I love football. I’ve been a fan my entire life. All summer long I look forward to the start of the season, and I tune in every week to watch my favorite team play. Even when I know they have no shot at the post-season, I continue to root for them.

This fantasy doesn’t have a lot to do with football, but it does take place on Super Bowl Sunday. Wait, am I allowed to say “Super Bowl”? I think “Super Bowl” is a registered trademark and I am supposed to call it “The Big Game.” Anyway, here it is.

I carried the bowl of chips into the living room and left it on the coffee table. I returned to the kitchen with two empties and switched them out for two ice cold beers. I popped the tops and brought them out to the guys.

Back in the kitchen I began cooking the chicken wings. I kept an ear open for the game, listening as the guys became more rambunctious every time a touchdown was scored. During a commercial break, Jack called out for more salsa, and I refilled the empty bowl. They also asked for a couple more beers, and I gladly complied. But when that was done, I decided to change my clothes. If I was going to be their servant, I ought to look the part. In the bedroom I put on a low-cut black top, my shortest black skirt, a pair of fishnet stockings and high heels, and a white apron. Instant French maid.

As I sauntered back into the living room, both guys immediately looked up at me. I was pleased to see that there was something that could turn their attention away from the game. I dropped myself into Jack’s lap and asked how the game was going. He pointed out that it was halftime – I should have known – and that since the halftime show wasn’t any good they needed some entertainment. Feeling especially daring, I began to bump and grind, slowly stripping off the apron, then the skirt and the top, leaving myself in just my bra, panties, stockings and heels.

I stepped out of the heels, got down on my hands and knees, and crawled over to the couch where Jack was sitting. He had an erection that was visible through his jeans, and I rubbed it, feeling him strain against me. Without looking up, I could feel both his and Jason’s eyes on me as I opened Jack’s pants and freed his swelling, hard cock. Holding it in a firm grip I began to lavish kisses all over the head and shaft, moving my lips and tongue all over him. I stroked him vigorously and sucked him deeply into my mouth, then looked up at his face to enjoy his reactions.

As I continued to pleasure Jack, I was startled to feel a warm hand on my bare back. Jason’s hand. He began to slowly and sensuously massage me, moving from my back to my ass, tracing my curves with confident movements. He moved down to my thighs, the heat from his hands further arousing me. I was tempted to turn around, to make eye contact and urge him onward, but there was no way I was going to stop doing what I was doing to Jack, or even pause. So I was glad when I felt his hand slip between my legs and envelop me through my panties, already damp with desire. His palm gently caressed me, sending an electrical charge through my body. I had waited for this moment for a very long time, and I was eager to experience it all.

As though he could read my mind, Jason pulled my panties aside and kissed me. His tongue was firm but not stiff, each lick sending a surge through me. He sucked on my juicy lips, then resumed licking, lapping up my wetness as his tongue invaded me, seeking those underappreciated parts of my pussy that were most in need of attention. I could feel my heart pounding with excitement as his fingers met his tongue. At first it was a gentle, reassuring touch. Soon, however, I was luxuriating in the sensations as his fingers slid in and out of me, his thumb buzzing my clitoris. I grew wetter and wetter, and I took Jack even deeper. Behind me, Jason was as intent on my orgasm as I was on Jack’s, and I was ready for both.

Jason stopped playing with me just long enough to pull down my panties, planting exquisite kisses on my cheeks and down my legs as he did. As I shook them off of my feet, I longed to feel his fingers and his mouth back on me where they belonged. As he massaged my thighs I took my mouth off of Jack’s cock and urged Jason to go back to doing what he was doing before. He didn’t need much urging, and he dove back onto me, his mouth and his fingers working together to achieve the desired result.

I was very close, and I could tell that my husband was too.  I wasn’t done with Jack by any means, and I slowed down even as Jason pushed me further, his tongue working overtime. He was probing so deeply inside me that it felt like he was trying to get lost between my lips.  I couldn’t take it anymore. Just one more lick was all it was going to take. That’s when I felt the head of Jason’s cock pressing against me from behind. 

I knew what he wanted.  I wanted it too.  I arched my back and all at once Jason was inside me, each strong thrust dangerously close to unlocking my orgasm at long last.  My pussy clenched around his steel-hard length, and as his hands gripped my hips he pushed into me with as much energy as he could muster.  Doing my best to concentrate on Jason’s long, swift strokes against my G-spot, I continued to lick and suck the throbbing cock in front of me.  As I came, I took Jack deep into my throat.  My pussy gushed like a fountain, the sounds of my pleasure muffled as I undulated my hips against Jason’s.

As I rode continuing waves of ecstasy I felt Jack tensing up and heard his moans.  His cock throbbed in my mouth even as Jason’s throbbed in my pussy.  I took my mouth off of Jack and he stood over me, stroking quickly even as Jason cried out in ecstasy, his moans filling my ears along with my husband’s.  I could feel Jason’s cum fill me even as I watched the throbbing head of Jack’s cock erupt, a warm fountain of white sweetness raining down on me. 

As we caught our breath, Jack noticed that the game was starting again.  Just in time!

More to come! (No pun intended!)

Jill