My husband said it was a bad idea. I thought it was genius. We live less than ten minutes from the stadium and we have a spare bedroom and bath... Why not rent it out for the big weekend? He said we would probably end up with someone weird or creepy who would kill us, rob us blind, or at least trash the house. Well... the house got trashed before by members of his family who were definitely not paying guests, so, honestly, I was not worried about that at all. But being the good wife and nice girl that I am, I didn't say anything and let it drop.
Except that I kept thinking about it. I mean, it makes sense: Hotels overcharge and book up quickly for such a big event, I might help someone out and make some cash, tax free, for myself, all at the same time. Everybody wins, right?
When it turned out that my husband was going to have to work on that weekend, I made my decision: I would do it, and behind my husband's back. I figured I would buy him something nice too from the money I would make to ease my guilty conscience.
I put an ad online: "Small (Queen) bedroom and private bathroom in private residence available for rent for Super Bowl weekend. Must apply via email and interview via skype. Rate is negotiable."
Well! The following days were a flurry of assorted scariness, indecent proposals and rudeness, all sorts of "offers" flooding in. After a lot of skyping I grew discouraged and was starting to wonder if hubby was right after all. Since I was going to be alone in the house with these strangers I wanted to be sure that I would be safe, and none of my candidates gave me that feeling. I got to the point where I was ready to abandon the whole idea.
Two days before the game, though, I skyped with a very nice couple from California, Cathy and Tom. They were about 15 years older than me, and had just managed to get tickets for the game. They wanted to drive through the night and arrive on Sunday morning, go straight to the stadium and tailgate, then spend Sunday night here at the house. We had a very lively and amiable chat during which I instantly felt comfortable with them, and I decided, you know what... Let's just do it.
Suddenly, though, I got really nervous.. What had I done! In order to calm my self down I spent the rest of that day and the next day cleaning my house and shopping for groceries. A text message came through late Saturday night informing me that Cathy and Tom were just now leaving their home in Northern California. While they drove, I slept, or tried to sleep, still hoping that they would not turn out to be blackmailers or kidnappers or crazy axe murderers!
Cathy and Tom arrived mid morning, and to my very great relief they were warm and friendly people, perfectly normal and just glad to have found accommodation at short notice. They dropped their overnight bags in the spare room and freshened up, and gave me the agreed upon amount in cash, before leaving for the stadium and leaving me to dream about all the things I could afford to buy now!
Since I didn't want to give them a key I stayed up and waited for them to return, and it was very late when they finally came dragging in. Clearly it had been an enjoyable time for them and their favorite team even won the trophy, they were in a near euphoric mood... as well as slightly inebriated! They made some excuse about "long day" and "no sleep last night" and disappeared into their bedroom. I was about ready for bed myself, went and brushed my teeth, and crawled under the covers.
Some time later, something woke me up. I'm usually a sound sleeper but man, there was some serious ruckus coming from next door... It only took me a minute to realize what was going on: My houseguests were enjoying a romp in my spare room! I lay still and listened for a while... I could hear Tom saying something and Cathy responding with a moan, the bed was creaking, some wheezing and some grunting... I imagined what they would look like, Tom with his salt and pepper hair and hairy arms probably had a hairy chest, he was tall and athletic... Cathy was voluptuous like me, but shorter, and with tits bigger than mine and brown, curly hair... I imagined them fucking, their sweaty bodies colliding, living out the day's excitement on each other, fueled by alcohol... When I closed my eyes I could see in my mind how Tom might be on top of Cathy, her legs wide open, receiving him, her nails scratching down his back in ecstasy... Or maybe she was riding on top of him, her head flung back, his hands mauling her tits...
My hands caressed my body as I was imagining these things and before I knew it, I was touching myself. The noises coming from the other room aroused me to no end and my pussy was sopping wet. I held my lips open with one hand and rubbed with the other, circling my clit a few times and then plunging two fingers inside my cunt. Back and forth I would go, driving myself crazy to the point where I was writhing on my bed and panting, oblivious to the world...
I was so engrossed in pleasuring myself that I didn't notice that the noises next door had gone quiet... Until I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It scared me half to death and I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Dee? Is everything alright?" That was Cathy's voice.
Oh God, how embarrassing!!
"Yes, of course... Are you guys alright?"
"Oh, we're fine... I think Tom has fallen asleep though, are you up for a chat?"
"Sure, hang on!" I said, thinking I would meet her in the living room and maybe have a glass of wine.
Instead, she opened my bedroom door and let herself in. She sat on my bed, wearing only an oversized t-shirt, and started to tell me about their day, about the game and the people they met. I noticed she was shivering, it does get cold at night even during Arizona winters, and I invited her to cuddle into the foot end of my blanket, which she gladly did. We ended up talking as if we had known each other for years, quickly moving on to personal topics, and giggling like school girls about the things we had in common. I felt very comfortable with her and didn't mind when she moved in closer and started to brush over my arm.
"You know, Dee," she said, "Can I say something to you?"
