My name is James. I have been married for 4 years to a fantastic woman who is also the hottest woman I have ever known. Her name is Tracy. We met 6 years ago shortly after graduating from Boston University. She has perfect c-cup breasts, a thin and sexy waist, and best of all the best tiny ass ever. She sometimes tans in the summer but she is usually quite pale with dirty blonde hair. I love her immensely and would never do anything that would mess with our relationship.
We often go to local sports events. In August of this year we had tickets to go see a Red Sox game at Fenway Park. Tracy always dressed up so cute for a game. Baseball games were usually jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap with a ponytail pulled through the hole (a very typical look for young women at a ball game). This particular game she went off script by wearing yoga pants. Man does she make me hard in yoga pants. She also had a light zippered sweatshirt on since the evenings could get chilly. We mostly get seats that are pretty affordable. Tonight we were in the right field grandstands which put us high up under the overhang of the roof boxes. It had been raining half the day but it was going to clear up. Sure enough we arrived shortly after the rain had stopped. Unfortunately after finding our seats the rain started up again. We decided to go below to grab a bite and a drink. "I'm getting myself a beer, do you want one too? " I suggested.
"Sure, I'd love one hon" she said while standing in the line to get a snack.
The line for beer was a stone's throw from where Tracy was waiting. I stood in line watching my sexy wife from a distance. The gap between her thighs up to her sweet spot looked so hot in her yoga pants. Just as I was being hypnotized by her legs, ass, and slight cameltoe, I noticed her nipples poking in her t-shirt. Tracy came to the game without a bra on? This wasn't normal for her but I was loving it and starting to sport a noticeable bulge. I was now almost ready to order 2 beers when I became aware that I was not the only one admiring my wifes hot body. In fact it seemed to me like every male in her line of sight was staring at her. Now I was actually starting to shake.
" SIR!!! Can I help you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, two beers please"
I nervously started sucking down my beer while Tracy finished in her line. By the time she was done I had finished my first beer.
The rain continued for over an hour and the grounds crew finally had the field ready a while after that. The teams still had to warm up, after all was said and done the game started 2 hours late. After 2 hours of drinking beer and watching men learing at my wife we were finally seated for the game. Our seats were in an area under the overhang and beyond the Pesky pole. No foul balls could make it up here, the TV cameras are far from here, and it's kind of dark.
"Looks like a lot of people stayed home or went home already" Tracy observed.
"Do you want to leave? " I asked.
"Hell no! Neither of us are working tomorrow, why leave now?"
There was a smattering of people in our immediate vicinity. While the game was progressing I started to feel the beers dulling my senses. My hands began roaming to my wifes sexy thighs and breasts.
"What's that in your pocket?" Tracy joked.
"It's a Fenway frank, want a bite?"
"Haha, very funny" she chuckled.
The pitchers in tonights game were slow movers and the Sox had taken a 8-0 lead after what felt like forever. Many people had started leaving since it was now after 11 pm with several innings left. I was still getting frisky with Tracy. In fact one hand was over her shoulder and down her shirt playing with her nipple as she leaned into me. The other was lightly carressing her vulva that looked so hot in her yoga pants.
Finally the seventh inning stretch had arrived. We needed a stretch even if the stands around us were empty. We got up and walked up a few rows to the walkway at the top. For those unfamiliar with Fenway, it was built in 1912 and has large steel beams all around the stadium. They can be annoying for line of sight in some seats as well. After the two hours in narrow wooden slatted seats, standing up helped regain feeling in our legs. The renewed blood flow in my legs helped me regain a half chub hanging in my pants.
The stands had become nearly deserted now so I began to slide my hand into the back of Tracy's pants. I looked down the walkway and saw only a few distant bodies heading for the exit but nobody near us. "What do you say we go fuck at the car before we leave?" I asked while rubbing her butt cheeks.
"In the parking garage? No way! It smells nasty in there." Tracy objected.
We were standing next to one of the support beams which obstructed the view down the walkway. I moved my hand from the semi innocent beautiful ass rubbing to around her waist where i began to slide my hand into the front of her pants.
Tracy looked directly into my eyes seeing my lust building. I had to wait a second to be able to decifer if she was going to shut me down, but her eyes soon melted into a dreamy, glazed over, horny, submissive look that made my cock strain against my jeans to be staightened out.
There were so many places I wanted to send my hands. I was so turned on by the public playing we were attempting. My cock was throbbing. I slid my right hand up under her shirt to her easily accessible and most luscious tits. Her nipples were already hard as rock. I gently twisted and teased her cute buttons. She began to breathe shallower and faster. I was very content to be rubbing the most magnificent tits in Mass, but I started to hunt my ultimate goal, the place I knew was now waiting and wet. Tracy bent over the railing of the back row to make it easier for my hand to dive deep enough to find her juicy prize. I purposely passed by the goal so that I could cup her entire pussy from top to hole in my hand. I could feel the heat eminating into my hand as I rubbed up and down with my full hand. Tracy moaned, "Oh god, this is so fucking hot".
Finally I slowly slid two fingers into her while checking the walkway up and down for intruders. Nobody was coming yet. But Tracy was getting close already. I slowed my action while straightening my arm down which in turn pulled her pants down with it. I don't think Tracy had foreseen my next move. I slid over behind her and quickly replaced my fingers with my rock hard cock.
"Oh fuck!! What are you doing? Can we really do this here?" Tracy said while nearly hyperventilating.
"There's nobody around, let's go for it."
I begged, sliding the rest of the way in.
I started to pump my cock in and out of her steaming pussy. She was breathing harder and I was trying to get my second hand on her tits. Tracy had her hands on the railing.
I bent over close to her ear and whispered, "You are doing great honey, I love you." The only response I could hear was "Oh my god! Fuuuucck mmmmeeee".
