This is the story of how I discovered my wife knew one of my professional football idols when she was in college. My wife and I are doctors. We are both surgeons. Before medical school my wife attended a very well-known Division 1 college in the south. While she was attending college, she worked as an athletic trainer for the football team. As a trainer, she helped the athletes with health-related issues. This, as it turned out, was great experience before she went to medical school. We met at medical school. It didn't take long before we realized we were meant for each other and we got married. We have been married for about eight years.
One day, we were watching TV. The local news station announced that D'Marcus Merritt had been traded from one of the pro football teams in New York, to our local team. D'Marcus was one of the best wide receivers that have ever played the game. I tried to watch every game he played in, and although he played for another team in our division, I had his jersey and wore it every Sunday. The local sports talking heads blabbered on about how he was getting old and wasn't as talented as he used to be. I was about to scream at the TV when Ann, my wife, screamed first. She looked at the TV and said, "oh baby, he has talents that you don't even know about." I turned and looked at her and chuckled. Then I told her to not be shy and tell them how she really felt.
Ann was visibly upset with their comments. I asked her why they set her off. She just shook her head and said that he was very talented and they didn't know what they were talking about. I let that sleeping dog lie for a while before I was going to probe the question again.
A few hours later, she had cooled off a bit and we were snuggling on the couch together. I asked her why the talking heads on TV set her off. Ann dodged the question for a bit. I probed and she finally said that she knew him when he played in college and that he was a really nice guy and an amazing athlete and those TV guys were just jealous. I was like, WHAT? You knew D'Marcus in college? She said yes, without any emotion. I asked her if she had lost her mind. She knew I was a superfan of his, I had his jersey, I cheered for him every weekend, yet she never mentioned that she knew him. Why? She said it was no big deal, she knew a lot of athletes, because she was a trainer.
At this point I was facing her directly. I asked her how well did she knew him? Ann said she knew him very well. I begged her to tell me everything. She said I didn't want to know. I continued to press. Finally, out of frustration she said she would tell me but I couldn't get mad or say anything to her about it afterwards. I was like, ok, what?
Ann said that as a wide receiver D'Marcus had explosive speed. His anatomy was such that he could run faster than anyone else on the team or anyone that would have to defend him. However, the way he was built, he was constantly getting groin pulls. Ann had taken a number of classes in therapeutic massage, so she was the trainer that would rub down the players after the game. Her job was to release the stress and strain on the muscles, so that the players could bounce back fast. Ann said that her first patient was D'Marcus.
One day, in the third quarter, D'Marcus came up lame and he was brought into the locker room. They laid him on the table and the team doctor examined him. The doctor turned to Ann and said all he needed was a good rub down to release the muscle. The doctor turned and left and she told D'Marcus to undress and put a towel around his waist. D'Marcus did as he was told and hopped back on the table. Ann lubed up her hands and started just above his right knee and worked her way up his thigh. As she got to the towel covered area, she said the head of his cock peaked out from underneath. She played it cool and kept working the muscles. However, D'Marcus had a hard time controlling the snake below the towel and out of the blue, the towel popped straight up and hung off his hard cock. Ann said she turned beet red. D'Marcus apologized and said that he wasn't use to getting a massage so close to his "junk". Ann played it cool and finished the massage. She said that he stayed rock hard the whole time. Needless to say, I asked her how big his cock was. Ann looked at me and said I didn't want to know, then told me to shut up and listen. She was only telling this story once.
She said that the next game ended the exact same way. D'Marcus had a groin pull in the third quarter and Ann was told to rub it out. Once again, he got rock hard, but this time he got hard as soon as she touched him. Ann said she tried to be as cool as she could be, but D'Marcus pulled the towel off of himself and told her that there was no need to be modest, she had already seen him. Ann found herself being distracted. She said that his cock was very dark Black with a pink tip. His foreskin sat about halfway down the tip, like a fleshy turtleneck. Ann looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and told me, "honey, his cock was beautiful." My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour.
She then looked at me with some puppy dog eyes and said, "So." I was like, SO? Ann looked at me and said she reached down, lifted his thick cock up off his belly, then moved her head down and began to put it into her mouth. I nearly shit myself right here. What? You sucked his cock in the locker room during a game? She looked at me and told me to be quiet until she was finished. Ann went on. She told me that his cock was rock hard and very warm. It was very thick and she had a hard time getting much of it in her mouth, but she tried as hard as she could. The game was on the TV in the locker room and she could see it only had six minutes before it finished. She said she tried sucking him off the best she could but her head was in the wrong position to give him a proper blow job.