Super Bowl Party

The goddamn Super Bowl. My husband makes such a big deal out it. Three or four of his buddies show up hours before the game to drink beer and juice up their testosterone so they can yell at the TV. I’ve always been bored. This year I decided to spice things up as only a woman can.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I told my husband Bill. “Instead of betting on the game, bet on me.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well,” I said, “Give me the four hundred dollars you guys always put in your football pool and I’ll give a blowjob to the winner of each of the four quarters.”
This had always been a fantasy of Bill’s ever since he read about it on a web porno page.

“I’ll call the guys,” Bill said, a big shit-eating grin on his face.

Super Bowl Sunday arrived and I was excited. The thought of four cocks had my pussy moist. I love to suck cock. I’m always telling Bill he’s a lucky man.

The first to arrive was Alex. Tall and muscular, I had always fantasized about what his dick looked like.
Mike and Steve arrived together, already somewhat intoxicated, acting overly polite. Bill set about collecting the hundred dollar bills and put them on top of the TV. I kept myself occupied in the kitchen while Bill and his friends broke open a bottle of Tequila and choose their numbers for the pool.

I knew what I wanted to wear and I went upstairs to change. I put on my black lift up bra, a black see-through blouse, a short leather mini-skirt and no panties. My heart was bounding as I heard the announcer say, “And Super Bowl thirty eight is underway!”

Steve and Alex were sitting on the large sofa and I went to sit between them.