Super Bowl Funday

Every time we have couples over, my husband Figgy and our friend Clarence get into an argument about LGBTQ+. Every time. I'm sick of it. So this time I make a statement.

"Take your dispute into another room," I say. "None of us want to hear you argue. This is supposed to be a pleasant social visit."

Figgy doesn't want to leave the room. I know why. He is afraid of Clarence and deep down he knows he is wrong. Things escalate when Figgy says something offensive and close minded.

For the first time, I got them to continue their argument in the guest bedroom. Things got real loud and then it was crickets. The walls are thin, so any sound could be heard. In between, it sounded like there was a little bit of a scuffle. After the silence, we all heard what sounded like some loud smacks. It actually sounded like someone was getting a spanking.

Smack! Smack!

"What's that noise?" One of the girls asked.

If I didn't know any better, that sounds like someone is getting a spanking!

Smack! Smack!

"How embarrassing! Two guys leave the room to argue and now one of them is spanking from the other."

Smack! Smack! The swats continued.

Now all the girls were really curious; all the guys just wanted to talk about the upcoming Super Bowl. The girls looked to me for guidance. If someone was getting spanked, it would very likely be my husband (not the other way around).

I decided to discreetly check on the boys in the other room. The door was closed to just a crack. But with the bedroom light on, I could clearly see what was happening. Clarence was holding Figgy down over his lap and spanking my husband's bare white ass with Figgy's own belt. Which was removed from Figgy's pants and were now resting at his ankles. Clarence must have pulled his shirt up over Figgy's head, because all I could see was his completely naked pale white body with bunched up clothes at both his head and his feet. I imagined that my husband was wrestled into being trapped by his own clothing. And now he'd find it increasingly difficult to fend off Clarence's large black hand using the belt to land smack after resounding hard smack on Figgy's exposed ass.

I must've been right. Figgy seemed to be resisting less and less giving in to the humiliating spanking I'm sure he deserved. I found it to be kind of erotic, to be honest. Seeing my husband being held accountable for some of his shitty comments was cool, but the humiliating spanking was sexy. I even thought I was getting turned on, so I felt it best to just get back to the party.

In the other room, the girls wanted to know what was happening. All the guys had already headed to the patio to stand around the keg, to talk football, not even noticing Clarence's or Figgy's absence. I decided to tell the girls. It served my husband right for his shitty behavior. Hearing about it meant that they all now wanted to watch. I gave my approval, only I requested that they peek through the door discreetly so that Figgy and Clarence wouldn't be aware they were there.

One by one each of the girls went to look through the cracked bedroom door. Each one returned with a flushed look on their face. For us girls, this was one of the most exciting things to happen at one of our parties since...well, since ever.

When it was my second turn to peek, I was shocked at how red my husband's ass had become in such a short time. Clarence was getting payback for all of Figgy's bullshit comments. His ass was a deep crimson color. While I was peering, I noticed Clarence had discovered the lotion I store on the bedside table. He was applying it to Figgy's tender ass as perhaps a peace offering. I was so turned on, I started touching myself through my clothes.

I had the perfect view. When Clarence opened Figgy's butt cheeks and started rubbing the lotion directly on my husband's butt hole, a moan escaped from my mouth. Clarence must've heard me as he suddenly looked up. I skedaddled. I mustn't tell anyone what I just saw. I think Clarence just inserted a finger into Figgy's butt. I'm pretty sure that's what I just saw.

Now it was my turn to return with flushed cheeks.

"They're finishing up. No more sneaking. I almost got caught peeking."

I replayed the vision in my mind. It was what I saw. And good thing I told everyone they were done, because shortly after, Clarence appeared. He headed to the patio for a beer giving me a glare as he passed by.

Everyone acted like nothing happened. It was like one big secret with each woman knowing a part of it. As our couple friends slowly left, Figgy never reappeared. I went to check on him. He tried to act like nothing happened. So obviously, he didn't know that the girls and I witnessed his spanking. When I inquired about the smacking noises, my husband said they were just farting around and changed the subject.

"So everything is okay between you two?"

"Yup, yeah. Everything is fine," Figgy said lying straight to my face.

One Week Later

One week later, we were all together again. It was the Friday night before Super Bowl Sunday. And before the football fixation took over among the boys, Figgy got into it with Clarence again. What? He didn't learn his lesson?

"You really want to go there again?" Clarence called out Figgy.

The girls all did. I thought that somehow Figgy thought that if he didn't leave the living room this time he'd be safe. My husband was grandstanding. Oh boy, this is going to backfire on him. Clarence just sat there quiet. He didn't need words. His spanking hand would do his communicating. It wasn't a question of if; just the answer of when.

"Keep talking smart guy, this won't end well for you," Clarence quietly and firmly stated.

The girls goaded Figgy. He stupidly took the bait. The table was getting set for another ass blistering spanking. Only the football tools and Figgy didn't see what was coming. My husband still figured that he'd just not ever agree to hash this out in the bedroom and--when mentioned--refused to do so.

I devised a plan. I told my friend Vika to go use the hallway bathroom and don't come out until 'I text you to do so'. That way Figgy--whose bladder was about to burst--will have to use the master bathroom. It worked. Perfectly. When Figgy went to relieve himself, I looked at Clarence and said, "If you need to sort out your differences with my husband, your welcome to use the master bedroom."

He picked up the hint quickly. The next thing Figgy knew, after peeing, was that he was trapped in the master bedroom alone with Clarence and was now having to deal with the consequences of his shitty attitude. This time, I'm pretty certain, Clarence left the door ajar on purpose. The idea being that, if someone happened to be standing in the doorway, they'd have a clear viewing angle to see everything that was happening.

And happening it was. Foolishly, Figgy resisted Clarence whereby Clarence had to wrestle Figgy into submission. It wasn't long before Figgy was forced across Clarence's lap for an even harder spanking. Clarence was really going to hold him accountable this time, beginning with stripping off every shred of Figgy's clothes. Shit!

The girls rotated turns watching from the doorway. No reason to miss any of this show. Figgy was none the wiser. With his bare ass pointed at the door, he had no idea who was behind him. And that bare ass went from white to pink to red to dark red to reddish brown. Clarence found my hairbrush from the bathroom and used that for his spanking tool. Figgy was actually crying and apologizing profusely while begging for forgiveness. Clarence would glance up periodically to make sure that every woman at the party got a glimpse of his handiwork.

My favorite part of these spankings is the lotion application. Clarence showed some (momentary) sympathy after the spanking and rubbed rose scented lotion into Figgy's punished ass cheeks. But this time around Clarence was definitely going to humiliate my husband further. He began inserting a full finger into Figgy's accepting ass while lotioning his crimson butt cheeks. I decided I wasn't going to give up my turn and would just stay watching in the doorway. I wasn't leaving. This was too incredible to miss. A big black finger sliding into a little white butt that offered no resistance.

I was masturbating while standing in the doorway. And because I didn't leave when my turn was up, Vika showed up. We now had two of us standing and kneeling silently in the doorway. Very silently.

Before too long, five girls lined the partially cracked open door from floor to the top of the door frame with each of us in various standing, crouched and kneeling positions. Each of us were still and silent. Clarence could see we were there.

"Okay, my little Figgy piggy, it's time for more consequences that are the result of your actions," Clarence said loud enough for all of us to hear. My cock is either going in your butt or in your mouth. Do you want to choose or should I?

The girls gasped so loud, I was sure Figgy would hear us. Nope. Whew.

"Clarence, you should know that I'm not gay."

"Well you sure seem to respond to my finger in your butt, so I'm thinking you're going to like have my cock up in there as well."

"Can we stop all of this, if I promise to not make any more inflammatory comments?" Figgy said as if attempting a negotiation.

"That's what you said last time. So, NO. From now on, every time you misbehave, your consequence is cock. My cock. Every time you are bad you will be spanked and service my cock. Maybe your behavior and attitude will finally change." Clarence stated the new behavior rules.

"Okay, okay. I agree. I promise there won't be a next time and if there is I'll get punished."

Figgy attempted to get up sending all us girls scrambling away from the door.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Clarence asked while forcing Figgy back down to a subservient position.

"I said that I agreed that the next time..."

Clarence cut him off.

"I said from NOW on. Meaning now. I'm teaching you a lesson. Holding you accountable right now. Then we'll both know that if you ever misbehave again, deep down, you want this. That really, you're actions suggest that you're asking for cock."

Clarence wrestled my husband into complete submission like a superior cage fighter who wouldn't let Figgy tap out.

"Now what's it gonna be?!" Clarence demanded while spanking Figgy's ass again.

Figgy was out of options.

"It's only this one time, right?" Figgy asked meekly as if he was conceding that he should receive his punishment.

"As long as you behave, it is only this once. How are you going to apologize to my cock? Am I going to wash your mouth out with cum or am I cleansing your colon with a jism enema?"

With the room quiet again, all the girls lined up to see what was happening in the master bedroom. We were shocked to see how things had escalated. Figgy was on his knees--his freshly reddened butt facing the door--unzipping Clarence's pants and retrieving his large black cock from the trousers. He then proceeded to put his lips around the massive head and take the dick into his mouth. How could this be? Why would he choose to suck Clarence's cock?

For the five of us girls, who often talk about how hot gay male porn is, the exhibition we were about to watch would be a lifetime highlight. I didn't care if it was at my husband's expense. He deserved this consequence with his hideous mouthy behavior.

Figgy's head was bobbing up and down on Clarence's beautifully large cock. With his knees spread, all us girls could see Figgy's balls hanging below his still-red spanked ass. And his penis, which was soft and dangling just minutes before, slowly rose and escaped out of our view. The little fucker was getting a hard on from sucking Clarence's big black cock. How about that?! His penis was poking out straight in front of him and out of our view.

Clarence rested one hand on Figgy's head. He wanted to be able to grab Figgy's hair and manipulate his skull at any given moment. Clarence bitch slapped Figgy twice telling him to get into it! I'm going to masturbate later thinking about how crazy hot it was seeing my husband getting bitch-slapped while sucking suck. Maybe my husband needs to start sucking my dildo.

"Suck my cock, bitch! Get ready to eat my cum!"

I almost fainted hearing Clarence berate my husband. The girls liked that I liked it, too. That idea that I was not trying to stop the punishment, that everyone knew my husband deserved this, coupled with the thought that it turned me on, gave them the freedom to enjoy this incredibly hot scene, too. We've all watched BDSM gay porn, but it's different live. It was especially hot because we all fantasize about black men.

What a sight this was. A pathetic pale, white male on his knees sucking a fully dressed handsome black man's cock. His lips perfectly wrapped around Clarence's shaft sucking shamelessly like a woman hungry for a sperm snack. Five women in the doorway--each becoming hornier by the minute--watching; One spanked nude husband on his knees sucking, clueless to his audience.

Clarence interlocked his fingers behind Figgy's head. His grip was far too strong for Figgy to fight off having his head manipulated like a giant stress ball. Figgy knew this was going from bad to worse. Clarence moved Figgy's head like a baker working dough, tossing it around and moving it at will. The head of Clarence's cock was hitting the back of his Figgy's mouth causing him to gag on the possible throat intrusion. Of course, Clarence didn't care. He planned on pushing his cock deeper at the moment of orgasm. That should be a sufficient enough humiliation to teach Figgy to keep his mouth shut.

"Breath through your nose or you'll regret it," Clarence said, which was his only warning.

And just like in porn where the dude pushes deeper and holds the position upon climaxing, Clarence firmly pushed his cock into Figgy's throat until his balls were hanging directly under Figgy's chin. Figgy's swallowing and gagging reflex only served to massage Clarence's shaft while pulse after pulse propelled sperm bullets through his shaft into Figgy's esophagus. There was no need to contemplate or discuss whether this load of sperm would get swallowed. It was past that. Clarence eliminated the need for that decision by depositing stream after stream straight into Figgy's stomach. The load was so deep into Figgy's gullet it's doubtful he even tasted any of it. As I had been slowly circling my clit with a finger, I had an orgasm standing there watching in the doorway. All of my girlfriends noticed. We all decided to scramble out of there before my moaning led to us getting caught peering.

When Clarence zipped up, he noticed Figgy's penis sticking out like a four inch mini cucumber. Short, but real stiff, with pre-cum oozing from its head.

"Looks like someone enjoyed giving his first blowjob," Clarence laughed. "I guess we will have to watch and see how you behave next time I come over."

One Hour Later

After quite a bit of time passed, I went to check on Figgy who hadn't come out of the bedroom.

"Is everything okay?" I quizzed Figgy. "I mean, you've been gone a long time. And Clarence has been wondering where you were."

"Why are you bugging me? No, I mean yes, geez, everything is fine, geez. What did Clarence say?"

"He says you two finally worked out your differences and that you've come to see the damage of your shitty ways."

Super Bowl Funday

It was Super Bowl Sunday. For the girls, we renamed the day to Super Bowl Funday. While everyone was over, I noticed that Figgy didn't ever lift his head around Clarence. He was afraid to look him in the eye. I guess getting spanked twice and sucking our friends' cock is humiliating enough to remind him to keep his mouth shut. For hours before kick-off, Figgy didn't say a word.

I pulled Clarence aside and said that I wanted, that I needed, to see this happen again. Please! Seriously, please!

He explained the deal he had with my husband.

Figgy can get a little cocky when he drinks, so I refilled his beer constantly before the opening kick off. It was working. I started to language bait him and that was working, too. I was getting wet between my legs.

And then he blew it and blurted out something awful.

Clarence stood up. Figgy's face was redder than when his ass got spanked. Without hesitating, he followed Clarence. I wasn't expecting this to happen so quickly and certainly not right this minute.

"Where are those two going? The big game is about to start!"

Sounds would soon make it clear to those in our group with the discerning ear.

Smack! Smack!

The boys--seemingly not distracted by the sound of a loud spanking on just the other side of the TV wall--turned up the volume to drown out the noise.

Smack! Smack!

"Sounds like someone is getting a spanking for having a foul mouth," Vika said loud enough for everyone to hear. Only it seemed like the girls were the only ones who cared.

When Figgy followed Clarence into the spare bedroom, he didn't put up any resistance. He just took off all his clothes and draped himself over Clarence's lap even providing his belt to be used as his punishment tool. I wish I could have seen that.

Us girls were planning to sneak to watch; the game hadn't started yet. And just as the TV was muted for a pregame commercial, the sounds from the other room resonated in a more recognizable way than the spanking. There was an unmistakable noise emanating that everyone could recognize. You see, it was the thumping of the headboard hitting periodically against the wall.

Every dude knows what that sound means! They know that intercourse is happening just beyond that wall.

"What the fuck, man?! Who's banging in the bedroom?!" One male guest asked.

It was funny to me that football was more important to all the guys than taking a moment to solve this inquiry. How hard is it to look around the room and see who is missing?

The sound of fucking was filling everyone's ears. The thin walls were no match for the thumping headboard and the squeaking bed springs. A thorough fucking was taking place and all the girls knew who was giving it to whom.

The guys went back to pretending it wasn't happening because it was Super Bowl Sunday and the champs just kicked off.

So I got up to use the bathroom to glimpse this incredible action. I peeked through the cracked door. My husband was pinned against the headboard. Figgy's legs were draped over Clarence's shoulders and his ass was raised. Picture an ass fuck in the missionary position where the bottom has their ankles in the sky.

I pushed the door open so Clarence could see me looking. Clarence has a nice toned body with a muscular and sexy black ass. Seeing his balls slapping against Figgy's milky white skin was incredible. I was so turned on I had forgotten to pee. The thumping slowed down to a rhythmic pounding cadence signalling the onslaught of an orgasm.

Dang! The girls are going to be so disappointed. This happened so fast; no one got to watch, but me. I was so overcome by the turn on of the sexual humiliation of my husband, I momentarily lost control of my bladder and started to pee in my pants.

A Few Minutes Later

Clarence was back in the main room watching the Super Bowl acting as if nothing had happened. Figgy returned twenty minutes later--a disheveled mess. The first quarter was over. He was sweating and his shirt was half tucked in. If this didn't send the message to everyone about who just got fucked, the circular wet stain on the lower butt of his pants clearly announced the information, as well. Obviously, Clarence didn't wear a condom. But laughingly, none of the football tools noticed.

"Hey, what's the score? I'm sorry for the noise we were making in the room. I think we finally figured out how to stabilize that bed. But I'm guessing it sounded kinda weird out here."