At the two-minute warning, the Niners were five TDs ahead.
Jill had been asking for sex since the ten-minute mark, and although it was clear that our team couldn’t lose, there was no way I was going to walk away from the game until it was clear that the Buffalo Bills were not only defeated but completely demoralized. I’m kind of fucked up like that.
Lest you come to the conclusion that I am the sort of husband who neglects his wife on any given Sunday in favor of watching sweaty guys in helmets and shoulder pads toss each other around a football field, it should be stated for the record that I was surprised, shocked even, by my wife’s ability to shift her focus from football to sex before the broadcast had concluded and the game’s victor was decided.
In a manner of speaking, the game’s victor was already decided. Buffalo had proven itself unable to score beyond a single field goal in the second quarter, and while that was three more points than the Jets had been allowed a week earlier, it seemed to us that the Bills had barely even shown up for the game.
The Niners scored a sixth touchdown in the closing minutes, and I decided a compromise was in order. Since Jill obviously had the itch so bad that she was willing to miss the end of the game, and since our daughter was sound asleep and we had a friend coming for dinner in less than an hour, I proposed that we have sex right on the living room floor in front of the television. It wasn’t an odd request; my wife, of all people, would certainly understand my need for closure. At any rate, I wasn’t sure that hearing the final plays of the game being called was conducive to my own arousal, and I acknowledged that it might very well be a turn-off.
Jill was already undressed. We moved to the center of the room, aware of the fact that our daughter snoozed peacefully on the couch right behind us. I took off my clothes, and dropped down between Jill’s legs to sate our respective desires. Just as I got started the game ended, and the network switched to the end of the Patriots game. As I began to move my tongue up and down the lips of her pussy, Jill craned her neck to watch her second-favorite team defeat Denver. Although there were mere minutes left in the game her first orgasm came before it had ended.
I devoured Jill’s pussy for a half hour, easy. By the time she’d had enough, my chin was slick and fragrant with her juices, her taste heavy on my tongue. She urged me to fuck her, first doggy style and then missionary. The soundness of our daughter’s sleep was evident from our raucous cheers after each San Francisco touchdown. By comparison, the sounds of our lovemaking were whispers.
I pulled out when I came, sending my spasming cock into Jill’s open mouth. She drew me into her throat and swallowed voraciously, my moans reaching a crescendo even as she cradled my balls and stroked my shaft with great excitement. She made sounds of desire and satisfaction, sucking me down before gasping for breath.
We stayed there for a few moments, the forgotten television playing static for all we knew or cared. Jill leaned back and rested on her elbows and I loomed over her, my still-throbbing cock hanging before her face. I exhaled deeply, still aroused, ready for more. As I gave a couple strokes I noticed drops of my cum dotting Jill’s lips and tongue as she lapped at the swollen head, desperate for one last taste.
“You want more?” I asked, stroking faster. She nodded, her eyes betraying her lust. I was already close. I could feel her tongue skimming the underside of my member, strumming it like a skilled musician. I looked down at her breasts, nipples erect with anticipation. I imagined myself climaxing all over them. But Jill had other ideas.
“Cum in my face,” she told me when my orgasm hit. I may consider myself dominant, but when given such an order I do as I’m told. Jill leaned her head back, opening her mouth and showing me the tongue that had taken most of my previous ejaculation. My second orgasm was even more intense, more fierce, than the one that came before. My knees went weak, and I found myself with nothing to steady my posture as I began to erupt.
Looking down, I saw thick jets of my cum burst forth, lashing Jill’s face just as she wanted. She made no attempt to catch it in her mouth, but every time some hit her tongue she swallowed quickly and opened her mouth again hoping for more. Her eyes were closed tightly, and as I continued to climax I stroked even harder, desperate to wring forth every last drop.
I reached for my phone, hoping to take a Twitter-worthy picture of my wife’s dripping tongue and chin. As I pressed the button the doorbell rang.
This is the shot we ended up with.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she said, as I uttered a similar sentiment. We told our guest to be here at five, and it was exactly five. I assumed she’d text, maybe ask for our unit number or something. But no, there she was. Jill leapt to her feet as I moved to the intercom. I buzzed our guest into the building, unlocked the door to our condo, and followed Jill into the bedroom, carrying my clothes with me.
We hurried to get dressed, then stood at the bathroom sink, washing our faces with some sort of hand soap that smelled of fresh mint. Unsatisfied with this measure, we took a few swigs of mouthwash, and by the time we walked out our guest was none the wiser.
-Jack
Now that sounds like an awesome Sunday!
Oh how I would love to enjoy a Sunday such as this. Too bad my team isn’t favored in my state and any one that I would have as a lover is either a fan of the home team (Vikings) or doesn’t enjoy sports.
So fucking hot!!! I don’t watch a ton of football but I’ll watch it with you two anytime!!
Timing is everything! While waiting for my oldest girl to come home from a party we got frisky on the couch, and just moment after the climax, headlights lit up the inside wall and we rolled off couch, on to the floor, and did the marine corps elbow crawl out of the living room. Best ever!
Sounds like an exciting afternoon all round
Can I move in? Babies love me! 😉 LOL!!
Also, I am not an NFL fan. Mister adores the Cowboys (yuk!), but I am an NCAA kinda girl. Go Longhorns!
Now that’s how to watch football, they score, you score… 🙂 .. By the way, Who open the window to refresh the room air? 😉
Hot hot hot!!!! Never mind the fucking game …. 😀 pun intended, obviously!
Guests arriving on time is the bane of my life … it’s RUDE!!!
Ugh…quit having guests, well accept me of course.
-H
Happy Sunday indeed… I love that I can imagine this so much better now 🙂
30 minutes eating pussy? If all husbands did that during football, more wives would be happy that the NFL exists. As it is, you two are one hot couple.
Hot story! And a lovely drippy photo.mmmmhhmmm.