Steve Murphy cursed his luck as he knew his wife would be pissed that he missed most of her corporate softball game. He got busy doing various chores around the house when an hour after the game started he remembered that she had a game today. He got into his truck and sped off for the local softball field in hopes to catch the last inning or two.
When he got to the field cars and other vehicles were leaving, he missed the game. One of his wife's coworkers told him she was at the pavilion with a few of the other players drinking beer. Apparently they lost by a pretty big score and they figured they needed to cool off.
Steve walked towards the pavilion where he could only see three people sitting on the picnic tables with their backs to him. The one in the middle was his wife Shelly; on either side of her were two of her coworkers. One of them a big tall guy with a strong muscular build who played first base whom he knew as Bill and the other was Jackson a skinny black kid who usually played shortstop for them.
They were still totally oblivious to Steve's presence as he was almost to the opening of the pavilion. He suddenly stopped dead in my tracks when Bill leaned down and kissed my wife full on the lips. Wanting to see how far his wife would let this go he quickly his behind one of large corner support beams for the pavilion.
"Bill, stop it!" she laughed breaking the kiss.
"Sorry Shelly, watching your fine ass and those long tan legs all softball season has gotten me all worked up." He explained.
"Where is your husband today?" asked Jackson.
"He probably forgot all about our game today." She sighed before downing her beer.
"Well seeing how he is not here." Bill said handing her another from a cooler.
"Why not, might as well have some fun today." She said.
Steve stood and watched his wife drink several more beers; she fought off the busy hands of her two coworkers for a while as well. He was sure that they both got a good feel of her small 34c tits, and they rubbed the soft tanned skin of her inner thighs.
Everything got real quiet and he realized that Bill was now kissing his wife on the lips again. Only this time with the help of several more beers and the fact she was pissed off he did not show for the game she did not make any effort to stop him.
He could hear his wife moan softly, Jackson had gotten up from where he was sitting and he positioned himself between Shelly's legs. The black guy pulled down the tight spandex shorts she was wearing; he then spread her legs and got to where he could lick her pussy.
"Oh shit Jackson, stop that." She said feebly attempting to push his head away.
Jackson had one hand hold the fabric of her thong away from her pink pussy lips, the other arm was now wrapped around her waist so she could not get away. Bill released his embrace and got up behind her; he reached down and pulled her softball tee shirt off. Then he pulled the athletic bra she was wearing up enough to expose her tits, he cupped them and then leaned in to lick the nipples.
"Pleaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeee stooooooooopppppppppppp!" she moaned aloud, the licking Jackson was doing must have been having some effect.
"No way, I've wanted a chance like this for a long time." Bill said. "This whole season has been a big waste; we should at least get to fuck the hottest bitch on the team."
"OH FUCK, OOOOOOHHHH Jacksoooooooooon I'm cumming." Shelly moaned loudly.
Bill now stood up and pulled his sweatpants down; the man had an average sized cock as far as length goes. The cock was as thick as a beer can; he grabbed it and pushed it in front of Shelly's face. She slowly reached up and began to stroke it; finally he grabbed her head and urged her to suck it. She had some trouble adjusting to the girth, finally she was gagging on Bill's thick member.