Game Day – Playoffs

Literotic asexstories – Game Day – Playoffs by Publius68,Publius68
Oops! I guess Game Day was not a one-off after all! Publius gotta write sequels, I guess.

I think with this one, it is especially important to warn the reader that I am always uninterested in gritty reality, hurt feelings, or likely consequences. My work is designed to be ridiculously plausible. I think I pushed the ridiculous button a little extra hard here, to be fair.

It’s just a romp, boys and girls. Enjoy.

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Game Day – Playoffs

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I woke up Monday morning early, before the alarm. I snuggled into the covers and slowly dealt with life, listening to Jess’s soft breathing next to me. It occurred to me that I did not have my usual morning wood, but I supposed it was only natural. Jess and I had fucked before getting out of bed on Sunday. Then she awarded me a truly unique blowjob. Then I’d fucked her again. And then yet again at bed time, a bed time we had made happen early. I was marginally fucked out.

Oh yeah, and the unique blowjob had been in front of our whole football watch party, while two of my buddy’s wives were similarly taking care of their husbands. Then the middle fuck of the day was in front of everybody as well… while Jess had been blowing my good buddy James.

There was a moderate amount to unpack about the day before…

Jess and I, mid-final fuck last night had agreed that we had in fact hosted an orgy. We didn’t know what else to call it. And we had finished that orgy with plans to host another next Sunday during the Falcon’s second-round playoff game. That part was settled enough that we never even brought up the question of what was specifically going to actually happen. We did comment that this next one was going to be anticipated rather than a surprise to us all, and that would bring up a whole host of new issues.

Then we went back to sex and never really addressed those issues. We would. Probably. Eventually. Possibly even before the second orgy.

But I was ready for a conversation with myself.

Jess and I had been married only ten and a half months now. We had been engaged for six months before that. This sixteen and a half months were the longest stretch of monogamy in either of our lives, by about sixteen months. Cumulatively. Between us.

But in that sixteen months, I had never touched another woman, or actively considering touching another woman. And I was certain that Jess had similarly not touched another guy. So while we were noobs about monogamy, we both had seemed pretty good at it. We both were quite open with each other about appreciating the attractiveness of others. But we never even teased each other about so much as touching others. Internal fantasies were another matter. Jess knew damned well that Lisa’s ass and Gail’s tits (and let’s be honest, Lisa’s tits and Gail’s ass) spent a healthy amount of time in my mental space, just like I knew several of my friends, part of and not part of the Falcons Watch group, made good mental entertainment for her. And I suspected that after Sunday, Tom’s egregiously large cock was going to have its own express lane in her mind.

Jess was mine, in a way I’d never really conceived of before she became a part of my life. She was not every aspect of my life, but somehow the whole of it. And I found that nothing that had just happened on Sunday changed that all-consuming fact. I had not shared my wife. I had let her enjoy herself. ‘Let’, for certain meanings of that word. She had done her thing with James, but he’d never been hers, and she’d never been his for a moment. I could live with that.

I also idly mused that if the opportunity arose, I might do my thing with Lisa or Gail… without Jess necessarily actually sharing me. I was hers too, after all.

Jess had been wild in college. So had I. I had suspected, and now I knew, that her friends had sported wild streaks as well. I strongly suspected their husbands had a history as well.

James and Tom could catch up, or die trying.

The alarm went off. Enough time for introspection that didn’t change anything. I got out of bed and hit the shower. There was a whole work week between me and any crazy orgies. I was finished and came out of the bathroom, drying my hair, and Jess was still in bed, sitting up and reading emails.

“Having a lie in?” I asked her, since she usually was on my heels to the bathroom.

“If I’d gone in there with you naked in the shower this of all mornings, we’d have both been late for work,” she smirked, uncoiling her naked body from the bed.

I seriously considered making us both late anyway…

*

I got home from work early Wednesday, about six. I had spent the day out of the office, meeting with vendors, and had just headed for the house when I was done instead of returning to my desk. Jess had worked from home that day, as she still does sometimes, and I found her on the couch, typing on her phone.

I managed to distract her for a few minutes from her conversation, but eventually she went back to her phone, and the several accumulated texts that had blinged in the background while I had given her a good mussing.

We chatted about our days, with the local TV news in the background. Jess kept getting texts now and then, reading then answering them. Whomever she was texting with was probably work, to hold her attention like that. Honestly, I had kind of been hoping for a little Welcome Home blowjob before we made dinner, but I gave her her space, and read up a bit on my tablet about the story that had just been on the local news. Our mayor, whom we both hated, was going to jail apparently.

I still held out hope for that blowjob…

But the texts were getting more and more frequent, and I realized she was grinning or even laughing a whole lot than I would expect for it being work stuff. Then she paused and stared at her phone. “That’s fucking brilliant,” she said softly to herself, and mashed some buttons.

It clicked. She was texting friends. I had a very good idea which two friends.

“You are going to be texting all night long, aren’t you?” I asked good-naturedly.

Jess held her phone against her chest, as if I was about to try to peek, and nodded sheepishly.

“Party planning?” I guessed with a leer.

She nodded again, still clutching the phone out of my sight.

Well… I certainly wanted this party to go well.

“Why don’t you three just get out of the house and meet on the roof at Wendy’s Wine Loft or someplace like that?” I asked with a smile. “It’s so warm out today, they probably have it open.”

“Would you mind?” she asked, jumping at the idea. “I haven’t done a thing about dinner yet,” she added, looking at me with concern.

“I have been capable of feeding myself for a while now,” I snorted. “I might possibly be able to manage some gruel…”

Jess texted quickly, then jumped up, grabbing her purse. “Enjoy your gruel. Make sure it is whole grain,” she chirped, and headed for the door.

I had seven things in the house I could eat for dinner without doing any work, and more than that with a little effort. I don’t mind effort. But I wasn’t going to cook. I took out my phone as I heard the garage door closing.

ME: Guys, looks like our wives are going to get together for doubtless nefarious purposes, leaving us to forage on our own for dinner. Wings at BW3?

It was mere moments before I received my replies.

HARRY: Not BW! I prefer Ajax, but I am in for that!

MIKE: Me 2. And def to Ajax, not BW3.

ME: Okay, big spenders. I’m heading for the door and I’m closest. I’ll order you what? Lites?

MIKE: Kona Big Wave, please

HARRY: What he said

Their wives must have cleared out as fast as Jess had, I had ordered but hadn’t received our Konas when my wife’s friends’ husbands entered from different entrances almost simultaneously.

“Lisa was in some kind of hurry to get out of the house when the suggestion arose,” Harry said, sliding into a stool next to me.

“It’s like they are enthusiastic about something they planning…” I mused.

“As long as they aren’t trying to figure out a way to back out,” Mike worried.

I was interested to see that both of them found that concept as awful as I did.

“Nah,” said Harry confidently. “One, I suspect that they are more committed to this than we are, and two, Lisa was not showing any signs of evasion.”

Mike and I checked our internal evaluations, and we clinked our beers together. The weekend was a go, we were confident.

“So we can just enjoy our beer and some chicken, talk about the Falcons, and all we have to worry about is that they secretly aren’t going to Wendy’s, but are instead out shopping at Adam and Eve or some place like that for gimp suits for us and paddles for them,” I laughed.

We all laughed, if a trifle nervously. We had, after all, learned a lot new about our wives, and about each other’s wives the last weekend, but were sure there were things yet to learn…

“Look,” Harry said, leaning forward, suddenly serious. “Before we get into figuring out what the fuck happened with the defense last week, I do have one, um, party-planning thing I want to address.”

Mike and I shut up and listened. I had an item too, but Harry had spoken first.

“I don’t think you or anyone else noticed, but Mike and I had a moment of… um… choice on Sunday. Right, dude?” Harry said very seriously. Mike nodded quietly.

“But we both thought better of it. And we…”

“I saw it,” I interrupted flatly. “I would have hated to stop everything if you had chosen differently.”

“Exactly,” Harry said, glad to hear my words. “The girls can control everything else, I’m not just content, but ecstatic with that. But we need one iron law: No cock in any of our wives’ pussy except her husband’s. No exceptions. No getting close. No ‘just the tip’.” His tone was not proposing a subject for debate. He was laying down the law.

“Thank you. Both of you,” I said. “That’s damn near point for point what I wanted us to talk about when I suggested beers. And thank you both for standing down last week. I want this law set in stone,” I went on honestly, “because had I been in either of your positions, I’m not sure I could have backed off. I’ve tossed and turned about it for two nights.”

“Damned if I know how we did back down,” Mike muttered. “We each have special kind of hot women. The temptation was murder, and I’ve been trying not to second-guess myself since.”

Harry just nodded. He slapped his hand down on the table, where our wings should have already arrived a while ago. “Law?”

Mike and I unhesitatingly put our hands on his.

“Law,” we all said as one.

The wings did eventually show up, piping hot at least.

*

I was back home before Jess. When I heard her, it was the front door, not the garage.

She had Ubered home.

“Still alive, or did you starve?” I heard as she entered the room. She was not weaving in the slightest. My wild child is pretty damned responsible when it comes to drinking and driving. But she had clearly had a few, and was in an elevated mood.

“Solve the world’s problems?” I asked, from my seat in front of the TV, re-watching some Ted Lasso.

“We solved our world’s problems,” Jess said with a reserved smile, snuggling right in against me on the couch.

“Since I think Mike, Harry, and I are your world’s problems, I’ve been solved?”

“The rest of the world is also loaning us the problems of James… and Tom’s cock for the tie being,” Jess said. “So they were also on the plan,” she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. “That still okay?”

I’d made my peace with that. I had while things were going on the first time. “I did not eat at home,” I answered indirectly. “Mike, Harry, and I went and had wings.”

“Oh, did you now?” Jess laughed, sounding like she wished she had thought of that. “Did you talk football?”

“We talked about almost nothing else,” I laughed. “Duh! But we did take a few minutes to agree that you girls decide our fates, not us.”

“Duh,” Jess agreed. “Um, we had a lot of fun brainstorming and scandalizing the fuck out of the waitress at Wendy’s…”

“Not going to be allowed back there?” I asked.

“Not any time soon,” Jess said absently. “But, um, among all the fun, we collectively decided something very important. A Prime Directive, if you will, in all this…”

“Please tell me that it is, “No dicks in your pussies except your specific husband’s?” I asked hopefully.

“So you discussed the matter too”? Jess asked, giving me a hug.

“Before one word about the atrocious defense.”

“Good, but you got it wrong,” Jess said.

“Wait, it is the Law…”

“The wording is, Your cocks can’t enter any pussy except your wife’s,” Jess said.

“A distinction without a difference,” I snorted, just glad we were all six on the same page.

Jess just snuggled against me. “Which episode is this?” she asked, looking at the screen.

“Not sure,” I said, Turing the volume back up a little. “We are just about at the point of Peak Nate the Traitor.”

“Fun,” Jess said, “but I was thinking that you and I should go upstairs and demonstrate to each other a comprehensive knowledge of what exactly we aren’t going to do with anyone else…”

*

Jess and I went to three grocery stores on Saturday. I had no idea that catering an orgy would be such a production.

“Umm, babe,” I said, as I drove us to the second Whole Foods of the day. “If you are organizing the food this much, are you at least going to let things flow naturally… otherwise?”

“Yes, and no,” she said, perking up from her irritation about the tenderloin selection at our regular Whole Foods. “We did need to lay some groundwork among us to ensure everybody has fun.”

“You choreographed an orgy?”

“No!” she laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She waved off my suggestion. “We just have a checklist.”

I drove another half mile before I asked, “Just how wild were you three back at Purdue?”

“Not quite this wild,” she said. “Close, but not quite. I think we are making up for lost time.” I rolled my eyes. “Plus, we didn’t have anchors like you guys. With you, I’m safe.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said.

“Don’t do your best,” Jess said. “Just enjoy yourself. Just you being there will be what I need. Either of us needs a reset, we just go to our spouse and cuddle.”

“This is insane, right?”

“Duh. Ain’t it great?”

“I think so…”

*

“So, how is this going to begin today?” I asked Jess nervously. “How do we, so to speak, kick things off?” I was out of the shower, naked but for my towel, and trying to figure out what I should wear, and not wear. “And how the fuck do I dress today?” I almost whined.

Jess just laughed as she walked toward the bathroom, gracing me with the sight of her naked breasts as she tugged her nightgown off over her head while passing me. “Honestly? I don’t know how things will start. Would you believe we didn’t specifically discuss that, of all things?”

“This is going to be so awkward,” I groused in confusion. What good is it to leave all the planning for something to the women, when they don’t plan the start?

“I know, isn’t it awesome?” she laughed again, then closed the door to the bathroom.

“And what do I wear?” I again called out after her. But the water was already running in the shower and she didn’t hear me.

Screw it. I dressed pretty much as usual for a game, just selecting my loosest jeans, but neglecting underwear… My Bartkowski jersey was a must. They had won with me wearing it last week.

Jess and I had not woken up with a round of sex for the first Sunday morning since July, when we had had an early flight to catch. I would probably have been nervous about that under other circumstances, paranoid that I had done something to piss her off, but we each had apparently independently come to the conclusion that our fill would be had later on.

The prep for FalconsWatch was pretty much as usual. Jess made up everything, and I did as I was told to help. The fare was pretty standard-Jess’s standard, but I was delightedly suspicious about the fact that there was a dessert this week, and it involved a lot of whipped cream.

Things were all finished earlier than usual, and Jess retreated to our bedroom to get dressed while I laid everything out as she had directed.

I realized that 12:30 had come and gone, and James had not arrived. I was just getting worried when I heard the knock, and went to open the door.

I slid the door open as usual, but he did not immediately step inside. My hand had already started to lift for the high-five, but my gesture almost died. Tom was with him, and neither was making any move to enter.

“‘Sup guys?” I asked, confused but not really. “You’re early, Tom. Come on in.”

“That’s just it,” Tom said, uncharacteristically reticent. Reticent and Tom were not words often appearing in the same sentence. “I came early with James because we wanted to make absolutely sure it was okay for us to come at all.”

“Yeah,” James added. “We didn’t hear from you or anybody this week, and the way things went…” He heaved a breath, then went on rapidly. “I mean, wow. Sorry, dude. That was… And if you guys all want to… again this week, Tom and I aren’t sure that we should…”

“Shut up, both of you, and come in,” I said, gesturing firmly. They stepped forward. “I should apologize to you guys,” I went on as I closed the door. “I really should have called. It was me who left you hanging.” I led them to the cooler and I handed them each a beer, taking one for my own.

“We are still on for today, obviously,” I said, indicating Jess’s usual incredible spread that I had been laying out before the TV. I paused. “Everything is still on for today. For everybody.” I looked at them with a small grin.

Tom grinned. James started to, but hesitated again. “Okay, but… Listen, I can see why you’d want to keep up all that awesomeness. But why are Tom and I still a part of it?”

Tom sobered and looked on with renewed apprehension.

I shrugged. “The question of you guys still being a part of things or not never really much came up,” I said, “with us guys or the girls. I guess you were here at the start. Hell, you were pretty much the instigation… or the object of it,” I found myself laughing a little. “Wouldn’t be right to leave you out, and the girls probably wouldn’t have let us anyway.” I took another pull of beer, and Tom and James did likewise, almost reflexively.

Just then, Jess popped down the stairs. All three of us looked at her, dumbfounded.

I was dumbfounded because she was ready a full twenty minutes early, an event previously unrecorded in the annals of history.

James and Tom were dumbfounded because of how she was dressed. I wasn’t dumbfounded by that, since I’ve seen her in way hotter outfits, but I was admiring nonetheless. There was no logo confusion today. She wore short, black, nylon workout shorts, with red trim and a Falcons logo on what there was of the left leg. Up top she sported a white tee with a huge Falcons logo across the front. It would have had a very loose fit, except she had gathered the bottom up and tied it tightly on one side, simultaneously stretching the fabric tight across her delicious tits and leaving much of her smooth stomach exposed to view.

“Wow, Tom! You are here early,” Jess said perfectly casually as she bounced down the stairs into the room. And I do mean bounced. There was definitely no bra under that teeshirt. “Hey James. Dale? Did you put out the cucumbers yet?” I allowed as how I had not. “Good, I want to add some dill,” she said and headed for the kitchen.

“Half an hour early,” she said almost to herself as she went. “It’s almost like you guys are eager for the game,” she shot slyly back over her shoulder as she vanished into the kitchen.

Dumbfoundedness continued on James and Tom’s part.

“I do want to say,” I said, a cautionary note in my voice. “We guys came up with one rule. The girls came up with one rule too, but they are the same rule, so that’s nice and easy. None of our wives gets actually fucked by anyone except her own husband… and nothing close to that, either.” I raised my eyebrows as I took another pull on my beer. I realized I was as nervous as my friends still looked. “Other than that, I think everything else is pretty much on the table.”

“You’re a fucking saint, Dale,” Tom murmured absently.

I still didn’t know why I was being such a saint, but the image in my mind of naked Lisa and Gail certainly had something to do with it…

I took a deep breath, and brought up the real elephant in the room: Whether the Falcons’ suddenly vulnerable defense was going to get its shit together today and sufficiently shut down the Niners.

Five minutes of that ultimately unreassuring discussion later, Jess popped back in, glass of wine in one hand and the tray of stuffed cucumber rounds, now with dill artistically sprinkled on and around them, in the other. Just as she set them down, the bell rang, and Jess bounced (again) to the door.

Lisa and Harry came inside. Lisa was wearing an excruciatingly short, black denim skirt that looked like it had once been longer but had been raggedly cut off to barely couch-covering length. It was possibly the ideal garment for showcasing her hips and ass. Her shirt was an exact match to Jess’s, down to how it was tied up above the waist, exposing yet another flat abdomen.

As greetings were made, despite the two gorgeous women in the room with me, my mind leapt to the conclusion that Gail would be wearing the same teeshirt getup, and that was a sight I really wanted to see.

Moments later, the bell rang again.

“Gail and Mike here already?” I asked the group. “Lots of weird shit going on, but this is next level crazy,” I went on as I went to the door.

“Oh fuck!” Jess exclaimed suddenly, dashing ahead of me to the door. “The electrician! I thought he wasn’t coming after all!”

I grabbed her arm. “Wait. What? An electrician? Today?”

“Talk about delay of game,” Mike observed drily, earning him a half-hearted elbow from his wife.

“It’s a Sunday! That’s like triple time for an electrician,” I complained, suddenly going all suburban husband.

“Honey, come on!” Jess wheedled. “It’s for that plug that sucks so much. I finally gave up and called, and they could either do today or more than two weeks from now.” She looked apologetically at all of us. “He was supposed to be here hours ago. I thought they’d blown us off.”

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t take long,” Lisa said, displaying an impatience that I am sure warmed all the male hearts. It warmed mine.

I slumped and turned to flick on the TV. Jess went to the door, opening it.

“Huh,” I heard James say.

“Ms. Wilkes? I’m Denise Ralston, with Circuit Man,” I heard a female voice say. I turned around to see a tall, baggy jumpsuit-clad woman at the door, with a heavy tool bag in her hand. She was showing an ID badge to my wife. “I’m sorry I’m late, ma’am. My first call this morning went very long, and there was no one back in the office to give me your phone number to call.” The electrician paused as she entered, seeing everybody.

“Let me guess,” she said with a fairly pretty half smile. “Football watch party? Falcons-Niners?” Jess nodded, no happier than anyone else at the speed bump. She still moved swiftly to the outlet across the room from the TV. I knew it had been wonky, but I had no idea she was that bothered by it. “Please turn up the volume, so I can hear too,” the electrician asked the room as she followed Jess. “I doubt this will take long, then you can all relax, and I can get home to my own TV.”

I exchanged glances with the guys. Good. Our intruder was motivated to get the work done quick and get the fuck out. Then this Denise person brought up something more horrifying than a delay in the festivities, whatever and however they would begin. “Hopefully, the outlet and your TV aren’t on the same circuit.”

“Fuck!” Harry exclaimed, voicing the worry for all of us. If she had to cut the power to the TV, that would be a serious disaster.

“I doubt it, given where they are located, but I’ll just check,” the worker said, and she grabbed a small box about the size of an iPhone charger cube and plugged it into the same power strip as the TV. She walked across to the problem outlet and waved a little plastic stick at it. Nothing happened. “You are good to go for the game,” she said, sounding happy herself to have the game on in the background. The congregations rejoiced.

We all settled down to watch as the pre-game wrapped up. Denise got down on her hands and knees and began to remove the cover plate. I saw that Tom was eyeing her carefully, and looked back again myself. With her jumpsuit stretched across her ass, it was clearly a pretty decent backside, at least.

Lisa caught Tom staring and threw a kernel of Jess’s caramel popcorn at him.

The Falcons won the toss, and all five of us guys yelled in dismay when they elected to kick.

“Whoa. Shit,” the electrician said unprofessionally. Straightening up, she turned and said, “Hey, uh, Je… Ms. Wilkes? There is a real problem here.”

“What?” Jess asked in surprise. “Really?”

Don’t act so surprised woman, you called a fucking electrician to come in on a Sunday.

“Yeah,” Denise said, sounding quite surprised herself, but also a little concerned. “Whoever put in this extra outlet, they weren’t a licensed electrician. The wire they used to extend the circuit is 16 gauge, and this is a 20-amp circuit.” She traded a look with Jess. “I really need to fix this now. I’m surprised you house hasn’t burnt down whenever you plugged anything into this plug.”

“Really? I only use it for the iron, and it kept tripping the circuit.”

“An iron? Jesus,” our workperson breathed in genuine concern. “I’m going to re-wire this right now.”

“Re-wire?” I yelped. I had visions of a thousand dollar bill being presented. “You’re going to tear open our wall? Today? Now?”

“Easy… Mr. Wilkes?” she said placatingly. I nodded that it was in fact I who was married to the profligate wife who called workmen on Sundays… workpeople. Whatever. “The wire is loose,” the woman went on placatingly. “I can just use it to pull the new, safe line through the wall and still be done way before the first quarter is over.”

“That fast?” Lisa asked in bemusement.

“I’m motivated,” our intruder smiled, then almost dashed out to her vehicle.

Tom was clearly watching her leave, and Lisa threw another popcorn piece at him.

“What?” he demanded with a smile.

“Not enough women on the day’s agenda already?” she asked archly.

“It’s possible,” Tom retorted archly, “that I have sex on the mind.”

“Good,” said Jess.

I saw James out of the corner of my eye adjusting himself. I almost missed it, because I was adjusting myself.

Our intruder was back in a flash, with a coil of yellow wire over her shoulder. “Game started yet?” she asked, heading directly to the outlet.

“Birds just kicked off,” I said, eyes on the screen. “Hey, where the hell are Gail and Mike? They are later than usual,” I asked Jess.

Jess was sitting beside me on the couch. “I don’t know. Too bad they are missing the kickoff,” she added slyly. Then she grabbed her teeshirt, undid the little knot in a heartbeat and flashed us all her breasts. It was just a second or two, and she pulled it back down, taking a quick glance over her shoulder at the electrician behind her as she tied up the bottom of her shirt once more.

James, Tom, and Harry were all grinning at her. I was grinning at her too. Hell, Lisa was grinning. Tom, predictably, turned to Lisa. “Do you know why they are missing the kickoff, Lisa?” he asked with an expectant grin.

“I have no idea,” Harry’s wife said. Keeping her eyes on Tom, her hands went in turn to her shirt. But she was not sitting with her back to the worker and didn’t have the back of the couch covering for her, and she looked over toward the oblivious electrician. Even though the woman was still on her hands and knees, doing something with the wires, Lisa shook her head at Tom.

He pouted.

But Lisa had a plan. I love a woman with a plan.

She slouched back in the chair where she sat beside Harry, reached under her skirt and incredibly swiftly yanked the almost pointlessly small panties she had been wearing down her legs. With a smile at all of us, she tucked them away out of sight from any electricians. Then she slowly, excruciatingly slowly, lifted her leg and draped it to the side over Harry’s lap. After a brief, glorious pause sitting there completely spread-legged, she languorously lifted the other and laid it over Harry’s legs as well. Suddenly once more demure-looking, she snuggled against him.

“Gotta love that Spread Offense,” Tom observed to no one in particular. Lisa flipped him off.

“Niners are running more of a classic West Coast Offense this year,” the electrician suddenly piped up, not looking back at us as she started tugging out the old wire from one outlet hole in the wall, pulling the new, larger wire in from the other.

“Well, at least she knows football,” Harry laughed, looking archly at Jess then Lisa. His wife bristled, and started to take her legs off of his lap. Harry quickly grabbed her thighs and pulled them back down onto his legs. She silently slapped his chest, but snuggled back in.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Jess bounced up to answer it before I could move. “I wonder which one is going to blame the other for how late they are?” she asked as she went to the door.

As Jess ushered our tardy couple inside, Gail loudly announced to the room that Mike had taken too long at Home Depot that morning.

“You kept texting me with more jobs for later. I had to go back after checking out twice!” Mike scoffed in return. “And why is there a work truck in y’all’s driveway?”

“Mine,” Denise volunteered, not looking up from where she now sat on the floor, legs crossed, stripping insulation and twisting wire nuts with swift, sure, very expert fingers.

“You have a worker here? Today? During… the game?” Mike asked me incredulously.

I wanted to throw Jess under the bus, but since I always hate it when Gail and Mike do it, I refrained.

“Sucks, I know,” Denise said, crawling over to the other outlet as she spoke. “I’d rather be doing the game myself, but I’ll be finished quick and out of your hair.”

Watching her crawl across my floor in my current, impatiently horny state, I thought even she looked marginally good in that baggy work jumpsuit. At least she had taken off the heavy work boots and not clomped all over my floor in them. But her ass still looked quite decent when she bent and pulled the khaki fabric tight.

We had all risen to greet our late-comers. Mike walked over to shake my and Harry’s hands. Gail went first to James and Tom, giving them each a hug. The old Gail, the one that didn’t suck cock in public, was not a hugger at all–much less the kind of hugger who pressed her spectacular chest against the guy she is hugging.

She was, in fact, wearing the same white Falcons teeshirt, in the same way as the other wives.

Hugs delivered, she spun but didn’t move. Keeping her eyes on the electrician, who had no idea what she was missing, Gail reached behind her and slowly, firmly groped both James and Harry’s packages, stroking up and down happily.

Then she moved away from them, not looking back. She crossed the room to Harry. She stuck out her hand as if to shake, but when he bemusedly reached out, she lifted it firmly and hugged him, trapping his hand and hers between her tits. Harry shot a glance at the woman obliviously rewiring my house and copped a quick feel of Gail’s nicely generous ass.

Then Gail turned to approach me, and I had but a moment to speculate on how I would be greeted. I liked new Gail.

She reached out to give me a brief, almost perfunctory hug, one without even much boob pressage. But as she started to release me, she shot yet another glance over at the work going on, and pulled my head down to press it against her chest. She wiggled her firm flesh back and forth across my face about three times, then laughed and went to sit with Mike, who was grinning at everybody.

“God, I love game day!” Surprisingly, it was James, not Tom, who made the quip.

On the television, the Falcons’ defense managed to keep San Francisco from scoring, but they left the offense in shitty field position–shitty field position that they proceeded to make worse, almost giving up a safety on third down.

“All done!” announced the electrician, getting to her feet. She really was tall, but was graceful in unfolding herself from the floor. “The office will send you an invoice, Ms. Wilkes.”

“Thank you, Denise,” Jess said formally. Then she went on in a more friendly, but wondering tone. “That really was dangerous?”

“Yeah,” snorted Denise. “Can you believe it? I really could not leave that situation be. I really am surprised this house didn’t burn down before you even bought it.”

“Um… thanks again, then,” I said, glad for my apparent salvation, and feeling I would be all the more churlish should I tell her to beat it ten minutes ago so I could get my dick wet one way or another with one woman or another…

As if evilly reading my mind, Denise asked Jess, “Say, do you mind if I stick around until the end of the quarter?”

“Sure,” Jess said instantly, her horribly sweet and generous nature betraying herself and the rest of us.

Harry and Mike both looked like they wanted to object vociferously, but caught themselves, in no small part due to feminine but stiff spousal fingers gouging manners into their thighs.

Tom, who had probably spent more time looking at Denise than anybody else, and who could not resist the lure of a new female to flirt with, even with what she was delaying, added. “By all means, have a seat!”

“Thanks everybody,” Denise said, walking slowly over toward the extra chair near Tom on the side. “I might leave earlier than the quarter, but I want to at least watch the Niners punch this in,” she added sweetly.

We all gasped in shock. Not doubt about her prediction, because the bad guys were starting with the ball on our own 45 after our shitty punt, but shock.

“Wait just damned minute,” Tom said, flirtatious overtones absent from his voice suddenly. “You are a Niners fan?”

Denise took a swift but deliberate look around the room at all of us in our Falcons gear, then smiled back at Tom.

Then she unzipped her work jumpsuit and let it slip off her shoulders, hanging by her belt at her waist. Under it, she wore a regulation 49ers jersey. It wasn’t regulation sized, though. It fit her torso quite nicely, thank you. And her torso seemed to be damned well formed, also thank you.

Oh, if only…

“Ugh!” snorted James, making a fake cross with his fingers, as if she were a vampire.

“Oh, hell no,” declared Tom. Then he grinned. Fuck it, the sonofabitch could not turn it off, could he? “We can’t have enemy colors here on game day. It’s a rule!”

“So you want me to pull back on this heavy jumpsuit?” Denise scoffed.

“No,” Tom drawled, leaning back in his chair and grinning like the asshole he is. “We’d all know that jersey was still on you. You need to take it off.”

I wondered if I had a bucket large enough to put all the pieces of Tom in after I picked them up.

Denise just rolled her eyes and looked at the wives. “He like this with every single girl he meets?” she asked, jerking a thumb at Tom.

I relaxed microscopically, until Lisa replied. “Not just single girls. He made me take my shirt off last week just because it was blue, just like the Rams.”

“Ha! Wait. What?”

“He got me to take my dress off,” added Gail seriously. “It was blue too.”

“And it had all those little yellow ram’s horns,” piled on Mike, unbelievably.

“They were flowers,” snapped Gail.

“And he got me to strip naked,” added Jess. “Just because I wore Georgia Bulldogs clothes.”

“Bulldogs? They aren’t rivals. Though the Bulldogs are a better professional team…” Denise said, appearing confused.

“None of us girls are into football,” Jess said archly.

“Sorry about that,” Denise said sympathetically. Then she turned back to Tom with a lopsided grin. She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, “These maniacs telling the truth?” she asked skeptically.

“More or less,” shrugged Tom. “But that’s not the point. You want to stay, that jersey has to go.” He grinned at her, and I wondered if I could be arrested because my houseguest sexually harassed an electrician.

“Only one problem, buster,” Denise said firmly. Then she leaned forward and grinned. “I don’t have a bra on underneath.”

“I utterly fail to see how that is in any way a problem,” Tom said in a voice like butter would not melt in his mouth.

“Will this suffice instead?” Denise negotiated mockingly. She unhooked her belt, letting it and the rest of her jumpsuit drop loosely to the floor. Below her jersey, she wore brilliantly golden bike shorts. Across the ass, which Tom could not see, they had ’49’ in crimson letters on one ass cheek, and ‘ers’ on the other.

My disbelief-o-meter had pegged long ago, and I was beginning to ride with this insanity. That allowed my brain to register that there was no way there was any underwear beneath that gold, skin-tight lycra.

And the babes were not bristling about Tom’s act. As long as they didn’t object, I decided to let him roll.

Who knew what might happen?

“Much worse,” declared Tom. “You have to ditch it all now.” His voice was firm, but Tom really isn’t a pig, and his eyes told her clearly that he was only teasing her.

Denise stared at him for far too long, until even he got a little restless.

“I am not getting naked all by myself,” she said firmly.

“Well…” Gail began to offer. Gail! Of all people!

Denise just shot up a hand, stopping her. “If I’m getting naked, Tom… it is Tom, right? If I’m getting naked, you are too.”

“Me? Why?” Tom asked, taken aback a little. But he quickly indicated his full, NFL-licensed Falcons get up was obviously in compliance.

“Because you are the one saying I have to get naked. With Rules Comes Responsibilities,” Denise said, folding her arms under those nice tits.

I had never heard that saying before. I wasn’t sure it really was one. But by this point, I was becoming somewhat invested in seeing this electrician naked in my living room. No, make that fully invested. That ass rivaled (but did not beat) Lisa’s backside, and with the low waist on her shorts, and how the jersey had been trimmed up high, I could see this woman had a literal six-pack on her flat belly.

“Come on, Tom,” I taunted. “Like the woman says, ‘With Rules Comes Responsibilities.’ You’ve been waiting for kick-off. Kick off.”

He glared at me.

“I may have to flag you for delay of game,” Mike added, receiving a grin instead of a poke in the ribs from Gail.

Tom’s mouth worked wordlessly, but he stood up. He took deep breath, then whipped off his Falcons jersey. I hadn’t thought he had it in him. “There,” he said, trying to sound triumphant.

“Oh, please,” snorted Denise.

“You owe us at least the jersey now,” Tom leered.

“Again, please,” Denise said. “Societal norms say that your,” she grumbled some words under her breath, “bare chest is not much in the way of a modesty issue. I need to see more if you want me to give these up,” she said, plucking at the jersey with one hand and stroking the gold lycra with the other.”

Tom gawped at her. Then he reached for his waistband with a grin of his own, calling her bluff.

I almost stopped him when I instantly realized that he was quite obviously hard as a rock, and remembered just how fucking big he was. I didn’t want to scare the poor girl.

But I rolled with it.

Tom grinned a little more, then swiftly yanked the waistband out and down, dropping the shorts to his ankles and stepping out of them. His column waved slowly at Denise. After a beat, he said, “There, that’s the Responsibilities, now I need you to follow the Rules.”

Denise stared for a second, then snorted with incredulous laughter. “Fucking damn, Gail! You were not lying!”

“Told you,” snorted Lisa.

“‘Told you’?” asked Harry slowly.

Both Gail’s and Lisa’s eyes grew wide, and Lisa actually grabbed her mouth. Then they and my wife started giggling. We guys all stared at each other in confusion.

“Busted, Gail,” Denise said. “You always had trouble keeping your mouth shut back at school.”

“In oh so many ways,” Jess agreed. “Well, it couldn’t go on much longer anyway. Guys, meet Denise, our sorority sister and frequent co-conspirator from back at Purdue.”

“Purdue?” I asked, still not tracking with reality. I asked the only question that made sense about not making sense. “You went to Perdue… to become an electrician?”

She laughed back at me. “I’m not an electrician. My dad is. That’s one of his trucks. I am an electrical engineer. I design routers up in Durham. I just came down here today to, um, watch the game with you guys.”

“So you crawled around on my floor for half an hour, yanking out my wiring just for show?”

I’m a new, first-time homeowner. Sue me if I get a little sidetracked on things like that.

“Oh no! Your house was definitely going to burn down eventually,” Denise said quite seriously. “But I’ve known how to make a simple fix like that since I was fifteen.”

“Um… Rules?” Tom said quietly.

Denise just looked at him tauntingly. Then she slowly peeled her jersey upward and off over her head, positioning herself so we all got a good look.

Yep. Very nice tits. Not so large, but extremely nicely shaped and jiggly.

“I suppose these have to go, too?” she asked, turning her ass toward Tom and slapping it loudly.

He saw the 49 and ers for the first time and laughed. “That’s hilarious. I almost want to say no, but I am definitely going to say yes… please?”

The gold shorts were indeed a production to remove, they were so tight. I thought the production was a bravura performance. No underwear, as I already knew, and her long legs came together at a neatly trimmed mound of hair of a similar dirty blonde to what she had still tucked up under her dad’s company hat.

“You have the most awesome friends, honey,” Harry breathed softly.

Lisa laughed, and so did Denise. “Come here, awesome friends,” she said to our wives. All three smiling, they rose and stood with Denise, arms around each other.

“Showtime,” Mike said to us, and we looked at the women hungrily in anticipation.

“Yes, showtime,” replied Jess. “Time for you guys to all make like Tom.”

“Us?” I asked.

“Yes, you,” she retorted.

“Why do we have to go first?” James asked, forgetting his usual reticence in his current, entitled surprise.

“Because we are asking, James,” Jess said sweetly. Then her voice hardened. “And you want us to all have various kinds of sex with you, You. Will. Do. As. We. Ask.”

I shot to my feet. It was not like I objected to getting naked with these women. I had been planning to get naked with these women. I tugged my Bartkowski jersey off over my head, and tossed it to the side. I reached for my pants, but then smiled and approached my wife. “Help me with these, Honey?”

“I’ll do it,” Lisa volunteered, as if grumpily. She tugged me a step toward her and undid my fly. “I told you that you didn’t need underwear, Harry,” she said as she slowly pushed my pants down to my ankles.

My cock waved in front of her face, and she stroked it gently. “Yeah… Jess, I hope you don’t mind I put sucking on this first on my to-do list once we get them all naked?”

“Your to-do list?” James asked.

“They wouldn’t tell us what they had planned,” I said as Lisa took a moment to give me a preview. My voice wavered. “Obviously because they had secrets,” I added, looking up and down at Denise. My preview from Lisa was not ending. “But they did at least tell us they had an Orgy Checklist.”

“Unless you want us all to just watch you right now, you can get back to sucking Dale’s cock later,” Gail said sweetly to Lisa.

I could see the game from where I was standing, so I was good with that idea.

But Lisa cruelly let my dick slide from between her lips, and stood up. “And miss the rest of our show? You next, James!”

“Me?” he meeped.

“None of them can suck your cock if it is still in your pants,” Tom pointed out.

James looked at him, then dropped his pants first. His erection tented the bottom of his jersey for the few moments before James yanked the shirt off over his head. He realized he was standing right next to naked Tom, and reflexively took a step or two away–both to reduce comparisons and just because that thing was outright intimidating.

“You girls did not lie,” Denise said, a pleased look on her face.

Harry went next, and did a bit of a Chippendale’s routine as he did so. To me, it looked more ridiculous than sexy. From the look of the women, including my wife, they did not agree. Harry, admittedly, does have an unfair share of the muscles.

“Wait!” called Gail as Mike went to grab his shirt. “Let Denise do it. You always liked taking a dude’s clothes off, didn’t you, girlfriend?”

Mike’s eyebrows shot up happily as Denise took a last look for reassurance at Gail, then stepped up to him. She sank to her ankles and nuzzled the hard, distended front of his shorts, caressing his ass with her hands. But rather than pulling Mike’s shorts off, she slid slightly upward, grabbing his shirt instead. I could see her perky tits brushing up along his bare legs, then the front of his shorts as she rose. She began kissing his chest as it came into view, then his mouth once she had the jersey tugged off over his head. She pressed her breasts against his, her height letting her rub her nipples directly against his when she stood on tip toe. She stayed like that as she worked his shorts off, his dick swiftly rubbing against her lower abdomen.

“That is always fun,” she said, stepping back and letting her hand trail over his cock as she retreated.

Now we were all naked, and only Denise was among the girls.

“Showtime at last,” Harry said eagerly, and we all swiftly sat down, not caring in the least that the girls were blocking the game.

They looked at us and giggled… then proceeded to get naked in as brisk, orderly, and efficient a manner possible. There was no show.

I mean… there was now four hot naked women in front of us, so that was a show, but… no production after all that happened before.

“That was underwhelming,” Tom spoke for us all.

“You want to watch us strip, or do you want to get to what’s next?” Jess asked. “I’m giving you guys a heads up, there is a whole lot of cunnilingus on everybody’s checklist!”

What appeared to be first on my wife’s checklist, however, was seeing how well she could handle Tom’s prodigious package. I wanted to watch, to see how she managed as well, but I was comprehensively distracted as Denise stepped forward to resume Lisa’s blow-jobus interruptus on me.

Harry was already between his own wife’s legs, pumping his dick into Lisa like he’d just come back from a long voyage. Who starts off an orgy with fucking their own wife? It seemed odd to me.

Gail was splayed on the other end of the couch from me, with James demonstrating some significant oral skills between her legs, to judge from her immediate reaction, while her husband stood beside her, his dick in her mouth.

I think everybody eventually rotated after a while, but I was truly not paying attention, even to my own wife’s battle with Tom’s schlong. Denise knew how to suck cock, people. I hate to say it, but she was maybe even as good as Jess, though with totally different technique.

Her fingers tortured my balls as she ran her tongue all over me, up and down. Her tongue’s journey seemed random, but just like the way our Roomba vacuum navigated, I was sure she found every single nerve ending in the process.

Breathing heavily, I reached down to caress her face, and she looked up at me, the first inches of my cock now in her mouth, being tortured by her tongue. I grunted happily as her eyes met mine. I reached out and delicately clasped the brim of her cap, questioningly.

Instead of nodding, Denise bobbed up and down on my cock in assent.

I grinned and tossed the hat away. Piles of curly, dirty-blonde hair cascaded free, around her shoulders. It was long, reaching more than halfway down her shapely back toward her tiny, muscular ass.

I groaned, feeling my pressure rise. Denise felt it too, but she gripped the base of my cock firmly, and stopped her mouth’s attentions to me. I sagged as the moment passed, and I felt myself retreat from the edge. Just as she was about to resume, I looked at the screen.

“Hot damn! Seven nothing, Birds!” I exclaimed as I caught sight of the score.

“What the fuck,” Denise said hotly, turning to look at the screen. “We had the ball on the 45 a while ago, and we didn’t even manage a goddamned field goal?”

“You mean you really are a Niners fan?” Tom asked, dick still in my wife’s skillful mouth.

“Mom’s from San Francisco.”

No one had come yet, except Gail… twice, I think, but suddenly things started to shift. Lisa, still on her back, being pumped by her husband, reached out to Mike, and tugged him over so she could suck his dick next. Harry then rose up off of her and stepped over to Denise. She lifted her head from my cock, and turned to see his slick shaft bobbing by her head. She bent toward it to suck it in turn, hand still pumping me very gently, but he stopped her and shook his head with a grin. He shot me an unneeded apology.

“Uh, I think I have a checklist item to do for Denise here, and I’d rather do it before anyone, um, complicates things down there,” he said with a small smile.

“I like him!” Denise chirped.

I just smiled, and took my very happy but unfulfilled cock back over toward where Mike stood over Lisa. Her head leaned to the side as she suckled on him leisurely. “Take a seat, Mike,” I said conversationally. He raised an eyebrow, but took a seat. In doing so, he caused Lisa, who was still intent on his cock, to roll over onto her hands and knees to keep working. This was exactly what I was looking for, as I bent to caress her fabulous ass, just celebrating in my mind getting my hands on it at last.

But I didn’t indulge myself thus for long, and bent to lick at her gates, still soggy and open from her initial fucking. She moaned around Mike’s cock as my tongue found her slit. My hands dug into her cheeks, and my thumbs spread her thighs just a tiny bit more.

She might have been going leisurely on Mike, but I decided I was on a mission, and I went to town on her. She tasted marvelous, if a touch saltier than Jess, and my tongue flicked her bud rapidly.

Mike gasped, and I realized that my assault had encouraged Lisa to speed her own efforts. Suddenly, her nose was pressing all the way against his belly. I very briefly raised my head to see. Yes, she was taking him fully into her throat.

I made a mental note to make sure I got my turn on the other end of Lisa later, possibly next. I wanted that deep throat experience. It had been atop my own private checklist all week.

But right now, I had decided I needed to hear Lisa come herself, and I thrust my tongue deep inside her, now flicking her sodden button between two fingertips. She tried to moan deeply, but with Mike’s cock in her throat, she lost concentration and gagged. She popped up swiftly, gasped, then began to tend to his head instead.

I think.

I was kind of busy, and my vision was filled with her magnificent ass.

Lisa’s moaning grew louder and more urgent, leading to a quivering, plaintive, “Fuuuuuu…!” With a final gasp, she shook me off and I rose just in time to watch her slam Mike’s cock back down her throat.

He likewise failed to say a complete ‘Fuck’, and clearly lost it in her mouth. In her throat.

I looked around, a little dazedly. Mike had pulled Lisa up on top of him to share a languid kiss.

Denise had James pinned to the floor, and as I watched, she straddled him, grabbing and lifting his cock to point between his legs! “Oh, hey, wait!” James said, shaking his head in agony. “I’m not…” He stopped.

“Shut up,” Denise said. “I’m not anybody’s wife, and you are nobody’s husband. Get it?”

James got it. He grabbed her hips eagerly, and Denise lowered herself down his cock with a loud croon of delight.

Tom, despite now having my wife’s leg draped over his shoulder and his face wet with her juices while she sucked on Harry, was audibly green with envy.

“Don’t worry, Tom,” Denise said, already panting a little with how hard she was riding James right off the bat. “I was promised two lovely guys to fuck. I’m just saving you for after halftime. I need to get mentally ready for that thing you are rocking.” With that, she ignored Tom and gave James the considerable benefit of her complete attention.

I realized that Gail was the only one left alone, and she was only just recovering from however she had gone so loudly multi-orgasmic. Our eyes met, and she smiled.

We stepped together, and slid into a nice embrace, kissing deeply. “How can I please you?” I murmured.

“Help me show off?” Gail asked sweetly.

“Oh please… I think,” I grinned.

“I think you’ll like it,” she replied, less sweetly and more slyly. She tugged me behind her right out in the middle of the floor, right in front of the TV where some big, armored, hairy dudes were playing a game or some shit. She lay down on her back, and pressed her tits together lightly, those stunning mounds calling my name. Her nipples are staring tall, and the surrounding skin was bumpy and crinkled with desire. “Get down here and fuck my tits, Dale.”

As with last week, more congratulations for the deity were in order. And abject thanks.

I straddled her and we both sighed as I nestled my cock down between her softness. She pressed her breasts fully together, and it disappeared between them. My hips automatically began to rock and I practically crossed my eyes as I stroked in and out.

My cock was screaming with delight as I plumbed her softness. The view was incredible below me as I saw my cock delving into those perfect boobs. Almost as incredible as the feeling.

I could not help but lean forward, bracing myself on my hands above Gail’s head, and begin fucking her cleavage with abandon.

“I have to come,” I grunted. “Please let me finish like this.”

“No fair, Gail!” I heard Lisa grumble, and I became dimly aware that Gail’s bid to show off had succeeded, and we were being watched by almost everyone. I wasn’t sure it was everyone, because all I cared about at the moment was the movement of my dick through that velvet prison.

“Come for me, Dale. Come on me,” Gail encouraged, feeling my imminence. “Give me a pearl necklace.”

I complied. Thoroughly. My voice yelped a ragged series of grunts and groans, my hips went spasmodic, and I felt a lance of pleasure shoot straight up my rod, along with a significant amount of jizz. A lot was trapped in her titflesh, but most shot up free and splattered against her neck. A few drops arched far enough to speckle her chin.

Gail laughed in triumph. I just groaned and rolled off her to the side, fighting a losing battle with consciousness.

I woke slowly, realizing I was being cradled on Jess’s lap. “I need you, honey,” she said softly.

I realized that my now exhausted cock was completely flaccid for possibly the first time since I had awoken that morning. “I may need a few minutes to get it back up,” I said, reaching to caress one of her lovely breasts above my face. “But for you, I can manage,” I went on bravely.

She just laughed. “Later, please. Right now, it’s halftime, and I need your help in the kitchen.” I groaned. “Come on, Denise, I could use your help, too,” she added, letting me go and reaching out to help up Denise. The three of us repaired to the kitchen.

The steak buttons needed a little while to re-heat. We spent the waiting time with Jess and Denise on their knees in front of me, pinning me against the counter and double-teaming my cock.

Two tongues plus four lips equaled oral pleasure to the sixth power.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned. “Honey, I know you said you don’t need a partner… and you don’t. But Jesus, that doesn’t mean Denise ain’t making it even better!”

The timer went off, denying me my second nut of the afternoon. I was that close, that quick.

I doubt I would have been done for the day, but it would have been worth it had I been. Titfucking Gail, then a double-team including my champion wife?

Worth. It.

We returned with the food to find an outright gang-bang going on. They had cleared the coffee table for the main courses we were bringing, and in the meantime, Lisa had been laid on her back across it. Harry was fucking his wife gleefully, while James had his cock in her mouth. Her head was laid way back and he was literally fucking her throat. Her hands were filled with Tom and Mike’s cocks, stroking them more than idly.

Gail was flitting around the group, pressing her breasts into mouth after mouth.

The three of us, just stood and stared. James grunted, and Lisa spat his desperately throbbing cock out. She let go of Mike for a moment and jacked James vigorously. He had been on the edge, and suddenly came over Lisa’s smiling face. Most of it was literally over her face. James came so hard, most of his cum arched past her chin even and splatted on her upper chest.

Swiftly milking him dry, Lisa released James and grabbed Mike again. Gail moved over to cradle James and keep him upright and watching. Lisa’s hands slowed to a truly sensuous, but lazy pace and we all heard her gasp to Harry, “Make me come, babe. You know how.”

Harry apparently knew exactly what she wanted, and pulled her hips upward, now hammering into her. Suddenly Harry came inside her, his thundering joy-filled voice crowing in triumph. That was what Lisa had wanted and it was spectacular to see her body thrash in ecstasy. Wave after orgasmic wave of release took her until she collapsed back on the table, her hands still mindlessly stroking Mike and Tom.

Jess stepped forward. “That was incredible, Liz! I almost came watching. But will you please get the fuck off my table so I can put down these dishes? Some are kinda hot.

Liz was helped off the table, and two mouthes closed down around Mike and Tom’s now desperately eager cocks. I’m not sure who blew who honestly. I just wanted to put down the scalding hot platter I held that had heated its way through the thin towel I was holding it with.

Despite the voracious way we fell to eating, the sex never quite stopped. It just slowed down to touching and kissing here and there. Then, as hunger for food became satisfied in one after another of us, other appetites reasserted themselves.

The big show was Tom finally getting his turn with Denise. The women were all fascinated to watch someone actually taking that cock.

I mean… it wasn’t some Hentai cock or anything. But Tom is flat-out hung, I have to admit. Nine inches? Maybe. But fat, too. And it was clear that he knew how to use it. From the start, they must have tried four or five positions, and Denise must have come three times, loudly, before Tom finally nutted inside her, practically snapping his spine he was arching his back so hard. Denise gasped in pleasure, and Tom invented new forms of happy profanity.

Some time later, I was lying on my back, my wife riding my cock happily, and Lisa straddling my face, back for more cunnilingus from me. I was happily obliging. I felt Jess’s rhythm get ragged, and her insides clenched. “Fucking-A, Dale!” she screamed, and when her spasms past, she rolled free of my still hard dick.

Wanting a little more air, I grabbed Lisa’s ass and rolled her off my face. I leaned over her, fully intent on getting back to work when Tom shouted in excitement, “Jesus! It’s 30-30, with just five minutes to go!”

“We have to watch,” Denise said emphatically, despite my hovering face. Even Harry, whose cock she had ceased adoring to speak, seemed eager to watch the game.

Time ran out with the 49ers driving. It was on to overtime.

As we all excitedly debated what would happen, Tom spoke up loudly. “If the Birds pull this out, we are going to need you to come back next weekend, Denise, whatever your schedule. We can’t change anything after a win, after all.”

Denise laughed. “Oh, Tom, you silly man. When the Niners win, I’m going to need you all to come back here for their game, because I shouldn’t do anything differently after a win either.”

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I am going to leave this mayhem here, before it just devolves into sex act after sex act, with no story left. Feel free to mentally provide whatever material, before or after overtime you wish!

And no, I’m not going to tell you who won the game. Aren’t I cruel?