MY WIFE LINDSAY SHRIKED "I WANNA GET FUCKED SO BAAAAD" while her wet cunt spasmed around my penis. I held her hips tighter, ramming my pelvis into her butt, shoving my cock deeper into that quivering juicy vagina from behind. Her fourth orgasm of our bedtime fucking was the hardest of the night, making her shiver and shake and gasp for air. It was delicious. It put me over the edge, and I shot my load into her cunt.
Drained, her body fell away from my penis onto the bedsheets. Her long dark, reddish hair was matted from all the sweat, tangled from me pulling at it. Her 34B-cup tits glistened with perspiration, her knobby pink nipples pointing straight out for the last 90 minutes. And her shaved pussy, over her long legs, was smeared in a mixture of her pussyjuice, my cum and our sweat. That 5-foot-6 frame of hers, a divine size 6, smelled like a gymnasium from our animal fucking.
We'd gotten so turned on talking about our upcoming Superbowl party, three nights away. We'd planned every detail meticulously. She couldn't wait for it, and neither could I. She even stopped slutting around for the last 2 weeks, a lifetime by her standards. She wanted to SAVE all that sexual energy. We laughed, collapsing on the bed together, that maybe she'd wasted some of that energy tonight, but I assured her that a good slut like her would find all the energy she needed.
The next three days passed slowly, but finally it was Super Sunday. The early afternoon we spent getting the preparations -- beer of all kinds, chips n dips, and pizza ingredients to make some pies. Then with my help we got Linsday ready. We jointly shaved her pussy, legs and armpits; we wash her hair thoroughly; amply dapped not-so-subtle perfumes; and I watched her apply just a dash of makeup to her eyes. Then she put on the outfit we'd planned: first a white high-cut thong, which arches over her hips and diving down inside her buttcrack so her ass looked almost naked. She also put on a bikini top, made of thin-fabric triangles barely surrounding her 34B tits with a strap behind her back and a second strap around her neck. Then she put on a tight haltertop that showed tummy, and a pair of white cotton short-shorts that clung to her skin so tight like it's painted on.
To get her all horny, right before everyone started showing up, I make Lindsay watch me strip and I jerked myself off on the bed, getting a couple of minutes' help with her sucking my penis, until I cummed hard all over myself. The relief was great, for me at least. Lindsay, being the 27 year old slut she is, was forced to do nothing but lick my salty gooey cum off of my skin, and she dutifully swallowed it good. It leaves her so wet in her tight thong and shorts.
The game kicked off around 6:18, but the guys come over by 5. We set this up through the Internet; it's all local guys, but none she'd met in person. To entice them, I let each of them have phonesex with her that week. And, at my request, each guy shows up at the party with a Bill of Health -- you know, a negative blood test result dates within the last week. So much more fun when you aren't worrying about shit.
When each guy walks in the house, she get eyes instantly ravaging her body. The guys are:
-- Alan, a studly and muscular white guy with short-cut brown hair, married and about 35 years old, 6-2, 200 lb;
-- Bob, a young single guy with longish brown hair, 5-9 180#, he's 24 years old;
-- Chris, curly blonde-haired 31 year old single cutie, he's short (5-6) and wirey (150 lb);
-- Dave, a brown-haired married 28 year old, a little taller (5-10) and lanky (165 lb); and
-- Earl, a light-skinned black guy who's 30 and single, former football player, he's 6-0 and a muscular 210lb.
They were all nice guys -- and, better, horny guys. The two married guys, Alan and Dave, made appropriate lies to their wives to come to the party. Earlier that week I even talked to both wives, you know, calling them to ask if Alan/Dave were there, so the wives knew their hubbies were actually going to a superbowl party and not out cheating with some slutty married whore.
As they arrived, everyone hooked up with beer and kicked back on chairs around our big-screen TV, watching the pregame, but always keeping eyes on Lindsay. As she walked around in her tight outfit, she could tell the guys were staring at her ass as she bend over, and at her tits too. She winked often and giggled, which she does alot anyway, but especially when she's horny for cock. Lindsday I'm sure saw everyone's rock-hard cocks in their pants, bulging and huge, everyone is so hard to give her hours of pleasure.
We draw lots before the game, do a "grid" pool. That's where we set up a chart, with 10 row and 10 columns, each one numbered 0 through 9 down the side and across the top. Then each guy picks one box, one at a time, taking turns going around the room. Since there are 5 guys, each guy gets 20 boxes. So any box is uniquely identified by two digits, the row number and column number. We assign the row numbers to the NFC team, and the AFC team gets the other. Most people are familiar with Superbowl pools like this, I didn't invent it. I just, um, kind of changed the prizes for the winners.
We go over the rules too. Anyone that breaks the rules gets tossed from the house; but they all look like nice guys, so it won't be a problem. Each time any team scores a fieldgoal, Lindsay would give everyone a kiss for 30 seconds, but no one can touch her body during that kiss other than, obviously, her lips; if a team scores a touchdown, she'd give everyone a kiss for 60 seconds, and their hands can wander over any part of her body except her crotch. (That'll make her busy for 5 minutes after each touchdown.) Each guy that wins the pool at the end of each quarter gets a blowjob, either in front of everyone or in private for only ME to watch. Otherwise everyone's willies stay in their pants.
The game kicks off. We had Lindsay in the TV room assembling the pizzas while we watch the game. Fortunately, the NFC teams scores a TD on its first drive, so with hoots and hollars Lindsay walk around the room, moving over to each guy's chair, bending over each guy, and give out long 60 second sloppy tonguey kisses. Five pairs of hands cup her tits and slide around her covered ass and naked thighs. Each guy kisses different, smells different, but they all wanted her so bad. I just remained in a chair in the corner watching contendedly, all of these males enjoying my young slut wife's hot body. Then the other team gets a field goal later in the first quarter, and Lindsay went around again giving shorter kisses but not getting touched. Meanwhile Lindsay also assembled the pizzas for the oven, and got everyone refills of beer and chips.
The pool is an interesting dynamic; the "leader" at this point in the game was Alan, who has square number NFC 7 / AFC 3, which is the last digit of each team's current score. Other guys are rooting for another score by the end of the quarter, so the score at the end of the quarter matches their boxes. Like, Bob wants the NFC to get a quick touchdown so the score would be 14-3, because he has box NFC 4 / AFC 3.
But it doesn't happen, no scores for rest of quarter, so studly manly married Alan wins. First, he gets to take off Lindsay's first piece of clothing, which I decreed would be her haltertop. (The guys mourned the lost opportunity to remove her shorts.) With more giggles, Lindsday stood in the middle of the room and raised her hands, and Alan slid off her haltertop. The guys admire the shape of her boobs shown by her tight bikini top. Her nipples were so hard, they were piercing through.
Next, and better, Alan gets a blowjob from my slut. He wants it in public, so he lies back in his seat and got Lindsay to kneel between his legs. "Suck my dick baby," he moaned, and believe me, all the other males in the room were watching and muttering the same thing. Alan stared at Lindsay as she pulled his jeans open, and no shit why he wants a public BJ -- he had a massive, 8 inch cock. Thick, huge, he's proud of it. Lindsay grinned at him, smiled quickly at me (because she wanted me to know how badly she loved Alan's big prick), put her head down, and her tongue and lips work on that massive penis while the game goes on behind you. Alan was so hard, soon he squirted his delicious jism down her throat. Lindsay choked it all down, and a round of applause erupted. Then Alan zipped back closed, while Lindsay stood to give us a courtsey and return to fixin' the pizza.
But already in the game the AFC team was driving downfield while she was sucking Alan. There's a fieldgoal, just as Alan blows. Time for more kisses. The guys make Lindsday drink some beer, so she didn't taste like cum, then she gave another round of 30 second kisses. A turnover happens; a couple minutes later the AFC gets its first TD. Now another round of kisses, while the males pawed at her body through her clothing. The guys rubbed her tight hard nipples through her think bikini top, making them ache even more. Linsday's pussy was aching so much inside her tight clothing, she can't wait for more action.