“W, what was that?” he cried.
“What’s wrong?” asked Jessica. “I was just saying hi, that’s all.”
“You, you…” Bob stammered, unable to even get the words out.
“Come on, honey, let’s go find out seats,” she said.
As predicted, there were a couple free that gave them an awesome view of the field and also happened to be right behind where the MLF players and coaches would be during the game. Bob sat down, feeling a little shaky about what was going on. Jessica just smiled at him.
“Try not to be such a stiff, sweetie,” she said.
“I’m not!” he cried.
“We’re here to have fun, at least smile.” Jessica pulled out a small compact mirror and began fixing her hair. “Oh look, here come the players!”
The rest of the crowd slowly filed in, and after the preliminary preparations, the game began to get underway. Bob wasn’t a huge football fan, but even still, he found himself beginning to share the enthusiasm and energy in the stadium.
MLF returned the starting kickoff for a nice gain, and then they moved into offensive formation. Bob noticed that the same player that had been flirting with his wife before appeared to be the quarterback of the team. He turned and looked almost directly at Jessica before calling the play.
The teams snapped into action, and Jamal bombed the ball down field to an open receiver for a touchdown. The crowd went wild, and Bob could feel his wife’s fingers digging into his leg as she yelled to Jamal frantically.
“Did you see that?” she asked him. “That was amazing!”
The MLF Cougars went for a field goal, and managed to nail that as well. As they prepared to kick off to the other team, the players switched with the ones off field, and Jamal ended up down out of bounds right below where they were in the bleachers.
He sauntered up to the edge of the fence and leaned over it, smiling at Jessica. With his pads on, he looked even bigger and brawnier than he already was, and the look in his eyes was one of animalistic intent.
“Hey Ms. MILF,” he called. “How are you enjoying the game so far?”
Bob felt himself flushing with both anger and embarrassment. The quarterback was at least ten years younger than his wife, and yet he still talked to her like she was any college bimbo that he could have without even trying. And to make it worse, his wife was responding as though she enjoyed playing the part.
“I am, quite a bit in fact,” said Jess. “I really liked the pass that you made earlier.”
“I think I deserve a reward for that one,” said Jamal. He gestured for Jess to come up to the edge of a fence, and as though she was 18 again, she immediately started over.
Bob felt helpless. He could only watch as the muscular black man began to whisper into his wife’s ear. She giggled, and then leaned in closer, and for a second it looked like he had his hands on her breasts. Then, Bob couldn’t see what exactly was happening but Jamal was clearly looking down her shirt.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she walked back over to her spot. She leaned in and gave Bob a quick kiss on the lips.
“What did he say to you?” he asked his wife.
“Nothing,” said Jessica. “I’ll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom really quick.”
She headed off towards the entrance, and Bob turned towards the field. Jamal was still looking in his direction, and he wasn’t sure, but it seemed like the black man winked at him.
CHAPTER 3
Something seemed a little different about Jessica when she got back from the bathroom. Bob had watched the field the entire time and seen Jamal on the sidelines, so he didn’t let his mind run too wild with fear or ideas.
She sat down next to him and crossed her legs. The game had moved a little bit further along, and MLF was on the offense again. They quickly managed to score another touchdown, showing just how easily it was for them to dominate their opponents.
Jamal was coming off the field and back onto the sidelines. He seemed to look at Jessica with lust in his eyes, and then, something truly unexpected happen.
Jessica uncrossed her legs, and slid her skirt up slightly. It took Bob a moment to realize what she was doing. The whispering before, the trip to the bathroom, it had all been a set up. Jess had taken off her panties and was now flashing this young football player as though she was an eager slut, just dying for his attention.
“Honey, what are you doing?” asked Bob. He didn’t want to be too direct, because he still didn’t want to believe that it was happening.
“Nothing, sweetie, my leg just fell asleep,” she said. “Just watch the game and quit watching me.”
That might have been her advice to Bob, but it was clear to him that his wife did want someone to watch her. The black quarterback was standing at the edge of the fence, grinning and nodding. Jessica was pushing her lips together and making a truly seductive face at him.
“I, I think we should go, Jess,” said Bob. “We don’t really need to stay and watch this game, do we?”
“We have to stay, sweetie,” said Jess. “We have to stay until the end.”
She slipped her hand under her skirt, and though Bob couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, he could tell what it was just from the look on her face. His wife was touching herself, and Jamal was down on the sidelines loving every second of it.
Bob watched as the quarterback shifted so that he was closer to the fence and his actions were mostly hidden as well. One of his hands was down by his crotch, and was moving. Jamal was stroking himself off and watching Bob’s wife as she masturbated for him.
“Really Jess!” cried Bob. “We, we can’t stay here.”
“Oh, ooh, no it’s fine,” moaned Jess. “Oh god, yes, it’s fine.”
She was picking up speed, and it became harder for her to hide what she was doing. There was a man on the other side of her, a couple of seats down, who appeared to be watching her and smiling. Bob was more embarrassed than he had ever been in his life.
He stood up and tried to physically drag his wife towards the exit with him, but she was too into what she was doing to even react. After a minute he gave up and sat down next to her, figuring that it was better to wait it out than to leave her there alone.
Jamal’s coach came over to tell him something, and Jess seemed to come back to reality for a second, taking her hand away and crossing her legs again. She straightened her skirt, and then looked at her husband and smiled.
“What’s wrong, dear?” she asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Bob felt himself getting angry. “This is ridiculous, how can you behave like this?”
“Behave like what?” Jessica glared at him. “Bob, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
He shook his head, but let it drop. There was no sense arguing with her. Bob realized that his efforts would be better spent in making sure that the two of them got out of there as soon as possible. Regardless of whether or not he was sure about what was going on, he wanted to make sure that he kept her away from the football players, especially Jamal.
The quarterback had finished talking with his coach, and he turned back up towards Jessica. She waved back eagerly, and then leaned over the seats in front of them. Her shirt was cut low enough that her boobs almost popped right out, and Bob was almost sure by the look Jamal gave him that he had seen at least a hint of her nipples.
The game was wrapping up, and Jamal and the offensive players were called back out onto the field. Bob was beginning to feel relieved when he noticed a man that had been on the MLF sidelines earlier making his way over to them.
“Hello there, are you Jessica?” he asked Bob’s wife.
“Yeah, that’s me,” she said. “What’s up?”
“Jamal wants you to come back to the locker rooms after the game,” the man said. “He told me that he has something important to tell you.”
Jessica leaned back in her seat and seamed to beam, as though she found the words immensely flatter
ing.
“Alright, tell him I’ll be there,” she said.
The man walked off, and Bob just stared at his wife. He felt confused, and a little betrayed, but forced himself to trust her. Flirting with the quarterback and playing around on the sidelines was one thing. His wife didn’t seem like the type of woman who would take it much further than that.
“You’re okay with me going to talk with Jamal, right honey?” asked Jessica.
“Yeah, I mean, I guess,” he said. “You guys are just going to talk, why wouldn’t I be?”
Jessica smiled coyly at him.
“Well I mean, I know you heard about how I was in college…” she said. “It’s just going to be a quick meet up in the locker room this time though. I’m sure it will be fine.”
For some reason, his wife’s words manage to both stab at Bob’s chest and make him feel strangely aroused. He watched as the last few seconds of the game counted down, feeling like the represented something that went beyond the ending of a simple football match.
CHAPTER 4
The game wrapped up shortly after. As the players made their way off to the locker rooms, Jessica stood up, smoothed her skirt out, and then gave her husband a quick peck on the lips.
“I’ll be back before you know it, sweetie,” she said. “Just wait in the car for me!”
“Ok…” mumbled Bob.
He watched his wife walk off, her hips bouncing from side to side seductively with every step. Bob had never been overcome by such a strange mixture of emotions before. He wanted to trust his wife. Intellectually, he knew that he had every reason to trust his wife.
But he just couldn’t. What had happened during the game, and the way she’d been acting all day, it all served as a major, unexplainable red flag for him. He wanted to know just what she’d be talking to Jamal in the locker room about.
And that was why he forced his legs to pick himself up and carry him towards the locker room. Bob just wanted a little bit of reassurance, and that was all. He’d wait outside, and maybe listen in a little, and then head out to the car once he was sure that his wife was just talking to the quarterback about the score of the game and life on campus.
There was surprisingly little security, and nobody stopped him as he made his way into the building and over to where he’d seen Jessica disappear to. He walked down a hallway that seemed a little familiar to him, and then ended up at an intersection with two paths to head down. He was trying to guess at which one would lead him where he needed to be when he heard his wife’s laugh from down the hall to the left.
“Well of course I liked the pass you threw,” Jessica said.
Bob was right outside the door to the locker room, and he could hear perfectly. He felt a little relieved at his wife’s words. Nothing was happening after all.
“You here that boys,” said Jamal. “She liked it so much that she couldn’t resist flashing me during the game!”
He heard the entire team laughing, and felt his cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment.
“That was just for you Jamal,” said Jessica. “It’s your fault, you got me all worked up.”
“And then you came back here like a good girl to see me,” said the quarterback. “How nice of you.”
Bob didn’t hear anything for a second, and then a couple of the players began to cheer. He felt his jealousy and curiosity getting the better of him, and crept closer to the door. He opened it just enough so that he could see in through a crack without being detected.
Jamal was wearing only a towel, and he had his arm around Jessica. She seemed to be enjoying be close to him, and had a flirtatious smile on her face. The quarterback leaned in and groped at one of her breasts with his hand, and Jess made no move to stop him.
Watching it made Bob feel sick to his stomach, but something else happened as well. His cock began to get hard. It wasn’t just a regular erection, either. He felt harder than he had felt in years, as though he had an iron bar in between his legs, just aching for attention.
“You are pretty hot for an older woman,” said Jamal. “How old are you, 29, 30?”
“I’m a little older than that,” said Jess. “A gentleman should never ask a woman’s age.”
Jamal just laughed, and then grabbed Jessica’s hand and pulled it down onto his towel covered cock. It was poking out against the cloth fabric, and Bob could clearly see that it was huge. His wife blushed, but began rubbing it without any resistance.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice,” said Jamal. “Who was that you were with at the game? Your husband?”
Jessica nodded.
“And where does he think you are right now?” Jamal seemed to be enjoying asking her questions, as though every answer she gave just turned him on even more.
“He knows I’m back here,” said Jessica. “He just doesn’t know that I’m…doing this.”
“I guess he doesn’t know what type of girl you really are, huh?”
Jamal grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and pushed her down in front of him. She dropped to her knees, and then the quarterback removed his towel and pushed his hard black cock into her face.
“Oh yeah, that’s right girl,” he said. “Why don’t you go on and give it a nice little lick?”
Jessica seemed to blush, and then did as commanded. She started licking Jamal’s cock tenderly. Bob couldn’t help but noticed that she seemed more into it, more turned on by the act, than she ever had been with him. It cut at his heartstrings, but also made him feel as though he needed to touch his own rod.
“You’re a nice little cock sucker,” said Jamal. “I bet you’ve sucked plenty of football player cocks before, haven’t you?”
He grabbed Jess by the head and roughly pushed his cock into her mouth. She responded with enthusiasm, taking as much of him as she could and sucking quickly, making lewd slurping noises as she went.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” said Jamal. “I love me a nice, submissive white slut.”
He started pumping his hips. Bob began to massage his own dick through his pants as he watched the football player face fuck his wife. He was incredibly conflicted, but couldn’t resist. It was one of the most arousing sights that he had ever laid eyes on.
“I’m going to make you my personal slut,” said Jamal. “You’ll always be on call. Maybe I’ll start showing up at your house, fucking you while your husband’s in the other room. How would you like that?”
Jessica squealed, and started blowing him even faster. Bob felt as though he was about to cum in his pants.
Jamal finally pulled Jess back to her feat. He began roughly tearing her clothes off, not being gentle and even going as far as to rip her shirt in his rush. It only took a moment for Jess to be completely naked, and Jamal pushed her up against a locker and then slid up behind her.
“Yeah, this is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?” he said. “For me to shove my big black cock into your tiny little white cunt!”
“Please…” moaned Jess. “Please fuck me…”
Jamal seemed to like her tone, and maneuvered the massive head of his dick to Jessica’s entrance. It took a little bit of force, but Bob could tell just from watching that she was already wet. She began to cry out as the football player began fucking her, stretching her cunt out to proportions beyond anything her husband ever could have managed.
“Oh yeah girl, you are a good fuck,” said Jamal. “Yo fellas, get in on this shit!”
A couple of Jamal’s teammates made their way over. The quarterback shifted her so that she was leaned over one of the locker room benches, and then almost as if he was calling out a play in the game, he gestured for two of them to stick their cocks in her face.
Jessica began sucking and licking on whatever was in front of her, not discriminating one black cock from the next. Jamal was slamming into her with enough force for the slapping noises to echo through the locker room, and Jess moaned with every thrust.
Bob had his cock completely out now and was masturbating to
the sight of his wife being turned into a whore. The young black football players were treating her as though she was the actress on the set of a porn shoot, and she loved every second of it.
“Oh yeah bitch, suck it,” one of the players moaned. He pulled out of Jessica’s mouth and began to cum. His friend next to him was jerking off and also shot his load, most of it landing in her hair. Jamal began laughing, and then thrust a final few times before pushing in deep and letting his own cock explode.
And Bob did the same, shamefully, and into his own hand, out in the hall. He quickly tucked his member into his pants and began hurrying towards the exit, not bothering to stay to watch the aftermath.
He had no idea what he was going to say to his wife. But he knew one thing. She’d be asking him to come to another football game soon enough, and he’d have to think long and hard about just what his answer would be.
END
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