HUSBAND AND HIS FRIENDS TAKE TURNS FUCKING ME DURING THE SUPER BOWL

I was raised in Bayview... a suburb just south of San Francisco... so I had always been a die-hard 49ers fan growing up. I especially loved the Joe Montana years... but, when Steve Young took over as quarterback, he sort of grew on me... and eventually became my favorite player on the team after Montana got traded to Kansas City.

After high school, I attended UCLA... then was able to land a job a little farther south... in downtown San Diego, once I graduated with my marketing degree.

I met my husband, Alex, at work... actually, he was my boss. Our early ‘dates’ were really just the two of us sneaking around... trying to squeeze in a quick fuck, a blowjob, or a speedy finger-blast during work hours... usually in some obscure conference room, dark corner of the building, or in the back seat of one of our cars at lunchtime. It wasn’t until Alex left the company for a better job at another downtown firm, that we actually started dating like normal people.

A few years later we decided to get married, and moved into a nice house in Granite Hills... a quaint neighborhood about 30 minutes outside of San Diego.

Alex and I built a really good life together. Living and working in San Diego was great, although my childhood heart... and sports team affiliations... will always remain with San Francisco.

Having grown up in Chula Vista, Alex was a deep-seated San Diego Charger fan... and over the years, the two of us had endured many playful, spirited ‘battles’ whenever our two favorite teams met on the football field.

It was January, 1995 when our two teams happened to face-off in the NFL’s Super Bowl... and the excitement level in our home was palpable. Alex decided to invite three of his friends over to watch the big game with us... all of them San Diego Charger fans... which was okay with me. I liked his friends quite a bit, and I was looking forward to spending the day drinking too much beer... eating unhealthy, but delicious comfort food... and exchanging lively football banter with Alex and his buddies.

On game day, I chuckled to myself as I slipped on my 49er-red, Steve Young half-jersey, with his name and number on it... along with tight running shorts that barely covered my ass cheeks. I figured part of my approach to heckling my house full of Charger fans would include a little sexual teasing on my part.

The guys showed up about three hours before the game started. Brad and Nelson drove together, while Clayton came by himself... but all three of them arrived at just about the same time.

I was in the kitchen when I heard them knock... and as I opened the door to let them in, their eyes got big, and their jaws dropped open... all three of them muttering different versions of “Holy shit, Tonya... you look great” as their gazes collectively locked onto my midriff top, stretched across my large, natural breasts... and my barely-there shorts.

My 49ers half-shirt hung loosely over my size 36F melons... the silky top barely covering the flesh of my heavy, swaying tits. The lightweight jersey draped over the tips of my nipples... creating kind of a “shelf”, where it billowed out from my flat torso. I wore nothing underneath, so my breasts were completely unfettered... my underboob clearly visible whenever I moved around the room or raised my arms. Plus, my shirt would ride up... and my tits would dangle free... every time I bent over... so, I knew the guys would be checking me out the entire day... maybe even enough to throw them off their trash-talking game.

My shorts were so tight that the camel toe between my legs was hard to miss... and I could tell by the looks I was getting from Alex and his friends... they were not missing it. I chuckled to myself whenever I caught them checking me out... they could barely keep from staring, as their eyes tracked my bouncing tits and jiggling ass cheeks any time I entered or left the room.

The drinking started immediately... and there was plenty of time to kill before game time, so the five of us lounged together in the living room... sipping on beers and munching on chips, salsa and queso... while watching the pre-game shows on TV... and playfully disparaging our opponent’s chances for victory.

Once the game started, we settled down to watch it through slightly inebriated eyes... bouncing up and down to cheer every first down and completed pass... then swearing at the refs whenever our team got penalized.

The early moments of the game were loud and raucous... with a lot of friendly teasing back and forth among the five of us. But, unfortunately for Alex and his buddies, the Chargers were not having a good day. The 49ers were ahead 28-10 by halftime... then quickly got up by 42-10 in the 3rd quarter.

The guys were unhappy about the game, but seemed willing to assuage their displeasure... by drinking more beer. I was ecstatic about the 49ers’ huge lead, so was happy to celebrate their likely victory... also by drinking more beer... while needling the boys, as they groused and wallowed in their disappointment.

We were all getting a bit tipsy... and before long Alex and his friends were ignoring the game, and shifting their attention.......... to me.

The more they drank, the more flirtatious and handsy they got... and, to be honest, I wasn’t complaining... because the more I drank, the hornier and grabbier I got. I was totally okay with all the bumping, nudging and groping going on... but, this was something new for Alex and me, so I wasn’t at all sure how Alex was going to handle it.

When I went out to the kitchen to get more dip for the group, Nelson followed me, and chatted me up while I tinkered around at the counter, re-filling bowls with salsa and cheese dip. He caught me by surprise when I felt him suddenly move up behind me... reach around under my top, and grab both of my boobs... squeezing and fondling them, as he mumbled into my ear about wanting to do that ever since I opened the door earlier.

I giggled, and looked over my shoulder, whispering, “What the fuck, Nelson... Alex is right in the next room”, but I didn’t do anything to stop the attention he was giving my breasts.

“I know... I was just waiting for you to come into the kitchen so I could get my hands on these puppies... my God, Tonya, they’re incredible... and this little half-shirt doesn’t begin to hide them.”

I put my hand over my mouth to stifle more giggles, as I let him enjoy himself for a few moments... then eventually pushed his hands off my tits, chuckled, and said, “Okay... that’s enough, Nelson... go back into the living room... I need to finish what I’m doing.”

Nelson left... but, before I was done in the kitchen, Clayton came in, saying he needed another beer. I was still working at the counter when I heard the refrigerator door open and close... then felt Clayton step up behind me, almost exactly like Nelson had done... reaching around to grab my pussy with one hand between my legs, and pulling my ass back against the lump in his pants... all while taking a swig of the beer he held in his other hand.

I caught my breath... a bit surprised by the bold move... but not really discouraging it... I mean, Nelson’s hands on my tits had felt great, and I couldn’t deny that Clayton’s bulge against my butt felt pretty damn good, too... and it was huge!

I turned to face Clayton, grinned and whispered, “Seriously, Clay? First Nelson... and now you?”

Still holding his beer, Clayton released my pussy with his free hand... then reached under my midriff top and tweaked both of my nipples, whispering back, “Yeah... Nelson told me... so I just wanted to come out here and get some, too.”

I closed my eyes and moaned softly, as his fingers pulling on my nipples had the desired effect... then opened my eyes, and pulled his hand from under my jersey, saying, “Okay... okay... just go back in the living room now... I’m right behind you.”

I followed Clayton into the living room, then bent over and placed the fresh bowls of salsa and queso on the coffee table... my loose jersey falling away from my heavy breasts... which left them dangling beneath my chest... my stiff nipples standing out in stark relief from my soft, pillowy boobs... everything in clear view of everyone.

When I stood back up, I looked around the room at the guys... noticing that all of them... including Alex... were adjusting their cocks through their pants, and grinning like Cheshire cats.

Smiling at Alex, I said, “What?”

He laughed, and said, “You might as well take off your shirt, Tonya... all the guys have already seen your tits... hell, Nelson says he got to grab himself a handful out in the kitchen.”

I looked at Nelson, and exclaimed, “You told him?”

He laughed, and responded, “Yeah... I couldn’t help it... so far, it’s been the highlight of the day.”

Glancing at each grinning face, and each set of eyes staring at the obvious nipple bumps in my top, I smirked... then, looking straight at Alex... pulled my jersey off over my head, and tossed it on the floor by the sofa.

My boobs sprung free... swaying back and forth, and wobbling a bit as they settled back into place. I turned in different directions... kind of posing... first, with my hands on my hips... then with them over my head... as I gave each of the guys several angles to check out my round, pendulous tits and stiff, rock-hard nipples.

Between all the beer I’d been drinking, and all the attention I’d been getting... especially in the kitchen... I realized I was extremely aroused. I could tell that my pussy was already moist, as I relished four sets of eyes devouring my naked breasts and thick, engorged nipples.

The guys started making comments about my boobs and body... and bragging about their cocks, and what they’d do to me, if they got the chance.

Mixed in with murmurs of appreciation, and comments about my tits, I heard Brad say, “You might as well take off your shorts, too, Tonya... I’d love to get a look at that pussy.”

I laughed... then looked at Alex to see his reaction. He grinned, and said, “You might as well, hon... those shorts aren’t leaving anything to the imagination.”

I was a bit surprised... but pleased... by his reaction, because I was so horny at that moment, I could barely see straight.

So, giggling, I unsnapped my shorts... then started to pull the zipper down... but stopped half-way.

Looking around the room, I said, “Before these shorts come off, I need to see every one of your cocks”, then I grinned, and added, “... and I need some more beer.”

I laughed at how quickly everyone’s pants and underwear ended up on the floor.

I wasn’t all that surprised that all four of them were already semi-hard, but I was surprised at how impressive all their cocks were... long, veiny shafts and bulbous heads draped over their thighs... and each one getting stiffer... as they eyed my jiggling tits, my partially unzipped shorts, and the camel toe between my legs.

Interestingly, their dicks were all about the same size... I knew Alex’s was about 8” long, and the others’ appeared to be pretty similar... although Clayton’s looked a bit longer, and thicker than the rest. Two of them were circumcised, and two were uncut... but, it didn’t matter... they were all gorgeous pricks, and I didn’t need to feel between my legs to know that my pussy was already wet with anticipation of what might happen next.

Nelson stood up... his burgeoning hard-on swaying back and forth between his legs... and handed me his beer so I could take a drink. After sucking down some of the beer, I put the bottle back on the coffee table, and finished unzipping my shorts... pushing them down to my ankles, along with my panties... then kicking them over next to my jersey on the floor by the sofa.

I put one foot up on the coffee table... running one of my fingers up and down the slit between my drenched pussy lips, as I stared at each set of eyes... one after the other. Then I moved my hand a little further up... to my distended clitoris... spreading my labia with two fingers... so the pink, swollen orb could peek out from underneath its hood.

The guys ogled my bald pussy and stiff nub... their eyes darting back and forth between my swaying boobs and spread legs... as they continued to chatter and brag about their sexual prowess.

Just being stared at like that was an incredible aphrodisiac... my pussy was absolutely dripping, as I repositioned myself to the left... then to the right... so all the guys could get a good look.

As I took a couple more pulls on the beer, I heard the guys talking smack about how ready they were to fuck me, and how quickly they could make me cum. I got another surprise when... amid the din of guy talk and braggadocio... I heard Alex tell Clayton, “You really think so? Okay... I’ll give you $100 if you can make her cum in five minutes.”

Everyone laughed and added their own commentary to the challenge... then sat around the room, slowly stroking their nearly erect boners, as Clayton stood up... grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me down onto the sofa. He shoved me onto my back, and pushed my legs apart... then leaned in, and started using his tongue to lick up and down the gash between my pussy lips... eventually finding my clitoris with his warm, wet mouth.

He began sucking my engorged clit... pulling on it with his lips and flicking it with his tongue... at the same time, using one hand to squeeze my tits and pull on my firm nipples, while using the other hand to jerk his rigid prick.

Oh, my God, that felt amazing... I was so ready to cum!

At first I closed my eyes... gently rocking my hips, and murmuring about how good Clayton’s tongue felt between my thighs. But... after a few seconds... I opened my eyes and looked around the room... relishing the sight of three nearly erect, throbbing erections... and three sets of eyes drooling over me getting my pussy eaten out in front of them... like they were watching a pornographic floor show, and I was the star.

I was incredibly close to cumming when Alex checked his watch... laughed, and said, “Times up!”

With a groan, Clayton started to pull his head out from between my legs, but I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him back into my crotch, exclaiming, “No... my God... no... don’t stop... I’m so close.”

Clayton chuckled, then resumed licking my stiff clitoris, as I whimpered, “Yeah... right there... oh, fuck... yeah... keep going... keep going... oh, my God... right there... yeah...”

I held his head in place... grinding my swollen nub against his probing tongue... then let out a growl, as I suddenly erupted... creaming warm lady cum all over his mouth and cheeks.

After holding his face against my snatch for a while.... reveling in the lingering euphoria of my quivering orgasm.... I finally released Clayton’s head, so he could grab a napkin from the coffee table to wipe away my pussy juices dripping from his chin... as the other guys continued pulling on their now fully erect dicks and mocked him for not beating the clock.

Clayton simply ignored them. Grinning, he slid his body up along my torso... his huge erection sliding easily into my completely drenched pussy... then began pumping it in and out of my vagina, as he mumbled into my ear, “I didn’t get the money... but I got to lick your clit... and now my cock is balls-deep in your pussy... so, I think I got the better end of the deal.”

I giggled... then let out a guttural moan... as his rigid pole, and round, mushroom-shaped head slipped deeper and deeper into my sloppy wet snatch... hitting all the right spots, and stretching me more than Alex’s prick ever had.

Clayton lifted his chest off of mine, so he could look down and watch my flailing breasts bounce around between us, as he pounded away at my dripping cunt.

I closed my eyes... grunting from the force of Clayton’s powerful thrusts... then spread my legs wider... giving him even more access to my quivering pussy... and allowing his thick, rigid shaft to rub deliciously against my straining clitoris.

As I felt another intense orgasm start to build between my legs, I felt something slap my cheek... and when I opened my eyes, I saw Nelson’s rock-hard cock swinging back and forth right by my head... the rubicund, bulbous tip nudging my parted lips... as he leaned into me, and encouraged me to open my mouth.

I really didn’t need much coaxing... I turned my head toward his rigid boner and opened up... sucking his stiff rod into my mouth... then letting him shove it back and forth... over and over... bumping against the back of my throat... as I used my tongue to stimulate the ridge around his wide, circumcised head.

Between Clayton’s enormous hard-on hammering away between my legs, and Nelson’s erection pumping in and out of my wet mouth, it didn’t take long before another incredible, leg-shaking climax racked my entire body.

I closed my eyes and pulled Nelson’s dick out of my mouth... stroking it with my hand, as I arched my back, caught my breath, and erupted... mewling in between grunts from the force of Clayton’s pounding prick. I tossed my head back and forth... relishing the luxurious sensations coursing through my body... as a delicious orgasm washed over me like a warm ocean wave... leaving me mumbling expletives, and gasping for air.

Holy shit... that felt fantastic!

My legs trembled on either side of Clayton’s rocking hips, and I thought for a second that I might actually faint... but, I didn’t... and after savoring my second intense climax of the day, I wrapped my lips around Nelson’s dick again and sucked him deep into my mouth.

He grabbed my head and held it in place... then began shoving his raging hard-on in and out of my mouth in earnest... causing me to fight the urge to gag, as I tried to accommodate his stiff boner and thrusting hips.

I continued pumping Nelson’s hard-on with my fist... and used my other hand to fondle his dangling nutsack... as I reveled in the overwhelming rhapsody of two rock-hard boners hammering away at me simultaneously, and causing my entire body to tremble with arousal.

A few minutes later... almost at the same time... Nelson blasted a massive stream of cum against the back of my throat... while, right about that time, Clayton caught his breath... then grunted... as he spewed several ropes of warm, creamy splooge all over the walls of my dripping wet cunt.

I swallowed Nelson’s load... then continued to lick and suck his rigid pole... using one of my hands to pump out the last few drops of semen from his erection... as he slid it back and forth in my mouth, while moaning and swearing... and enjoying the rhapsodic sensations of his lingering climax.

Once I finished cleaning Nelson’s spent dick with my mouth, he moved away from the sofa to sit in one of the wing-back chairs to catch his breath... his penis draped over one of his thighs, as his glistening boner slowly became flaccid.

I felt Clayton slam his huge, steely prick in and out of me several more times... jolting my body each time, and causing me to close my eyes and grunt after every lunge... my tits slapping against my chin... over and over... as he pounded away between my legs.

My God, his cock was incredible.... I didn’t want him to stop!

Mumbling about how good it felt, I opened my eyes and looked down between my legs. I watched Clayton slam his stiff boner in and out of my drenched cunt in earnest, as he blasted several streams of warm, creamy splooge deep inside my vagina.

After a moment, or two, of watching his thick shaft railing my dripping wet snatch, Clayton totally threw me a curve when he pulled his hard-on out of my pussy, and used his hand to jerk it off... spraying the last few jets of his cum all over my stomach and boobs.

My eyebrows rose in surprise, as I exclaimed, “What the fuck, Clayton... did you have to make such a mess?”

He laughed, and said, “I just wanted to see my cum on your tits... that might be the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

When his balls were finally empty, he stopped stroking his cock... then stood up from between my legs, so I could lean over and grab a napkin from the coffee table. As I wiped his spunk off my stomach and breasts, I muttered, “But now I have to clean it off... it would’ve been less messy if you’d just finished cumming inside me.”

He shrugged, and said, “Yeah... that’s what my wife says, too... but, I just like to see my cum splattered all over boobs... I guess it’s my kink... and your tits are too perfect to pass up the opportunity.”

I laughed, as I glanced at his spent prick... swinging back and forth between his legs... still incredibly impressive, even as his erection slowly faded... and said, “Well... I guess it could be worse... you could’ve sprayed it in my hair.”

Right then, Brad nudged Clayton out of the way... his stiff hard-on sticking out from his hips like a lance with a helmet attached to the end of it... muttering, “It’s my turn Clay... move over.”

I giggled as Brad stood there fondling my tits... his straining boner wobbling up and down directly in front of my face.

I glanced over at Alex as I sucked the head of Brad’s prick into my mouth... still not sure how he was processing all of this.

He was sitting in one of the wing-back chairs off to my right... a boozy grin plastered across his face... his legs spread, and his stiff cock pointing straight up at the ceiling... slowly stroking his shaft, as he watched his wife sucking and fucking his three best friends.

After bobbing my head back and forth on Brad’s dick for a while, he pulled it out of my mouth... then laid on the couch, and pulled me over on top of him... so that my legs straddled his hips on the sofa cushions... with my dripping wet pussy poised directly above his throbbing erection.

I grabbed his rigid pole and lined it up with my gaping vagina... then slowly lowered myself onto his raging hard-on, as he thrust his hips up to meet my downward plunge.

I let out a low, keening whimper as Brad’s steely rod entered me... then began bouncing up and down on his thick shaft... his cock going deeper and deeper inside me with every one of my lunges.

I bucked up and down on Brad’s stiff woody... moaning and mumbling my pleasure... as my heavy breasts flopped around on my chest... slapping into each other, and making rhythmic clapping sounds every time my pussy slammed into the base of his pumping prick.

Brad reached up and grabbed my thrashing boobs... pulling me forward so he could squeeze my breasts together... massaging the flesh... then sucking my nipples into his mouth... first one, then the other... sending tentacles of pleasure through my entire body, and making the roof of my mouth tingle.

After letting him play with my tits for a while, I leaned farther forward... pressing my fleshy knockers against Brad’s chest, as I twerked my ass... grinding my engorged clit against the shaft of his rock-hard boner.

My God, I was so turned on... my body felt like it was on fire... everything felt absolutely amazing!

With all the orgasms I’d already had... and knowing my husband was watching it all from across the room... I felt incredibly loose and languid... as another delicious eruption began to blossom between my legs.

As I rocked my hips and prepared for my impending climax, I suddenly felt movement behind me... and someone’s hands on my hips.

I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder, and was startled to see Alex standing behind me... with one foot on the floor to my right, and another foot on the sofa cushion to my left, so that he was basically straddling my hips. He had one hand on my hip, and one hand on his cock... and I could see that he was lining up the head of his throbbing erection with my exposed asshole.

I started to resist, mumbling, “What... wait... Alex... no... I don’t...”, but in my near-orgasmic state, I really wasn’t about to stop anything that was going on.

Alex didn’t say anything, he just leaned forward... slowly shoving the tip of his hard-on into my anus... then began rocking his hips... sliding his cock further and further inside me with every jab, as I let out a squeal... then a throaty groan... completely shocked by what Alex was doing... and totally blown away, by how good it felt.

Alex kept cramming his dick further and further inside me... until his floppy nutsack was bouncing against my labia, and lightly rubbing up against the shaft of Brad’s thrusting cock.

During our years together, Alex had frequently wanted to try anal sex, but I had always resisted. As he began pumping his rigid pole in and out of my butt, while Brad continued plunging his boner in and out of my dripping wet pussy, I suddenly realized what I’d been missing.

Holy shit... I had no idea!

The feeling of being completely and thoroughly stretched and filled was overwhelming... it felt like every nerve ending in my entire body was tingling with delirium.

I grunted and moaned from the force... and ecstasy... of two cocks slamming in and out of my pussy and ass at the same time... mumbling invectives... and telling both of them to keep going... even harder.

Still pressed against Brad’s body... my big boobs squashed against his chest... my breathing quickened and my grunts became muffled mewls of pleasure... as my previous near-climax returned in spades... and a tremendous orgasm began to radiate from between my legs.

With Brad’s cock pounding into my cunt, and Alex’s prick hammering my ass from behind, I suddenly gasped for air... let out a yelp... then a husky growl... as a leg-shaking climax erupted inside me... cascading through my body like a warm tidal wave, and causing me to cry out with pleasure.

“Oh, my God... oh, my God.... oh, my fucking God............ that’s incredible! For fuck sake... don’t stop...”

Damn, that was amazing... I’d never had an orgasm that intense in my life!

I closed my eyes and whimpered... reveling in the indescribable pleasure that was coursing through me... from clit to nipple, and back again... over and over and over.

Holy fuck, I wanted it to go on forever!

Both guys continued pumping their cocks in and out of me... and I began rocking my hips to match their rhythmic thrusts... trying desperately to keep my delicious, overpowering climax from fading away.

Suddenly Brad jerked his hips upward... slamming his hard-on deep inside me... and blasted several streams of cum all over the walls of my drenched cunt. He slowed down his thrusting hips for a few strokes... then shoved his cock deep inside me again... and just held it there... as he emptied his nutsack and savored his sublime orgasm.

Meanwhile, Alex kept pounding away behind me... grunting and filling my asshole with his pulsating cock... until he suddenly caught his breath.... then crammed his stiff boner as far as it would go... and spewed rope after rope of warm, creamy jizzm deep inside my anus.

He kept hammering his cock in and out of my ass... jarring my body with every one of his powerful thrusts... even after he was done cumminig... as he emptied his balls, and enjoyed the euphoria of his intoxicating finish.

When Alex’s nutsack was finally empty, he collapsed onto my back. I was already flopped onto Brad’s chest... and the three of us just laid there like that... completely spent, and gasping for air.

After a few minutes, Alex got up from the couch... pulling his still semi-hard cock from my ass.

A few seconds later, Brad pulled his dick out of my pussy... then rolled out from under me and got up from the sofa.

I remained sprawled on the couch... totally depleted... my face buried in the sofa cushions, and trying to catch my breath... as I savored the afterglow of my incredible, earth-shattering orgasms.

Barely able to breathe, I kept mumbling, “Oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, my God..... that was fucking amazing.... oh, my God...”

Through bleary eyes, I watched the four guys... all of them still naked... with their flaccid cocks bouncing around between their legs... high-fiving each other, and reveling in their sexual prowess.

While I recovered on the sofa, Alex and the other guys all grabbed another beer from the fridge... then sat around... still naked... and watched San Diego score a final, meaningless touchdown... as San Francisco ended up winning the game 49-26.

From my spot on the couch, I watched the guys grumble and swear about how badly their team played, as they pulled on their pants, tucked their dangling cocks inside... then pulled their zippers up and buckled their belts.

A little while later, when they were ready to leave, I dragged myself off the sofa... threw on a robe from the bedroom... but left it hanging open, with my heavy breasts swaying back and forth... as Alex and I walked them to the front door to say goodbye.

Alex said his goodbyes, then headed into the bathroom to clean up, while I stood in the foyer... letting each of the guys reach inside my robe... playfully squeezing my dangling tits, and grabbing my still soaking wet pussy one last time... before I opened the door and sent them all home to their wives.

As I was closing the door behind them, I smiled to myself when I heard Clayton say to the others, “That was the best damn Super Bowl ever!”

The others all mumbled their agreement, then Nelson added, “We should do it again next year.”

Still smiling at their comments, I joined Alex in the shower and told him what they’d said.

He laughed... and agreed... then pointed down between his legs. When I looked, I saw that he was rock-hard... again... his stiff prick red from fucking my ass, and throbbing... as it wobbled around between us.

I giggled as I reached out and stroked his newly erect boner for a few minutes. Meanwhile, he played with my boobs, and pulled on my still swollen nipples... then pushed me up against the wall, pushed my legs apart, and shoved his boner into my vagina with one massive thrust. He pounded my pussy with his rigid pole... over and over... like a piston... until we both erupted with intense, leg-shaking orgasms.

I chuckled as we cleaned each other off under the warm spray of the shower... nodding my head in silent agreement with Clayton’s proclamation... that today’s Super Bowl was the best one... ever.

As it turned out, we didn’t wait until the next Super Bowl. Instead, we began a new tradition when football started up again the following season. Every Monday night during the regular season, the guys would come over to watch that night’s football game with Alex. None of their wives were football fans, so they were happy to let their husbands spend Monday nights at our house during the entire season.

It didn’t always devolve into an orgy... but before the game was over, I’d usually sucked or fucked every cock in the living room... and had several orgasms by the time the guys were ready to go home.

Alex was always last... which suited him just fine... he loved plowing his stiff boner into my overflowing pussy... or cum-filled ass... until streams of splooge were trickling down my inner thighs, or dripping onto the floor between my legs.

Needless to say, I found myself looking forward to football season every year after that... especially the Monday night games... and, of course, the Super Bowl.