Game Day II (c) 2020 Nicolo Parenti
[This is the continuation of my earlier story, "Game Day", which you might want to read
first
. But here's a recap: John is awakened from a Saturday nap by Marie, the wife of a philandering co-worker. Her husband is off with his 'fuckable' secretary and Marie's looking for reassurance and maybe some payback. By the end of the day she's been double-teamed by John and his friend Tommy. She insists it was a one-time thing. Then one Saturday John's phone rang...]
Game Day II: The Legend of Curley's Pussy
The caller ID blew me out of my weekend funk like a sharknado. It was a call I'd often imagined but never really expected.
"Oh, hi John, it's Marie. Oh, hey, I was just wondering if, maybe um, if, oh god I can't believe myself, if maybe you were having a... a few guys over to watch a game today?"
Whoa. I guess it had been on her mind too, these last few months.
I hadn't planned a party but I'm, you know, flexible. And maybe I could get Tommy. Ah, kidding. He'd be over here in ten seconds if he had to skip his mother's funeral. Not that she's dead, I'm just saying.
"Oh, Marie, there's always room for Jell-O. Come on by. Tom will be here for sure. And... do I understand what you're asking? How many is 'a few'?"
"Well... ten would be too many, right?" I could just about hear her blushing. God, what a fine combination of demure and horny.
"Yes, honey, ten would be way over the top. I know you can out-fuck me and Tommy, so maybe another two-three? We could make it a surprise for the new guys if you're up for that."
"Oh. That would be good. I wouldn't want them to think they were just coming over to meet some slut. I'm not a slut, am I, John?"
"Marie, you are a desirable and liberated woman with compelling memories of filthy sex with multiple men. Yes, you're a slut and you should be fucked like one. Be here at noon. No underwear."
I thought I heard a gasp just as I hung up. She'd be here.
Tommy was all in, so I had him phone a friend. "Find a guy you'd be OK with, someone who'd be into it. I'll find one too. Corey, I'll get Corey. I'm sure she can handle four. Yeah, one for each hole and one to get snacks. But don't let on what the deal is, just 'watch a game' or something. It's what, quarter to eleven now? Tell him twelve-fifteen, with beer. You get here before."
Tommy and I knew Corey from the gym. I reached him before he made plans for the day and he was on board -- he just didn't know for what yet. Tommy got Steve, a work pal whose divorce status matched ours. I knew him casually and figured he was a good addition to the scrum.
We were all pretty much of a type, six-foot plus and fit, but Corey was bigger, and Black. Everyone called him Curley because he shaved bald (how original). I didn't know if he was as hung as Black guys are thought to be, but I knew he had brains and stamina, and he liked pussy. So, well qualified.
Marie didn't hold off until noon. At a quarter to I answered the door expecting only Tommy, but they were both there. Marie was as fine as ever. She'd done something with her red-blonde hair, it was, I dunno, cuter? She wore a satiny sheath whose drape outlined her breasts, leaving no doubt that she'd observed the 'No Underwear' sign. Tommy? Still not cute.
She gave us a brief hug and a cheeky kiss, like buddies meeting for lunch instead of three people who'd swapped DNA. It had to be awkward for her, because she really wasn't the slut I'd told her she was -- that was just to get her hot. Mostly she was a lady who'd had her horizons expanded. Along with her sphincter.
I guided us to the sofa, where she settled back and tucked her legs under. Tommy and I flanked her.
"Man, you look terrific. You been doing OK? I gotta say, that time with you was off the hook, but we really never expected a rematch." Tommy nodded in agreement. Expecting's not the same as dreaming, right? "I mean, you didn't know what you were getting into then. Now you do. What changed?"
"Me. I changed. That was a 'before and after' day. Before I didn't know what I needed. I didn't know how much and how hard I could come with more than one... man." She blushed demurely. A slut would have said "cock", right?
"Mike and I tried. He said it was over with what's-her-cunt. I never told him what we did but he had to know something was up. I was on his dick like a demon. We fucked every day. I wanted him in my ass, I was insatiable. He loved it, for a while.
"But it wasn't the same. Oh I came, a lot, but I'd hear myself asking, 'Is that it? Where's the second stage of the rocket?' The newness wore off, like a honeymoon. I think Mike was glad when I stopped pestering him for sex. I hadn't stopped wanting it, I just needed what one man couldn't give me. But anytime I even hinted at bringing in another guy, he blew up.
"And he hadn't gone off sex completely, just at home. Yeah, he's still not a one-woman man. Last night I told him it was over, GTFO and find a hotel. And I decided, fuck it, I need another turn on the tilt-a-whirl. But I can't just go and pick up guys, not two at a time. You gave me the ride of my life, turned me out, and it changed me. So here we are."
Tommy and I looked at each other. Maybe this would've been better with just us, but that bus had sailed. There were two more guys coming. And just as I had that thought, the doorbell rang. Tommy got up to answer it.
"Well, Marie, it's show time. These two are just expecting TV sports and cold beer. Last chance to back out. You can be our guest, or you can be our whore. What'll it be?"
Her hooded eyes gave me an old, old look. "Sex," she said. "All of it."
I smiled and reached out to tweak a nipple. "OK then, off to the bedroom. I'll come and get you when it's time. Stay hot, get yourself loose."
Tommy let in Steve and Curley, sorry, Corey. Both had brought beer.