Paying off a Super Bowl Bet
written by:
Brandy

I stood in my bedroom just outside the door of the master bath, and unfastened a third button on my blouse. The front of my shirt parted more, revealing deep cleavage . . . I wore no bra, so my breasts swayed freely with every movement. My heart was pounding and I thought I might hyperventilate. Of course, I undress in the privacy of my bedroom every night, but although I was in my own bedroom, there was no privacy that night. I could feel the prying eyes of the stranger covet every inch of skin that I exposed! He sat on the edge of my bed, not three feet away. He had lost patience, "Go on, show me those sweet titties." "Strip!"

This was not what I imagined when I got myself in this mess.

Josh and I are a young professional couple, 28 and 30. We both had spent the first years of our life together concentrating on our careers, so we have no children yet. Three years ago Josh completed his masters and had been offered a very lucrative position with Boeing, and since I'm a Patent Attorney and work mostly out of my home, we didn't hesitate to move to St. Louis.

Josh had been working for several months on a big project jointly with an Engineer assigned to the Seattle office. Although most of the work was completed by phone or video-conference, the final stages had to be "hashed out" face to face. Since Ted was divorced and had no family commitments, he agreed to travel to St. Louis to meet with Josh, and would be in town for a week . . . the week before the Super Bowl.

Josh and Ted made a great team, shared many interests and became good friends. Since both were huge sports fans, Josh invited Ted to stay on after that Friday, spend the weekend with us and watch the big game before he returned to Seattle on Monday. Josh was really looking forward to the visit.

On Monday of that week, Josh brought Ted home for dinner. What a great guy . . . a magnetic personality, charismatic, and really easy on the eyes, if you know what I mean. He was 35, tall and really built, with dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. Upon introduction, he gave me a little hug, a peck on the cheek, and turning to Josh, said, "Buddy, you've been holding out on me. You didn't tell me you have such a beautiful wife." He was funny, witty, and interesting, and we were all comfortable with each other right from the first minute. We laughed, joked and teased each other like we were old friends.

Of course when Ted found out that we grew up in Denver and were hardcore Bronco fans. The sparks began to fly . . . lots of "smack talk", but all in good fun. Ted spent several evenings at the house where the two of them worked on the project, or just enjoyed each other, and I was always included whenever they switched to "play mode". I've always been a sports junkie and neither of them treated my comments like they were from a clueless girl. Ted was always appreciative and complementary of my appearance and my cooking, I began to enjoy the attention he gave me, and I admit that I took a little more care with my meals and dressed a bit "flirty". I began to leave my bra in the drawer . . . Ted obviously loved it, Josh didn't complain, and it was fun for me to tease two hot looking guys. Nothing got "out of hand" and Ted was always respectful, but there was little doubt that he liked the way I looked, and there was no question he enjoyed his little "good bye" hug each evening, pressing my almost bare boobs firmly against his chest.

Josh and I had become avid Cardinal fans. After all, St. Louis is a baseball town, they have always fielded a competitive team, and have a long tradition of Hall of Fame level players. We arrived in town for the 2011 World Series and MVP, David Freese, became one of Josh's favorite players. As for me, I think David Freese is HOT. Those cute little dimples drive me wild! Ted is into sports memorabilia, had boasted to Josh that he had an autographed baseball from David Freese, and he brought it with him for us to envy. Josh even tried to buy it from Ted, but he had no intention to part with it.

By Friday they had finished their project and I had planned a special dinner to celebrate their success. The dinner was equally successful and as Ted pushed away from the dinner table he told Josh, "Damn Josh, she looks like a fucking goddess, and cooks like that . . . you are one lucky son of a bitch!" We retired to the family room, had some drinks, shot some pool, and had a great time! We continued our trash talk, teasing each other about how each of our teams was going to the kick the other's ass in the Super Bowl. By the end of the evening Ted told us how much he appreciated our hospitality and that he had never had so much fun working. He asked us to be his guests for dinner on Saturday night, and to go clubbing later that evening. That was a "no brainer" and we jumped at the invitation.

Ted had chosen a very nice restaurant in Frontenac, an affluent St. Louis county suburb, so I got the chance to play "dress-up". I chose my sexiest dress . . . I wasn't going to miss my chance to be escorted to dinner by two handsome dates. I played all my aces, so to speak. It was short, low cut, and clingy. Josh calls it my "nipply" dress, because it clings in all the right places and the bumps left in the bodice leave little to the imagination. I'm short, but have long legs for my height, and although slender, have proportionally large boobs. The color flatters my blond hair, and the dress certainly highlights my best features . . . I get a lot of lingering stares when wearing that dress. To say that Ted noticed would be an understatement! He was practically tripping over himself.

Dinner was wonderful, and the club he chose was spectacular. We drank, danced, and continued our Big Game taunting. Ted frequently asked me to dance, and since Josh is not much of a dancer, it gave me a chance to do something I really enjoy, and don't get to do often. I got a kick out of Ted. He was always a gentleman, but never made eye contact while we danced. His eyes were riveted to my cleavage. I knew my breasts were swaying to the music, and my cleavage bouncing to the rhythm, but I didn't care. I was having fun, was enjoying that he found me attractive and there was no real harm in him checking out the merchandise. It was fun teasing him, knowing that he was too much of a gentleman to act inappropriately.

As the evening wore on and the drinks began to take their effect, favored team boasting became more heated, and I admit I was as bad as the two of them. Finally Josh challenged, "Put your money where your mouth is!" Ted countered, "Ok, the bets on." "How much can you afford to lose?" "Fat chance", Josh bantered. Ted boasted, "I got a hundred dollars that says the Broncos are going down." Josh taunted, "A hundred bucks . . . that's nothing . . . how about that baseball of yours?" After being call a "weenie" for not being willing to bet the ball, Ken inquired, "Ok, what would you put up?" Josh offered to put two hundred dollars against the ball, but Ted said that if he wanted money, he'd sell the ball. Finally Ted said, If I were to lose that ball, I could never get it back . . . I would never have it again." " I want you to put up something that I could never get again." "If the Broncos win, you get the ball . . . if the Seahawks win, I get Christine for a half hour." "No way!", Josh and I yelled simultaneously. "Now who's the weenie", Ted taunted. "You guys were talking big until I asked you to wager something that you're afraid to lose." "Not so sure of yourself now, are ya?" I had a lot of booze in me, and I began to think: Payton Manning is one of the best quarterbacks to ever play the game, there's no way they could loose, that ball sure would look good in the game room. To Ted's surprise, I asked Josh, "What do you think?" Josh was shocked that I would consider it, we talked it over, he assured me that it was "in the bag" but it was up to me. I extended my hand to Ted and we shook on it. "Holy shit!" was Ted's only response, and he high-fived Josh to make sure he was in agreement. "It a bet!"

We were out late Saturday night, slept in on Sunday, and I prepared snacks for the game. We spent the late afternoon snacking, drinking and teasing each other. I was a bit nervous, but Josh had assured me as we got ready for bed Saturday and again Sunday morning that we had a pretty safe bet . . . we had nothing to worry about.

Well, we all know how that worked out! The first play was a disaster and it went down hill from there. By half time I was a wreck. When Ted went to the bathroom, I confronted Josh. "Oh my God, what are we going to do?" "I don't know if I can do it." Josh reminded me that if the score were reversed we would be expecting Ted to pay up. He apologized repeatedly, but added, "I don't know what else we can do." Josh is a real gambler and has never squelched on a bet, but then I've never been drawn into it before. Ted could see the concern and stress in my face, and he didn't do any gloating, but he didn't offer to let me off the hook either. By the end of the third quarter it was obvious that it was all over but the shouting. The forth quarter was painful as I tried to accept the inevitable and shore myself up to pay up as agreed.

In the final minutes we began to negotiate. Josh asked if he could be in the room to make sure I was OK. Both Ted and I thought that would be awkward. Ted assured us that he would be gentle and respectful and that if we wanted they could set up video so Josh could see that he kept his word. Ted added that he knew I was nervous and that if we were interested he had something to take the edge off.

I had been drinking all afternoon and evening, but I was still a wreck so I was glad that he had a little smoke to help me relax. Josh and I had not smoked "wacky tabacky" since college, it was very good stuff, and I was flying high in only a few minutes. I was still nervous, but much more mellow and just a bit horny.

At the two minute warning I went with Josh into the bedroom so we were able to talk just a minute. He asked me if I was OK. I assured him that I was, and asked him the same thing. He gave me a kiss and encouraged, "Just relax, go with it, and know that I love you."

I went in the bathroom to freshen up. I checked myself out in the mirror. I had on a pale yellow cotton knit blouse with a "V" neckline and four oversized buttons down the front. It had a rounded shirt-cut hem, front and back, worn out over a short, light blue, denim skirt. I had on only white satin thong panties and no bra. The skirt rode high on my thighs, and the blouse clung to my bare breasts. I slipped on the strappy heals that I had worn to dinner the night before that Ted had thought were so sexy, took a deep breath and stepped into the bedroom.

That brings me back to the beginning of this story and his order to "Show me those sweet titties!" I knew he was expecting sex, but I guess in my mind, I thought that we would make out, pet like new lovers and then progress to more intimate acts. I didn't anticipate that he would make me stand in front of him and strip, exhibiting myself for his enjoyment. I took another deep breath to calm my nerves and then eased one lapel of my blouse down still farther until one boob was bare to the nipple, still farther until the nipple popped into view, finally tucking the shirt under the hang of my tit. The room was somewhat dim, but as I stood next to the window the moonlight reflected off my pale naked tit, smooth and white, marred only by my very erect nipple. It was dark, stiff, puckered and hard as a cherry pit. Since high school I have been aware of how much men are attracted to my tits. They are a bit large for my frame, but well shaped, firm, with just right amount of bounce . . . I've always been proud of them. As Ted sat and stared at me, I released the other tit, and stood with my back straight and shoulders back, blatantly exposing my rack. I was still nervous and embarrassed, but that just added sexual tension to my feeling of pride and perverse excitement to be flaunting my naked tits to a very handsome fully dressed stranger . . . I was undeniable aroused!

Unfastening the final button, arching my back and thrusting my swollen nips toward the ceiling, I let my blouse drop to the floor, and stood topless facing my admirer. I had his undivided attention, as he stared unblinking and stroked my ego. "Oh my God . . . you are so incredibly beautiful . . . even more beautiful than I imagined!" I was flattered, but also a bit embarrassed by his comment, and I unconsciously brought my hands to my breasts. He picked up on it immediately and directed, "Oh yeah, play with them for me." With the fingertips of each hand I traced the curve of my cleavage, feeling my taunt bead like nipples drag lines across the palm of my hands. I cupped the underside of my breasts, holding their weight in each hand, I pinched the engorged nubs between my forefinger and thumb, and with the slightest tug an audible moan escaped my lips. That embarrassed me . . . I didn't mean for it to happen!

He sensed that I was getting off on showing myself to him, and he was right! I couldn't help it. He guided me, "Raise your skirt . . . show me your panties." I did as I was told and slowly inched my skirt up displaying more and more tender thigh to him. He didn't move, but he leaned in closer in anticipation of what I was about to show him. I was getting in to my performance and when the hem of my skirt reached the top edged of my panties, I held it in place with my left hand and allowed my right to pet the triangle of satin that I had uncovered for him. He watched intently as I teased him, and myself, by tracing the outline of the bulge that was growing beneath the flimsy fabric of my thong. "Your so fucking sexy!" he encouraged. "Put your hand in there . . . touch that hot little pussy for me!" Without argument, I slid my hand into my panties and caressed my very aroused sex. My pussy lips were distended and its mouth already creamy. He watched my hand intently as it moved beneath the thin, almost transparent, fabric of my panties, blatantly pleasuring myself in front of him. I had never done anything like that in my life! My mother had taught me to be a lady, but to stand topless before a man I had just met with my hand in my panties was anything but lady-like!

I was aroused like never before and I strummed my clit like a guitar. He brought me out of my trance when he summoned me to approach him. I shuffled toward him, tits bobbling, my finger still embedded in the warm moist sheath of my pussy. He made it clear that he wanted me to give myself to him, and encouraged me to "feed him my tit". Finally understanding what he wanted, he remained motionless while I pushed my breast into his face, dragged my stiff nipple across his cheek, chin, and lips, taunting, until he was seduced into nursing me. He licked, sucked and chewed on the sensitive nub, switching from one to the other. He abruptly stopped, grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand from my panties, sucked the juices from my finger, and told me I "tasted sweet as honey". That was so naughty . . . it sent shivers down my spine and tingled between my legs. He had barely even touched me with his hands, and yet he had already sucked my tits and tasted my arousal. When he asked to see my "hot little pussy", I pulled the top of my thong away from my tummy to show him what a lady would have kept private. He leaned close, peered over the band of my panties to examine my womanly charms, and crudely complemented my "beautiful little cunt". I wanted him to see it! I wanted to show him! My pussy was dripping! It was so wildly erotic to present my naked pussy to that handsome hunk of a man! I knew he could smell my arousal!

He slid my panties to the floor, threw me on the bed, and pushed at the insides of my knees to spread my legs as wide as they would go. He kneeled, bringing his face to with in inches of the swollen lips of my naked pussy, and in a strained whisper commanded, "No more teasing you sexy little vixen . . . show me that hot honey-pie!" He puckered and blew a blast of hot breath against my labia that had me shivering with desire. The feel of that hot moist breath against my skin confirmed that he was staring between the quivering lips of my sex! I had never lay with my naked pussy blatantly exposed and masturbated for anyone, not even my husband. I'm not sure why I did, but I showed him all the secret places that lay deep within the folds of a woman's pussy.

With one finger he gently poked and prodded at my sex, exploring and examining every crease and fold. He patiently coaxed my clit out from under its hood until it stood up tall and proud! My pussy had never been examined that thoroughly outside a doctor's office. And then he licked it! One broad swipe of his tongue from the tender tissue just beneath my gash, through its slick mouth, until the pearl of my clit lay on the flat of his tongue. Just as I prepared myself for his assault on my clit, he backed off, and applied a sweet little loving kiss right on the super sensitive orb. He raised his head to admire his handwork. The lips of my pussy flowered in arousal, its mouth gaped open, and the combination of his saliva and my secretions glistened in the light. I have been blessed with good genes so guys had always found me desirable. I never had to want for male attention. I wasn't used to guys that could resist my feminine charms. I never had to seduce a guy . . . they were always eager to please me. Why wouldn't he lick me? Why wouldn't he eat me? I desperately needed him to lick me again, and I involuntarily hunched my pussy in the air beneath his nose! I did everything but beg to tempt him to ravish me! I was on fire!

I wanted to push his face into my crotch and demand that he eat me, but instead he rose and instructed me to undress him. I was frantic, like a woman possessed, clawing at his fasteners, practically ripping his shirt off, tugging at his belt and zipper. He stopped me when he was stripped to his boxers. "You want some cock?" "You need a cock, don't you Christine?", he taunted. "Treat it nice, sweet thing, and I'll let you have it." I petted the front of his shorts, traced the column of flesh that threatened to burst the seams of the thin garment that covered it. It was long, thick and hard! I nuzzled my face against it, felt his stiff shaft against my cheek, and gently clamped my teeth on the side of the shank covered only by the thin fabric of his Calvin Kleins. As if I was feasting on sweet buttered corn on the cob, I applied "love bites" along its length until, to my surprise, my lips touched the bare soft skin of his dickhead poking out the leg of his shorts! I attacked his plum shaped gland with whorish abandon! God forgive me, but I wanted his cock more than ever before!

I was consumed by lust . . . like a seizure . . . I went blind and deaf . . . my mind blanked out. When my brain cleared, I was in the bathroom. I could barely remember what had happened. I was naked, my face was streaked with cum, with huge gobs clinging to my hair. Oh my God . . .what a fuck!

Then it all came rushing back. I checked my watch. It was fifteen minutes past the half hour agreed time limit. What had I done? What would Josh think? What were Josh and Ted doing? I cleaned myself up, dressed and headed for the bedroom door to join my husband and Ted. Panic set it. Please don't let Josh be pissed.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. It was quiet. I headed down the hall and as I approached the family room I heard Ted's voice, "You're so fucking sexy!" "Put your hand in there . . . touch that hot little pussy for me!" Oh fuck, I forgot it was being taped . . . Josh was going to see everything!

I quietly entered the room. I was able to stand behind the couch where they were sitting with out them noticing that I had come in. On the big screen TV, almost life size, I stood, bare breasted, with my hand in my panties, obviously fingering myself as Ted watched. Like a fly on the wall, I watched the two of them acting as if they were enjoying a porno movie. Ted said, "I don't want to piss you off, man, but your wife is not only gorgeous but she is one hot piece of ass!"

I looked back at the screen just in time to see me invite him to peer down my panties to see my naked puss. Somehow that appeared more slutty than if I had just taken them off. I knew what was coming next. I couldn't just sit down between them, ask them to pass the popcorn, as my husband watched my image on the big screen as I toyed with my naked pussy and waved it under his nose to entice his friend to lick it. Silently I backed out of the room, but stopped at the doorway where I could peer around the corner confident that I could duck out of sight if they turned around.

And there it was! At some point while I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, Ted had managed to turn the camera for a perfect shot between my widely spread legs. My husband was watching me flaunt my naked pussy, in a lewd, blatant offering to another man . . . my legs fully spread, two fingers wedged in my labia to display my inner lips and the dark cavern of my womb! When he only licked me once and stopped, I literally rose on my heels, arched my back, hunched my pelvis to bring my wet cunt under his nose! I was behaving like a desperate whore! I remembered how I wanted to beg . . . I didn't remember doing it, until I heard myself say, "Please lick it!" "I need it!" I couldn't believe that I had acted so slutty. How would Josh be able to forgive me? What had I done?

Neither man spoke or moved a muscle. I closed my eyes for just a minute, but quickly turned them to the screen when I heard Ted voice from the TV say, "You want some cock?" "You need a cock, don't you Christine?" "Treat it nice sweet thing, and I'll let you have it."

That when I had blanked out . . . but I would be quickly reminded that it got even worse! I had just begun to humiliate myself and Josh was going to see it all!

It's one thing to privately fantasize about a perfectly sculptured cock, it's quite another to worship one while your husband watches. It was huge, and I held that piece of sausage lovingly in both hands, looking at it adoringly. I flopped it on my upturned face, and as the shaft lay against my cheek, along my nose, across my forehead and into my hairline, I slurped at his ball sack! I was obvious on the tape that I relished the feeling of its size and weight on my face as I rubbed it all over my jaw, cheek chin, and lips! It stiffened to full erection and I held it in both hands as I might have held a foot long all-beef hot dog in a bun and stuffed its head in my mouth! Both men stared at the screen as I sucked and licked on his dick like a woman possessed!

A change of position showed Ted on his back across the bed. I stood astride his head but in a squatted position, leaning forward, my upper body supported by my left hand, as if I was a track sprinter at the starting block. But I wasn't going to run anywhere. I was simultaneously hunching his tongue and stroking his dick with my right hand! It was so long and hard, and I was stroking its full length on each upstroke . . . from balls to cockhead! I was beating his meat in a frenzy of lust! And he wasn't just eating me . . . I was grinding my dangling pussy lips against his tongue and he was slurping at my gash and chewing on my distended lips! It looked so nasty on the giant screen!

I'm sure by that time we had nearly exhausted his allotted time, but Ted wasn't done. He was ready to fuck! In an instant I was doggie style, on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Standing between my heels, he lined up his prick and drove it home in one thrust. Again he had adjusted the camera so that Josh could see, close-up, as his cockhead parted my labia and his shaft disappeared in me, inch by inch by inch . . . slowly until he was balls deep in my womanhood! Then he began to pump, withdrawing all the way to the tip, only to shove it back in to the hilt! Faster, faster, pounding my little pussy! I could be heard, alternately moaning and pleading, "Yes, yes . . . fuck me with your big cock!" "Oh God yes . . . fuck me, fuck me!" I was usually quiet with my husband when we were having sex . . . I had never begged to be fucked! I didn't even remember doing it. I was so embarrassed . . . what was Josh going to think of my slutty behavior?

In a flash I was on my back with my head hanging off the edge. Ted was fucking my face in long hard strokes! He didn't last long. In about four pumps he began to cum down my throat and was still squirting as he jerked it from my lips. Since he was not holding on, his dick twitched, recoiled and twitched again spurting streams of cum in every direction drenching my face in his ejaculation! Josh had seen everything!

That was too much for me. I quickly and quietly turned and headed for the bedroom before they discovered me watching. I had humiliated myself, and had humiliated my husband. I was so ashamed! I went directly to our bedroom, burst into tears, and locked myself in the master bath. I washed my hair and scrubbed my body until it was raw. I was still crying as I climbed into bed. An hour later I sucked up my tears and pretended to be asleep when I heard Josh at the bedroom door. I didn't want to face him and thought if I lay still, he would go on to sleep. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed next to me. In a rush of emotion I turned, sat up, threw my arms around his neck and began to plead. "I'm so sorry!" "I don't know what happened." "Please forgive me!"

His reaction was not as I thought. "Oh honey, there is nothing to be sorry about." "You are so hot!" "You're the sexiest woman on the planet!" We needed no foreplay . . . within five minutes we were banging the headboard against the wall. He was hotter than a firecracker. I experienced still another "first" that night . . . two men in the same night! But at least that "first" included my husband.

I was nervous the next morning to face Ted, but he quickly put me at ease. He never mentioned a word about the game or the "extra curricular" activities as I fixed breakfast. Instead he focused on how good of hosts we had been to him and how much he was going to miss my cooking.

We walked him to his rental car to head to the airport and he paused just before he sat down in the car, turned and tossed "the ball" to Josh. "For my new friends", he said, "I want you guys to have it." He got in the car and drove off.