head back and forth. I could tell he loved it from the way
he rocked in his chair.

     My lips wriggled up and down Stan's cock. His breathing came
faster and his hips jerked as he fucked his cock into my mouth.

     "Dave, your wife sure gives good head," he said.

     "Ummm, and I just love the way Susanne's throat feels around my
cock."

     I poked my head up and glared at Stan. "How did you know?" I
asked.

     "After five years a guy knows how his wife gives head. You don't
suck anything like Susanne," he said. "Not that I'm complaining. Why
don't you finish?"

     So we did. Minutes later Susanne and I swallowed each other's
husband's cum. Stan shot a pint of jizz down my throat and from the
way Susanne swallowed, I'd say she got a jumbo-sized load from Dave.

     Then our men showed what good sports they were. They sat us on
the edge of the table and ate our pussies. Stan's tongue felt
different in my twat and I quickly saw that our earlier deception had
never had a chance of succeeding.

     Susanne and I didn't know what we'd started that Super Bowl
Sunday. Now, when we're together, the men urge us to swap. Most of
the time we agree!
                                         -Louise G., Pueblo, CO 1994