Even if their team is not going to the Super Bowl, millions of people love an excuse to party. So party we will. Tell us what your ideal Super Bowl Celebration (or any sports party) looks like by answering:
Jack’s Answers
1. What’s your favorite _____ that you’ll serve at the party (name one item for each):
a. choice of beer
I prefer not to drink – and therefore I don’t serve – cheap domestic beer like Bud Light or Coors Light. I would probably have Blue Moon, Shock Top, Fat Tire or Gordon Biersch on hand, as to me those beers represent a respectable compromise between quality and cost.
b. choice of wine
Definitely a red, probably Pinot Noir. While we drink a lot of wine, we drink more beer on Super Bowl Sunday.
c. choice of distilled spirit
I drink Irish whisky, preferably Jameson’s or Paddy’s (no Bushmills if I can help it). However, I’ll put out some cheap whisky for my guests – Jack Daniels is likely – since they’ll probably prefer it anyway, the uncultured boors. Beyond that, we will have on hand vodka, scotch, rum, and tequila, and a snifter of brandy after the game sounds good as well.
d. choice of mixed drink
I usually drink my whisky neat; however I will have on hand all the usual mixers for my guests to enjoy as they see fit.
e. choice of chip
Corn chips will be served. They’re not my favorite chip for snacking on; that distinction goes to the sturdy, delicious tortilla chip, especially when eaten with a delicious homemade tomatillo or habanero salsa. However, corn chips go perfectly with my preferred dip. See the next question.
f. choice of dip
The greatest Super Bowl Sunday dip in the world is a mix of rotisserie chicken, buffalo wing sauce, cream cheese, Monterey Jack cheese, and blue cheese dressing. Once I tried this stuff, I knew I’d never go back to heroin.
g. choice of take-out food (pizza, burgers, Chinese food, wings, etc)
Wings. I don’t think there’s ever been a Super Bowl Sunday in which I haven’t eaten wings. Even after polishing off half a tray of the aforementioned buffalo wing dip, I can still kill several buffalo wings.
h. choice of homemade food
Whatever you want to make, ’cause I’m not cooking.
i. choice of salty food
Tortilla chips. If time allows on Saturday (it probably won’t), I might make some from scratch, along with some salsa.
j. choice of sweet food
Probably M&Ms. We always have a few bags in our cupboard, and enjoy munching on them whether there’s a football game on or not.
2. What will you wear at the party?
Hopefully nothing. Hey, it’s my party.
3. You will be having your very own half time show at the football party. What is that half-time show? Briefly describe.
During half time, all chairs will be moved away from the center of the room. Jill and I will move into the empty space, strip off each other’s clothes, and begin fucking with wild abandon while our guests cheer us on.
4. What team do you wish was playing in the Super Bowl?
My local heroes, the San Francisco 49ers. I doubt any Bay Area football fan was less than heartbroken after their loss to the Giants.
5. The NY Giants and New England Patriots are in Super Bowl 2012, who do you want to win? (ummm…yeah, I had to google that info…LOL)
I’ll be rooting for the Patriots, and not just because the Giants beat the Niners. I like the team, and would greatly enjoy seeing them get a little payback after the upset that was Super Bowl XLII.
Bonus: Have you ever made a football (or Super Bowl) bet that involved sex? Tell us about your own Super Bowl of Sex.
No, I’ve never made a Super Bowl bet involving sex. However, I bet on Juan carlos Ferrero to win the 2003 U.S. Open. Andy Roddick won instead, I couldn’t come up with the money, and the bookie made me her sex slave for two weeks. When it was over, I re-upped for another week.
Bonus Bonus: Will you watch the Super Bowl? Do you even care about the Super Bowl? American football at all? What’s your can’t live without sport?
We’ll be watching. More than likely we’ll watch the game at Jill’s parents’ house, where it’ll be a packed house, and much delicious food and drink will be consumed. Of all the major sports I can think of, football is the one I follow the closest, although generally speaking I don’t get invested in too many games that don’t involve the 49ers – unless I’m watching to root against a team I particularly dislike. *cough* Raiders *cough*
Jill’s Answers
1. What’s your favorite _____ that you’ll serve at the party (name one item for each):
a. choice of beer
I like Guinness, so that’s what I’d probably serve to my guests. I realize that it’s not exactly a “football” beer, but I’m not buying Bud Light. It’s not allowed on my property.
b. choice of wine
The variety of wine that I drink most often lately is Pinot Noir, or possibly Syrah. Although if Guinness isn’t exactly a “football” beer, neither is wine a “football” beverage. But that’s what we have, so that’s what I’d offer our guests.
c. choice of distilled spirit
Definitely vodka! I like screwdrivers, vodka cranberry, vodka cran orange, and plenty of other cocktails made with vodka, so that’s what I’d have available.
d. choice of mixed drink
I’d probably go with vodka cran orange, but if the game was at ten AM, we’d be drinking Ramos Fizzes.
e. choice of chip
Regular Lay’s potato chips.
f. choice of dip
I love onion dip, but it has to be made with Lipton’s onion soup mix, and not French onion dip.
g. choice of take-out food (pizza, burgers, Chinese food, wings, etc)
Wings. There’s something about eating greasy chicken wings that goes hand-in-hand with football. Pizza is a close second, although I really associate pizza with Monday Night Football, as that’s what we ate every Monday while watching the game when I was a kid.
h. choice of homemade food
There’s a really good buffalo chicken dip that we make on Super Bowl Sunday. In fact, we were introduced to this recipe several Super Bowls back. We make it, and eat it, on other occasions, but it’s perfect for the Super Bowl.
i. choice of salty food
Chips or pretzels.
j. choice of sweet food
Peanut M&Ms. They’re perfect for any occasion, and it’s not a Super Bowl party without a few bowls for guests to enjoy.
2. What will you wear at the party?
My New England Patriots shirt and jeans.
3. You will be having your very own half time show at the football party. What is that half-time show? Briefly describe.
Naked Twister! Actually, anything involving sex would be wonderful. In 2009 I wrote a story about sexy half time fun during the Super Bowl. I’m re-posting it here for your enjoyment.
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 him moan. 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. At the same time, Jason cried out in ecstasy, his moans filling my ears along with my husband’s. I could feel his cum flood my insides 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!
I so enjoy coming here every Tuesday morning!!
You guys are so awesome!!
Jill you hawt piece you! make wave, I am partying with you guys!!!
I still haven’t tried the buffalo chicken dip. I forgot about it until now. Too bad we already bought what we’re going to serve at our party…
And hooray for fellow M&Ms fans!
okay, we got the tennis bet connection, yeah, that turned out to be roddick’s one and only slam, though at the time it seemed like a new american era of tennis was burgeoning…not exactly fruition, huh?
and that super bowl sex, that’s the stuff dreams are made of
hey, m and m connection as well. yummy! HTMIT 🙂
Oh my, I can’t believe I forgot about that dip and can’t believe I still haven’t made it yet. Maybe I can make it this weekend.
Loving both your answers. And the “Half time show”. Makes me wish I lived your side of the pond.
Jack:
1- You know how to make tortilla chips from scratch? I’m impressed!
3- You and Jill together. Now THAT’S my kinda half time show that I like to watch and cheer! 🙂
Jill:
1- Your food choices make me hungry.
3- Very hawt half-time story. Enjoyed it very much. More stories, please.
Enjoy the game!
@Jack:
1. Oh Jack you say the sweetest things about your friends…LOL
That dip kinda turned my stomach. Is the chicken in the dip?
3. Best half time evaaaaah!
The song “let me enterain you” is playing in my mind.
Bonus: lol lol…and I’ll bet you have a gambling habit for which you DO NOT want a cure.
-H
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That dip sounds awesome.
That halftime show sounds better!!
Can I get you to migrate over here?!
~Kazi xxx
I want to come to your Super Bowl party! I’d love to be part of your half time fun.
Great answers, I especially like the idea of the halftime show. I was rooting for the Niners since the Giants knocked out my Falcons, definitely going for the Pats this weekend.
Great half time sex. OMG!
Bonus: YOU know how to make bets.
I am definitely in for a game of Naked Twister.
-H