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Now, let us get on with the terrible play calling, missed extra point attempts, unacceptable missed tackling and saving the best for last. The disgusting celebrations after sacks or touch downs. If you and I didn't know better, we would have to think the players are playing for free, the ways some of them carry on, after doing the job they were paid too well to do. Yes, you are supposed to sack, it is what they hired you for. They did not hire you, praying you may get lucky and succeed. Give the Lord thanks for your athletic abilities and get off the field already you big ape. Yes, that goes double for you Mister JJ. Watt. Thank you for reading this story. Have fun voting too.
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Bra or no bra? I quiz myself, looking at my blue Texans jersey. I have already donned my silky thong and battle red cheer shorts. Would heels be too much? I ponder. Then deciding on my three inch white open toed pair. Its just a stupid game, I sigh. I am Cindy Adams, 33 years young. Married six years as this day takes place. My 40 year old husband David had decided we would host a football party today, Sunday Dec 18th. Hooray for me!
He waited until Friday night to let me in on the secret. He never thinks ahead, just does or says what's on his mind, almost always putting me in a hurry up mode. I got to spend yesterday doing extra cleaning around our home, grocery shopping and laundry while he hid out somewhere watching sports for 12 hours.
Its not my idea to wear this outfit, I planned for an oversized jersey and sweat or yoga pants. David begged and I relented. I am five foot four in height, 110 pounds. My red hair is grown just past my shoulders and I am freckled here and there, just like most pale skinned redheads. My 34 D's are really straining the jersey. My fit waist measures 26 and hips aren't ridiculous at 37 inches.
As I make myself busy getting the snacks and such ready for the 3 pm game, David comes in and starts whistling. "Fuck baby! That's some hot ass curves you got going on in that. My boys are going to shit when they get here." He blabbers at me, as he fondles my left butt cheek.
"You begged for it darling." I tease, as I shake my butt, grinding into his hand. "Don't go whining at me when the boys decide they need a feel here, or a, squeeze there. Your dear wife is asking to be raped in this dammed get up. Be a good boy and take those trays there and take them to the living room." I instruct him. The boys he mentions, Dale and Daryl, both married. Along with Travis and Ron, both very single, will be arriving soon. I can say they are a bunch of clowns especially as a group but they have all treated me very politely, no molesting or groping me. I don't feel the least bit in danger for our get together.
"Baby I got a real good feeling about the game today, the Texans have messed up enough lately that today should be the game they all show up together and finally show the rest of the league what's up." He tells me, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "And having our own genuine Texans cheerleader right here in the same room. We can't lose."
I look at David with disgust. "How much money have you lost already this year thinking the same shit Mister?" I rage at him. "I hope we win but you better not bet one dime on this game! You hear me David?"
"Baby cakes, chill. I'm not betting any money on anymore games, not even the cowboys. I promise!" He implores to me. "look at this big boner you done gave me little mamma. We got time, lets get in the bedroom for some fun!"
I look at him giggling, saying. "You blew your chance this morning darling. You chose fishing over some of this." I say, as I use both my hands to point at my whole body. "I'm not messing up my hair and makeup just to give you some relief asshole."
"Dam, somebody is here already." David moans, heading to answer it, as we both here the knocking of the front door.
"Hello Ron, its really good to see you. I think this has your name on it." I say, handing him a cold one. "Where is the rest of the choir group?"
"Don't have time to keep up with them old folks affairs, Cindy." He lets me know. " I sure could make time to keep up with you though. Dam woman, that just amazing, sexy as hell Cindy."
"Thank you so much, I feel rather sexy wearing it." I say with a giggle. "I'm so happy you talked me into it."
"Hey you two." Groans David, I'm right fucking here, keep your clothes on."
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Three hours later all four of our guests are here, the 3rd quarter is about to end. We have all been cheering and griping. I feel my buzz from the alcohol but also a sexual buzz from being constantly ogled by all the men, causing me to give a little extra wiggle in my walk as I fetched drinks for them.
Before I even noticed, the game was down to the last 4 minutes. I was in my kitchen cleaning some plates when Ron came waltzing in, leaning close beside me. "Your man is one sick kid Cindy. I really hope Texans can pull off a come back. Just so you know, this was all David's idea, I never wanted any part of it mamma."
I look over to him, trying to read his eyes. "Not in a mood for riddles Ron. Tell me." I express honestly.
"Just wait for David, that will be better. Lets keep cheering and hoping Cindy." He tries to sooth me, as he goes back to the game. Needless to say, I felt rattled and anxious. I move to the counter and make another appletini for myself. What has my crowbar head of a husband pulled this time?
I join the boys and everyone is a little bummed. The Texans are going to lose, just too many points behind and 29 seconds left. I plop down on the arm of David's recliner. "Davey poo, you got something you want to tell me." I ask, getting everyone's attention. He looks at me puzzled, then at Ron and his eyes show despair.
"Only that you are one hot wife. I shouldn't have been ever able to catch you but I'm the luckiest hubby on this earth baby. I think I will run the gang off now, I'm dying to get my hot, bimbette of a cheer leader to bed." He manages to slur out.
"I'm not going anywhere, those pussies make me sick." Travis barks his feelings. "Two real teams play soon."
"On NBC right? Dallas and Tampa." Ron chimes in.
Daryl and Dave grab a beer for the road, saying there goodbyes. Both letting me know it was a good party and thank you etc.
About an hour later, I'm sitting with David in the recliner the late game has just kicked off. We both have a buzz going and I think I feel his boner under my right side. "Honey," David Purrs quietly, I messed up big time today. I made a bet with Ron and I lost. He's going to want to be paid tonight I'm afraid."
