This is a true story.
Here is a little background info on Ella and I. We started dating in 2009 and we have been married since July of 2011. She is an instant head turner whenever we go out. I'm not talking about a fake tanned, fake breasts, fake blonde type of girl. She's not that at all. Her beauty is natural. She looks innocent and seductive at the same time. 5'3" and 120lbs, brunette, 32B breasts, and an ass to die for.
It was a common occurrence for her to get hit on when we went out. At first I was a little upset by it, but after a while, I took it as a compliment when a guy would approach her. She started to notice that I didn't mind guys hitting on her and it would become a little game for us. If we were out at a bar or club, I would make my way to the bathroom and when I came back she would almost always had a story to tell me about some dude trying to get her number or trying to get her to dance. We took it a little further and I would leave her along sitting at the bar and move to a different part of the bar to watch other guys try to make their moves.
I never thought watching other men approach my wife would turn me on, but it was an extreme turn on for me and my wife. She wouldn't let it go past innocent flirting and touching in the bar, but when we got home she would tell me what the guys had said and tried to do. Wow, we had some amazing sex after those nights out. I would tease her and tell her she could have gone home with any of those guys. I'd even make her pick her favorite of the night and imagine she was at his place instead of with me. Anyway, you get the point. Let's get to the story.
Did I mention she is 3 years older than me? Yup, at the time of this story she was 29 and I was 26.
It is our annual tradition to go to the Michigan vs. Notre Dame football game every fall with some close friends (they loved to party). We would do the whole tailgating thing, drink a ton of beer, and then wander our way to the game. In 2011, it was announced that the game would be a night game, which only means one thing - a 12 hour tailgate party. Things were going to get interesting this year.
It was 7am the day of the game and Ella was all showered and dressed for the big day.
"Wake up, sleepy head." I heard as I was slowing coming out of unconsciousness.
I squinted and looked up to see Ella standing at the end of the bed.
"What time is it?" I mumbled. "It's time to get up! I'm ready to go...hustle up."
I looked at her closely and saw she was wearing a tight grey Michigan Wolverines t-shirt and some short white shorts that showed off her perfect little ass and tanned legs. She was also sporting some sexy little pigtails and her lucky pom-poms were sticking out of her back pocket. I knew that she would be getting some attention looking like that.
I made my way out of bed, showered, got dressed and we were out the door on the way to pick up our friends
We got there right at 8am and the fans were lined up for blocks to enter the tailgating area at the golf course. We waited patiently and made our way in and picked out our spots. We quickly set up our site and once we finished, I started sipping on my coffee I brought along.
"Coffee? What the hell is wrong with you?" questioned Alycia, one of Ella's best friends and one of the hardest partiers I have ever met.
"Yeah..." I replied.
"No, no, no. It's beer time mister" she stated as if I had broken a law. She tossed me a beer.
I knew this was going to be one long day if I started drinking at 8am, but I was up to the challenge. Let the drinking begin.
2 hours and 5 beers later, we were all feeling pretty good. Too bad it was only 10am. We had a long time until game time. I realized I needed to pace myself a little better and grabbed a water from the cooler. There was no music playing so I started to mess around with my iPhone and was trying to hook it up to our car speakers. It took me a good 5 minutes to figure it out, but I did get the music going. After I got that situation handled I started looking around to find Ella. I looked up and saw she was in the tent next to ours playing beer pong with some Notre Dame fans. Except she doesn't drink beer. I walked over to inspect the situation and realized her and her partner were drinking cranberry vodkas instead of beer.
Wow, this is going to get interesting, I thought.
There were about 8-10 guys in this tent and they were all pretty buzzed (so were we though) and the testosterone was flowing. I made my way back to our tent and was just chilling in a chair listening to the activities next door. Ella was obviously impressing the boys with her liquor drinking...and more.
I heard a few remarks like, "Damn, this girl can really drink her liquor." and "You said you were married? Well where is your husband? He might want to get here soon before we start taking advantage of your drunk ass".
I could tell she didn't mind the attention since she was joking and teasing right back.
"You guys are too funny. I am not that drunk. You need to be nice and take good care of me while my husband is gone." She teased.
When I heard that, I reached into the cooler and grabbed two more beers. I needed to be a little more drunk if this day was going to keep going in this direction. I cracked one open and took a walk toward the woods to take a leak.
I was almost back to the tent and I could see Ella was sitting there chatting with her partner from the previous beer pong game. He was leaning over and whispering something in her ear with his hand on her thigh. She was laughing and looked like she was having a good time.
No harm done. I loved seeing her like this. Every guy in that tent wanted her and she knew it and loved being the center of attention. I didn't mind because I knew it would most likely lead to hot sex for me later on.
When I got back into the tent Ella stood up and walked over to me. "Hun, I have some bad news. I lost the beer pong game and the bet that went along with it."
"That's alright. You will get them next time...Wait, there was a bet?" I asked.
Right then, her partner stood up and walked over. Ella introduced him as "her partner that sucked at beer pong". Come to find out, he was some lawyer from Ann Arbor. Probably in his mid-40s, but looked pretty young for his age. His name was Dan.
"So, what was the bet?" I questioned again.
"Well, the bet was that if my team lost, I would go without my bra and panties for the rest of the day." she said with a sexy little smirk on her face.
My eyes immediately went down to her breasts to see if she had gone through with it or not. Sure enough, I could see her nipples starting to become rather visible through her tight t-shirt. I was a little upset and angry for two reasons. 1.) My wife must have put on a little show for the guys while removing her bra and panties. 2.) I missed the show.