Spectator Sport
Once a week my husband has his friends over. Usually they play poker but sometimes they sit and watch a big game on T.V. Being a loving and obedient wife, I try to have anything they may want ready, beer, snacks, sandwiches, you name it.
Lately he’s had me serving them in short-shorts and a bikini top. It adds to the mood of the game, he says. I don’t mind. I’ve always thought it was fun to tease and flirt, showing enough cleavage or ass to see their pants strain. I bend over to place drinks, letting them get a real good look at my FF knockers, nipples pushing at their restraints. Or when I drop something on the floor, I turn and bend, showing ass and lips to those who want to see. It’s all harmless and it makes me feel sexy.
We usually have the wildest sex after such an evening. He tells me how he watched his buddies stare at my chest or butt, watching them get hard-ons, knowing what they want to do to me. It turns me on to think about other men wanting me, taking me at their will, as they please. Then, when he’s done telling me about his fantasies of me and his friends, my husband fucks me long and hard, like he has to prove himself, or remind me who I belong to.
After one of our recent, really hot matings he told me he had taped what we had just done. That just got me all wet and hot again, thinking of ‘exhibiting’ myself like that, and I made love to him again, bringing him up by mouth, then having him ram it up my ass. Man was he good!!
This past week on game night the guys arrived as usual to watch the pregame show. I served them all beers and left some snacks with them, then went to the kitchen to read until they needed something. A few minutes had passed when I heard cheers and whooping. The game had already started? A little while later I got a beer call and went to the frig to get four more to take out to them.
When I got to the den, all eyes fell on me as I walked over to hand them their drinks. Glancing at the T.V. my eyes widened as I realized I was looking at a still picture of myself, ass in the air, my mouth totally filled with my husband’s cock. I felt myself blush and started out of the room. But my husband stopped me, called me over, and pulled me down onto his lap. Then he started the tape again. The guys started up with their comments once more, expressing envy that his wife would do that for him. Theirs wouldn’t, they said. As we watched, my husband brought his hand to my breasts and started massaging and pulling my tits. Soon he brought one out of my top and sucked on the nipple. My eyes were closed as he played with me. I felt myself moisten and I felt him harden. The others were so involved with the tape that they weren’t watching us. Or so I thought.
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