*Please note that this is a fun quick one, not a moral work of non-fiction. Just a fun little fantasy!
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I sat there listening to my husband and his friends shout at the TV as the game dragged on. I mean I like football, but when you hear the announcers say the same thing over and over again all of the nonsense sort of blurs together. At least there was alcohol and some pretty decent dishes to enjoy.
My husband had offered to host his friends to watch the playoff game at our place and of course I had said yes. We were both big football fans and had hosted several get-togethers before, so this was no big deal. The only problem was, that this time I was the lone female in a house full of testosterone. Cindy, my usual partner in crime at these gatherings was away for the weekend visiting family, and Laura, Dan's girlfriend wasn't feeling well, leaving me to sit here with my beer among the boys.
I was peeling the label of my beer bottle when I couldn't help but feel that someone was watching me. Looking up I caught Dan's eyes piercing my body. I quickly realized I had been leaning forward and he had a completely perfect view down my low-cropped shirt. His eyes darted away and my face burned red. The bra I was wearing did little to nothing to add support to my double D's, it was more like a lacy piece of wrapping for my husband to enjoy after the game.
Dan got up and moved into the kitchen to grab a snack at the table and obviously run from being caught. I felt a sudden rush of warmth gather between my legs and tingles rip through my body. Dan and I had flirted throughout our relationship, but nothing more than a few longer hugs here, and a snarky comment there. He was tall, well-built, and his eyes sparkled with intrigue. He was a few years older than my husband, which meant he was probably in his early Forties, while I had just turned 31.
Without thinking any more, I walked into the kitchen where a few of the guys were grabbing beers. I walked over to the fridge, grabbed two more beers and then over towards Dan. I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Do need another one?" We were painfully close to each other.
"Uh, sure," his eyes were glued to mine.
"Perfect. Let me open it for you." I dropped the bottle opener and then bent over giving him another direct shot at my tits. This time I could feel one of my nipple slowly slipping out from the sudden movement. I knew he could see the candy-pink color peeking out of the purple lace bra. I waited, then looked up without moving. I smiled.
"Here we go." I handed him the opener and waited for him to recover and opened his beer.
"Cheers." I clinked my bottle against his and then took the whole neck of the beer into my mouth, letting him watch the glass disappear between my lips. I can honestly say that feeling a dick between my lips, and giving blow jobs has always been something that turned me on, and the fact that there was no mistaking what I was doing to that bottle in front of my husband's friend, made a shiver run through me like lightening. My eyes stayed locked with his as I let the bottle pop out of my puckered lips. I gave the tip a quick lick and walked back into the living room with an added sway to my hips.
I knew the white shorts hugged my ass, and with the way they fit, there was doubt he'd be staring trying to find panty lines that weren't there.
The second quarter started, and my husband was engrossed with his friend Frank in a debate about changing the quarterback. My hand slid casually up and down my toned leg drawing Dan's wandering eyes up towards my slightly parted thighs. My husband loved to show me off and we had opened our marriage up to "explore" other people quite a while ago. We had even fantasized about Dan as one of our conquests, and this was my moment to push the envelope and make it happen. My pussy was so warm right now I thought was going to catch fire.
The shirt I was wearing dipped down into my cleavage, shaping my tits nicely, but also loose enough to "need" a bra if I was going to move at all. But I was about to make things interesting. Getting up, I walked past Dan and let my hand drag along his shoulder before leaving the room. Quickly, slipped off my bra and checked myself in the mirror, applying a little bit more lip gloss with a smile on my face.
Walking back out to the group I was greeted by Dan's eyes nearly bulging out of his head. It wasn't amazingly apparent that I wasn't wearing a bra, but Dan's particular interest in my tits today made impossible for him to not notice. The second quarter was nearly over, but I had just enough time to casually sit down next to Dan and let my breasts bounce as I hit the couch. He didn't try and hide the fact he was staring.
My husband asked me if I wanted a beer and I accepted. When he left I leaned over to "look for my cell phone", giving Dan an unobstructed view of my firm tits swaying under my shirt.
"I can't seem to find my phone. Can I borrow yours for just a second? I'll call it and try and find it." His stare never moved from my hanging breasts.
"Absolutely." He handed me his phone as I took the beer from mu husband and walked back to the bathroom.
Quickly I lifted my shirt and snapped a few pictures of my tits as I pushed them together, pinching my nipples, and bringing one to my tongue. Each one was cropped to hide my identity. Taking my phone from my back pocket I walked back out and handed him his phone with a devilish smile. I opened my mouth and silently lipped the words "for later" as I winked at Dan. I could see his bulge growing against his jeans.
"Hey Babe, I'm going to smoke a quick cigar with Frank in the backyard during halftime." My husband kissed me. "Want to join us Dan?" He had just unlocked his phone and quickly hid the screen from anyone else's view but his.
Dan's eyes darted up from his phone and changed between my husband to my erect nipples straining against the soft cloth of my shirt.
"Nah. I'm going to catch the halftime show and make a quick call to Laura to see if she's feeling better." I couldn't help but squirm a little as Dan looked back at me as he spoke.
