"MY FANTASY LEAGUE"

MY FANTASY LEAGUE

Allow me to get this out of the way first. I’m Vicki, and I’m a rabid football fan. Good old fashioned American football. Please don’t give up on my tale if you’re not into American football or the National Football League. I’ll get to what happened in my sex life after I explain how I got there.

I’ve been married going on ten years now to a wonderful guy who loves football too. And therein lies the problem. Dan went over to the dark side, at least that’s how I saw it. He’d gone bonkers over fantasy football. Okay, if you live outside the U.S. or in a cave and don’t know what that is, basically you select (in a number of different ways depending on your league) a slate of players from around the NFL, and their individual stats each week determine which fans win. I know it’s more complicated than that but I really don’t give a shit. I hate it.

Danny gets upset when I buy NFL apparel because I tell him I like the colors (I usually wear a Drew Brees jersey as nightwear even though I’m not a Saints fan). He thinks I should buy based on the team I root for. He fails to see the irony in that it’s exactly how he plays fantasy football. It’s never about your favorite team winning or losing. It’s about how a bunch of unrelated players perform in games. He’ll get upset when he ‘owns’ a quarterback whose team gets up early in a game and stops passing to allow the running game to chew up yardage and time. The team wins the game yet Danny lost by selecting the winning quarterback who ends up without gaudy individual stats.

I’d rather root for my favorite team to win. I didn’t care if a running back on a losing team rushed for 180 yards while his team got blown out. That’s not being a fan in my opinion. An eastern Connecticut native, my favorite team has been and always will be the Patriots. I probably wasn’t the only woman jealous of Giselle. Tom Brady’s a hunk, but so were many NFL studs. I admit that a bit of my fandom has been in fantasizing about getting nailed by a player, and I don’t mean on the field!

My first boyfriend was the high school quarterback. I gladly gifted my virginity to him and never looked back. Of course my husband played football in high school and college. He was a wide receiver mostly. He did well but wasn’t a star. It didn’t matter to me though. I fell in love with him and we’ve been together since.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” I asked him as we lay in bed late on a Saturday night.

“It’s a great line-up of games so a few of the guys in our league will be over to watch. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know why I asked, Danny Boy. Maybe it’s because the Pats play Monday night and I thought we could do something other than sit at home and watch other games I don’t care about.”

“I’m not stopping you from doing whatever you want to do.”

“That’s encouraging. Maybe I’ll call a gigolo.”

It took several seconds to register. His quizzical look morphed into something darker as he said, “What…? You have…?” He finally found his voice and said, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Maybe I’m not. I remember what you said when I found out you saw that hooker two years ago: ‘It’s not like an affair. I just got off, that’s all.’ Well, maybe I want some of that excitement for a change.”

“Do you want it now?” he asked.

“I don’t have an appointment though.”

“C’mon, you don’t have to be like that.”

“How should I be?” I blurted out. “Once upon a time you’d be spontaneous, and I loved it. Now it’s like I have to ask to be fucked. I guess you’re so into the fantasy football shit that I’m in second place. I bet Logan wouldn’t put me in second place.”

“That’s not fair, Vicki.”

“Why not? I bet he’s not one of the guys coming over tomorrow.”

“Well… actually he’s not.” He thought for a moment and then added, “It’s not like I don’t see what goes on between you two; the way you flirt with each other. I also know that he talks about you, like he’s always saying that if I didn’t want you he’d take you in a heartbeat—his words.”

Logan Matthews was a former quarterback who started for Bucknell for a couple of years. He’s six foot three, still lean and muscular, and my primo fantasy.

And he’s single.

“Is that why you don’t invite him over anymore? Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not jealous.”

“Well, maybe you should be,” I said, wondering how he’d react.

“I don’t know what you want but I’m not going to fall for this tease of yours. You’re trying to get my goat but it won’t work. Actually, Logan is coming over Monday night since the Pats are playing the Steelers, and you know how much of a Steelers fan he is.”

I snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear, “What if he seduced me during the game? What if he touched me and kissed me when you weren’t looking?” He didn’t say anything although it didn’t mean he wasn’t responding. “Oh my God, it turned you on!” I muttered as his cock bobbed to a quick erection.

He sheepishly said, “Yeah, I guess it does. Every time I saw you flirting with him I imagined how hot it would be to watch you two in bed together. That’s why I can’t say I’d be jealous. I would only be hurt if you cheated on me behind my back or left me.”

I wasn’t naïve. I was aware of the cuckold phenomenon that seemed to be pervasive nowadays. However I never thought Danny would think like that. But there was his hard-on pointing to the bedroom ceiling.

“I’ve never cheated on you, sweetheart, and never would,” I said aloud, but then I whispered, “But maybe I can take care of both our ‘problems’ by imagining I’m with Logan while I—“ I didn’t finish because I demonstrated instead, straddling him and taking him into me.

I closed my eyes and imagined I was riding my favorite ex-quarterback. What my husband fantasized in the meantime could only be guessed at. We nevertheless both came quickly.

* * *

Sunday afternoon I played the subservient hostess, making sure the four men had plenty of beer and munchies as they simultaneously channel surfed our TV while combing the internet for the most up-to-date game statistics.

Luke, Owen and Mike were okay guys but far from being studs. During the early games all they did was complain about how most of their players were in the later games. Go figure. “If that’s the case,” I asked at one point, “why the hell do you spend all this time fretting over the ones that ARE playing? Why not just wait to find out their fantasy point totals later?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” my husband argued with a ‘what-do-you-know’ expression on his face.

Indeed…. where was the fun?

I left them to their fun and barricaded myself in my bedroom to read. The novel I was in the midst of wasn’t doing anything for me, so I rummaged around in dresser drawers looking for the mommy porn book I’d read last month. This one involved a wife who became a high-end escort and how it turned on her husband so much he wanted to watch her with johns.

I flipped through pages until I came to the first sexy part, describing how the heroine got over her nervousness and discovered that she liked the anonymous sex. As my pussy leaked and I fought the urge to masturbate, I thought of what I’d said to Danny right here in bed last night. Could I actually go through with seducing Logan right in my own home?

With my husband watching?

My mind conjured up a few scenarios with the ultimate result being that the book was discarded, my jeans were undone, and my hand was in my panties working furiously. With my eyes closed I imagined myself naked and bent over like a center ready to hike the ball; and Logan the quarterback behind me ready to take it, though it wasn’t his hands at my crotch. I worked hard at containing my orgasmic scream so the boys didn’t hear me.

It wasn’t until later that evening during a boring Sunday Night Football game that I brought up Logan and Monday night. I told Dan I’d stop at the supermarket after work and pick up some nacho chips and salsa, along with more beer. “I might stop to get some tequila as well,” I said. “I know Logan loves his margaritas.”

“You’re not still thinking about what you said last night, are you?”

I chuckled. “Why do you ask? I thought you wouldn’t be jealous if he came on to me. Isn’t that what you said?”

“So, you ARE thinking about it,” he replied. His expression and body language piqued my curiosity. Maybe HE was thinking about it too.

“Maybe it’ll only be flirting as usual. Maybe…”

We dropped the subject and watched the game. Later in bed he made the first move and went down on me. Between lascivious licks he said, “Do you dream of Logan doing this to you?”

Approaching orgasm, I croaked, “Yes!”

As I climaxed he moved his tongue away and said, “Would you squirt for him?”

I cried out, “Oh yes!”

He climbed up between my splayed legs and whispered, “Would you take him bareback?”

I cried out, “Yes!” again as he slid into me, stiffer than he’d been in a while and noticeably leaking pre-cum.

We fucked faster than fast-and-furious cars sped in those movies and both of us came with shrieks of ecstasy. Cum leaking from my pussy suggested that he’d ejaculated quite a bit more than usual. Fantasy play-talk or not, his questions gave me the green light to go for it. Sexually sated though I was, I imagined a few scenarios in seducing Logan and I was hot again. I knew what my dreams would be that night.

* * *

I was a basket case all day at work. I alternated between a warm pussy and cold feet. While I shopped at the supermarket and then the liquor store I leaned toward chickening out. It wasn’t until I was home and interpreted the look on Danny’s face as nervous anticipation did I know I’d go through with it.

We had a light dinner and then I showered, making sure I shaved myself smooth for my possible new lover. I put on my sleepwear Brees number 9 jersey and a pair of workout shorts over nothing at all. Danny wore a Pats jersey and I figured Logan would show up in Steelers garb. Beer was cold in the fridge. Tequila, salt, sliced limes and mixers were out on the sideboard. Nachos were in a bowl, with fiery salsa and queso dip ready next to it.

I was ready too.

I tried not to laugh as I viewed Danny’s nervous welcome in ushering Logan into our house. Logan didn’t seem to notice the crazy nervousness but he noticed me. Maybe it was the bare legs. Maybe it was my unencumbered breasts under the football jersey. Or maybe it was the pheromones I must have been secreting. Whatever it was, he gravitated to me faster than usual. We flirted continuously as we fixed drinks and settled in on the sofa to watch the pregame show. Danny looked uncomfortable sitting alone in his easy chair, yet if Logan noticed his uneasiness he would’ve misinterpreted it as jealous concern.

After munching on a loaded-up nacho chip, Logan said, “Why the Saints uni, Vicki? You a big Drew Brees fan?”

“I like all quarterbacks, Logan. This just happens to be my comfortable nightgown.”

“Your nightgown?” he said in surprise. “Really?”

Danny chuckled and said, “Oh yeah, sometimes in bed we pretend we’re a center-quarterback tandem and I get my hands down between those luscious thighs…” I couldn’t believe my husband went that far into sexual territory. At least it was one more signal that it was a ‘go’ for me and Logan.

Logan looked at me (more accurately, he looked at my legs) and said to Dan, “I guess you two have a great sex life. That’s cool.” Did he understand that Danny was kidding?

Before my husband responded I said, “Yes we do, but we fantasize a lot too. A woman can’t get too much, can she?” He glanced from me to grinning Danny, unsure of what was going on. I added to his uncertainty by asking, “Speaking of love life is there any particular woman gracing your bed lately?”

“No… no one. I’m between girlfriends, I’d guess you could say.”

“You must be a bit horny then if that’s the case?” I said with what I hoped was a mischievous smile. He looked me over once more as a man would do, but smartly didn’t answer me.

The game began with the Steelers taking the upper hand. Two drives and the score was 10-0. On the Pats’ third possession they had a third-and-seventeen from midfield when I turned to Logan and said, “I bet they convert… hook pattern to the running back.”

Logan laughed, “Brady doesn’t have it today. What’s the bet?”

“The winner gets to take the other’s pants off.”

He studied my short-shorts and legs and said, “You really want that?”

I purposely stared at his crotch and said, “Of course, because I’m going to win the bet,” knowing that I’d win either way. The pass and run netted twenty yards and a first down.

I slid off the sofa and onto my knees in front of Logan. “Scoot up so I can take them off,” I said as I reached to undo his belt buckle. Still with a perplexed look on his face he did what he was told. His expression changed when I took his boxers down along with his jeans. His cock sprung up nicely when freed so I knew he wasn’t as perplexed as he seemed.

“Nice unit there, big guy,” I said, admiring but not touching his nine or so inch long cock. My pussy tingled and sang. This was going to be fun, as long as my husband didn’t suddenly get jealous and change his mind.

I sat back down next to Logan and watched the game as if what had transpired was nothing special. I made another prediction when the Pats had a fourth and one deep in Steelers’ territory. I said they’d go for it. When the field goal unit was sent out, Logan said, “Does that mean I get to take your pants off?”

“Of course, a bet’s a bet,” though we hadn’t set new terms.

Danny paid rapt attention as Logan kicked his boxers the rest of the way off from his ankles, knelt in front of me and slowly removed my shorts. I noticed him gasp when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties, and that the crotch of my shorts was soaked.

“I take it you like what you see?” I said.

He nodded before looking at Danny. “Man, are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Danny looked flushed when he responded, “Oh yeah.”

I added, “Of course he’s okay with it. Let’s just say that this is a different fantasy league, and I’m the end zone.”

Logan chuckled and said, “I guess I’m going to score. And the end zone looks very inviting.” He kissed first one thigh and then the other as he slowly worked his lips toward my hungry pussy. If he was surprised by my wetness he didn’t say anything, instead running his tongue teasingly around my labia with an occasional thrust of his tongue-tip between my moist folds. I hoped it wasn’t from a lack of skill or experience that kept him away from my clitoris, yet my little pearl felt neglected to the point I became impatient with him. I almost shouted out for him to lick or suck it when he looked up and into my eyes, smiled and went for my stiff and precious little nub with gusto.

In my mind I shouted touchdown! as the contraction that began my orgasm traveled up my spine and made my hips buck involuntarily several times. When I stopped moaning and my vision cleared I saw his lips and chin were soaked and his splendid cock like a thick steel rod and leaking pre-cum.

“I think you get to run another series, big guy,” I said as he rose and sat back down next to me. None of us were paying attention to the game (for good reason) so when I palmed Logan’s erection and finally checked the television I was surprised to see that the score was 14-10 Patriots. I picked up a plate of loaded nachos and straddled Logan’s thighs, facing him. “I bet the Pats have this game already,” I said while taking a chip and placing it at his mouth.

I rubbed my pubic mound against his steely cock as he chewed on the nacho. Finally he said, “What’s the wager on that bet?”

“I don’t know, maybe you’ll win either way.”

I fed him another nacho, and with cheese and salsa dribbling down his chin I followed with my lips. While we kissed his erection vibrated against my smooth mons pubis. With my lips on his and my tongue buried in his chip-and-salsa mouth, I buried something else too: I rose up a bit and guided his cock into me. Then I basically fell on him with a gasp. I wasn’t ready for his length and girth, but I had no second thoughts as I undulated up and down with our lips still connected and our tongues dancing.

He was almost too big for me. However I reached a comfortable feeling as he filled me while I bounced. He’d lifted my jersey and fondled my breasts. We broke the kiss because basically we had to breathe.

“Oh God, Vicki, you’re so hot!” he said almost in a groan.

Up-down. Up-down… “You’re gorgeous,” I nonsensically muttered. “I love the way your cock feels in me… oh dammit I’m gonna cum!” My ensuing scream probably didn’t do Logan’s eardrums any favors. As the sweet convulsions swept through my body I barely registered that I was still bouncing upon his splendid dick.

That’s when he groaned, “It’s… my… turn!” holding me tight to stop my thrashing movement and unloading what felt like a half dozen ropes of hot semen right at my womb’s door. I’d succumbed to my fantasy so totally that protection never entered my mind. Well, no sense in worrying now, considering how deeply he’d shot his load.

After I kissed him again in post-orgasmic bliss we both turned to Danny and saw that he’d taken his pants off and had happily jerked off all over himself. He looked at us and grinned sheepishly.

“Yeah, that was hot like I knew it would be,” my husband said. “Isn’t she hot, Logan, my man?”

“I always knew she was hot, Danny Boy. I just didn’t know you two got off on stuff like this.” He paused and then added, “If I had known I would’ve joined in sooner.”

Danny suddenly came out of the chair as I climbed off Logan. My husband whispered, “Nice creampie” and followed it up by licking my pussy, spent cum and all. Logan couldn’t believe it, and I guess I didn’t either. Danny couldn’t have surprised me more.

Logan said, more to himself than to us, “I probably should’ve worn a condom but then again it might’ve spoiled the fun.”

My clit was still aflame so Danny’s licking and sucking had me cumming quickly (and loudly) again.

My discarded shorts became our towel as we used it to wipe the remnants of sex from various body parts before turning our attention back to the game. I mixed another round of margaritas and settled in on the sofa between my two men. By this time in the second half the Patriots were running away with the game much to Logan’s chagrin. To the guys winners and losers didn’t matter as I palmed both cocks and felt them rise to the occasion.

After another margarita went down the hatch, I rose from the sofa and retrieved an old football from a closet. “Let’s play,” I said, looking at two stiff ones and two big grins. Remembering Danny’s fantasy comment about center-quarterback play I pulled off my jersey and then took Logan’s hand and guided him to his feet. “You’re the quarterback, of course,” I said as I licked my lips in anticipation of having his thick cock in me again.

Danny laughed and said, “What position do I play?”

“You’re a defensive lineman… don’t go offside now.” He laughed again.

I took a stance over the ball and stuck my ass out to Logan. He didn’t actually position his hands to take the ball, instead rubbing my wet pussy and using his thumb on my swollen clit. I lustfully looked back at him and whispered, “I’m expecting a quarterback sneak.”

Logan held me at the hips and slowly slid his cock into me. As he began to thrust I met my husband’s eyes and opened my mouth, emitting a moan of pure pleasure. He watched Logan going in and out of me while stroking his cock, and so I reached up and grabbed him and pulled him into my mouth. Now I had his balls in hand instead of a football. Logan fucked me hard and his big cock did its magic all over again. I was cumming while trying to suck Danny and it wasn’t an easy task!

My orgasmic cry was stifled by my husband’s dick, especially when he ejaculated down my throat. Logan, probably considering once more that he wasn’t wearing a condom, pulled out of my pulsating vagina and cried out, “Oh sweet Jesus…” and unloaded several streams over my ass and back. Danny surprised me by spewing again on my face, I imagined by the sight of Logan’s massive cumshot. I ran my fingers through the goo and lasciviously put them in my mouth while smiling dreamily at Logan.

I moved into Logan’s arms and said, “You can fuck me anytime, quarterback.”

With one eye on Danny he replied, “Are you sure? I mean, I’d love to be your regular fuck buddy as long as Danny’s okay with it.”

“I think you can tell that I’m okay with it,” Danny said, still holding his wilting and still dribbling cock as he watched us hug and kiss.

We settled down and watched the end of the game. The Steelers apparently made a valiant attempt to come back late but it was of no use as the Patriots prevailed. I say apparently because we missed all the action with our own action.

Logan didn’t seem to mind his favorite team’s losing, since in the long run he ‘won’ tonight. I curled up in his lap and told him how great he’d been and that I loved the way he filled me so well. With a sidelong look at my husband he said that he’d always had a thing for me and that he was glad tonight happened.

“I hope it’s not just tonight,” I murmured before slipping my tongue between his lips, making him unable to answer me. I felt his dick stir at my backside so I knew the answer anyway. Quarterbacks always take the lead.

When our lips parted he said just above a whisper, “Tonight’s not over, is it?”

I gazed into his amazing eyes and shook my head. He arose with me in his strong arms and nonchalantly asked my husband where the bedroom was. Danny was hard again, probably from seeing his wife being carried by a big, handsomely built man to bed to get suitably fucked right in front of him. I wasn’t only aroused by Logan but I was also turned on by Danny’s reaction to watching. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I knew I’d cum quickly and often before Logan was done with me.

Logan seemed to understand what I and Danny wanted. He laid me on the bed and propped my ass up on a pillow. He then raised my legs up so my ankles were on his shoulders and slowly placed the head of his swollen cock between my labia. He moved it up and down a bit as a tease, although my pussy was so wet by this time I needed no teasing foreplay.

“I’m gonna enjoy this one the most, beautiful lady,” he said before he slid an inch or two of his cock into me.

I alternated eye contact between Logan and Danny. The phrase ‘breathless anticipation’ came to mind, both for me and my darling voyeur husband. Logan smiled as he slowly went deeper. When he was in my vagina to the hilt I gasped, still unaccustomed to having a man as big as he was. Unaccustomed didn’t mean unpleasant though.

I practically yelled, “FUCK ME!”

And he did.

Hard.

Relentless.

Fucking.

The bed shook like it never shook before as Logan pounded into me while my legs beat a tattoo on his shoulders. I didn’t realize Danny had joined us until his lips found mine. It was hard to kiss since I was moaning and breathing in desperate pants, but my husband still managed to put his tongue almost into my throat. I don’t think he cared for the way I pushed him away from me, but I wanted badly to drink in the sight of this magnificently muscled man straining to fuck me hard like I desperately wanted to be fucked.

Logan kissed one leg near my ankle and then the other as he thrust, before he took one of my feet and sucked on my big toe. I’d never had that done to me and it was surprisingly erotic. I saw Danny out of the corner of my eye staring at the place where Logan and I were joined, were one. What was he thinking as he saw another man’s cock go in and out of me? As Logan sucked on my toe I thought about whether I could suck his cock sometime. He was so big I imagined I’d never be able to do it without choking. But I’d try, just for him.

“OH… GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” I screamed when the orgasm hit me like a giant wave against a breakwater.

Logan emitted a deep groan before pulling out of me and spraying my belly and breasts with several streams of hot semen. Before I could react my husband sent several more hot streams my way. I was covered with love-icing as a tasty cake should be. My men collapsed around me as I absently dabbed at the goo and rubbed a little around and onto my tingling nipples.

“Who’s playing Thursday night?” I asked before inviting Logan over for a second round.

* * *

Danny and I didn’t talk much about Logan and me until Tuesday evening as we prepared for bed.

“Are you still okay with what happened?”

He thought for a moment and then answered me. “Yes, I’m okay. Actually, I’m better than okay. I’ve always considered myself a lucky guy to have you, and feel more prideful than jealous when a guy looks at you the way Logan always does. I remember that time when we rented the porn video and the way you reacted when you saw all the men with big cocks. You were so hot that night that I knew those cocks were what you were fantasizing about. After that I’d fantasize about you being in one of those movies and having the biggest cock fill and stretch you. In my fantasies you’d scream like never before and cum so violently that you’d squirt. I also knew how you dreamed of quarterbacks and then when you met Logan I saw the way you flirted with him. That’s when I began to fantasize that he was hung and watching the two of you having sex.”

I said, “How come you never said anything?”

“I was afraid you’d take anything I said the wrong way, like I didn’t love you or something.”

“You know how much I love you, and last night just makes me love you more.”

“I feel the same way,” I said. I noticed him growing erect so I asked what specifically he was thinking about.

He smiled, “What was really amazing was watching Logan’s cock as he went in and out of you… all shiny and wet from your juices, the way your pussy looked stretched to take him and how you reacted when he went all the way in… deep.”

“So that’s what you were looking at?” I asked as I palmed his cock and felt it stiffening in my hand.

“That and your face—especially when you came. You’ve never looked so desirable.”

“I hope you understand how overwhelming this still is to me,” I said as I began to absently stroke him. “But thank you for letting me indulge with Logan. It really was great, and I’m looking forward to Thursday Night Football… and having him again.”

“May I have you now?” he said with exaggerated flourish.

“Why not? You are my husband after all.”

Danny always liked doggie-style, and I admit it was my favorite as well since his cock had a unique curved shape that seemed to hit the right spot in me. Logan’s cock on the other hand did the trick in that position as well, for another reason. As Danny began fucking me I thought, I have to ask Danny what position he’d like to watch me in.

For the moment I pushed Logan out of my mind and gave my husband the sexual attention my sweetheart deserved.

* * *

Lost in memories of what happened Monday night and what was about to happen on Thursday was my surprise that Danny wasn’t talking incessantly about fantasy football. I didn’t have to listen to his complaints about this player or that, or how unfair it was that one of his players was taken out of last Sunday’s game for an inconsequential injury. He wasn’t talking with his friends at all hours of the day. Instead, he was hornier than he’d been in years during football season, and I loved it. I didn’t think of Logan as a substitute. I thought of him as a bonus, like a dessert to be savored. I’m a lustful woman so any sex for me was welcome. This new development was nirvana.

The Thursday Night game didn’t look attractive on the surface, though those kinds of apparent mismatches could ultimately be quite entertaining. Since the Giants were one of the teams I pulled out an old Eli Manning jersey and prepared for Logan’s visit. Danny ordered pizzas while I got the drink fixings ready.

Logan looked a bit uncomfortable when he arrived. I hoped it was because he was fixated on fucking me again and not some silly worry about Danny. The big lug brought along a nerf football so I knew that we would ‘play’ and turn it into foreplay. I was wet thinking about it. But food, drink and kickoff came first. Danny wore his Gronk uni jersey, while Logan had on a retro Jerome Bettis number 36.

“Am I the only quarterback?” I teased.

Danny gave me a kiss and then said, “You’re calling the plays, aren’t you?”

“I guess I am.” I answered with a big grin. I said to Logan, “What, no Roethlisberger?”

He shrugged his wide shoulders. “Naw, to me he’s a bum.” As a Steelers fan his comment was a surprise, though I understood where it came from and let it go.

During the first quarter we gorged on pizza and guzzled margaritas while talking about anything but sex. Nevertheless sex was the six-hundred pound gorilla in the room. We all wanted it, and we wanted it badly. Following a Giants interception and some pretty shabby tackling afterwards, with my hand at his crotch and feeling his bulge I said, “I bet you could tackle better than those guys, even for a quarterback.”

Smiling, he said, “Would you like to be tackled?”

All I did was nod my head and the real game of the night began with its own kickoff—the kicking off of our clothes. The three of us took off everything but the uni tops before Logan tossed me the foam toy football. He was beautifully erect already, saying, “This is how I’d tackle you,” as he playfully pounced on me and brought me to the carpet. Before Logan’s mouth hungrily found mine I noticed that Danny was very hard too as he watched us from the sofa.

Logan whispered in my ear, “You’re the hottest ticket around. I’m so envious of Danny for having you…”

I whispered back, “You can have me now.”

He scooted down between my parted thighs and began to nibble on my clit.

I moaned, “It feels so gooooooood.”

He stopped long enough to say, “That’s why I’m doing it,” before going back to licking and sucking my little, sensitive nubbin while I grabbed his hair and held him to the task.

Over the ‘noise’ in my head I soon heard Danny utter in some amazement, “Oh man, look at her, she’s gonna cum!”

He was correct. I screamed as my hips bucked from the most magnificent release.

Logan chuckled and said, “You squirted, too,” and it was evident by how wet his mouth and chin were. My juices didn’t bother me one iota; I pulled him atop me and planted my lips on his while spreading my legs wider for him.

Like a litany that would never end, he declared me “The hottest…!” as he placed the head of his cock at my opening and slid forward. He fucked me slowly at first, and didn’t pick up his pace until after my loving, voyeuristic husband answered him, “Yes, she is the hottest!”

Unlike Monday night I had an out-of-body experience as I focused on Logan as he fucked me. I didn’t concentrate on what he was doing to my vagina. Instead I admired his face as he enjoyed me and travelled down his own road to orgasm. I admired the way his muscled arms flexed as he plunged into my womanhood. I admired the way his ass muscles scrunched under my hands as I grasped him and urged him deeper. I admired the way he filled me so gloriously on each thrust. I admired the way his eyes suddenly unfocused and rolled back a bit as he approached release.

We came together with comingled howls and juices. I didn’t notice until later that Danny had happily jerked off all over himself while watching us.

This time Logan hadn’t pulled out so a tiny voice at the back of my mind began to wonder about fertility cycles. I bet my husband hadn’t thought about those circumstances, and basically in my heightened state of arousal I hadn’t either.

The football game was closer than I’d thought it would be but nonetheless the Giants still won. By game’s end none of us had football jerseys on as we drank and goofily tossed the ball between us. Danny couldn’t take his eyes off of me and was hard again so wordlessly I knelt in front of him and took him into my mouth. Like a cheerleader Logan urged me on as I took my loving husband’s hard cock as deep as I could while concurrently stroking its base, occasionally moving my hand to massage his balls.

“Oh… honey… I’m… cumming…” he moaned as he let go deep into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could without choking. I glanced over at Logan, who’d watched the blow-job intently and was standing up, looking at me (meaning my ass) with his glorious cock standing tall and proud as well. He smiled and tossed the toy football in the air a few times while smiling at me. I smiled back at him with cum covered lips, ogling his sculpted, muscular body along with his equally sculpted and muscular erection.

“It wouldn’t be such a bad thing, Vicki, if you’d try to tackle me now,” Logan said, tossing the ball upward and catching it again as he spoke.

“It looks like you have some amazing recuperative powers,” I said, my eyes focused on that cock of his, knowing how it soon would stretch me nicely again.

“A woman like you can make a man recover very quickly, right Danny?”

My husband looked like he couldn’t wait to watch me fuck Logan again as he answered, “Quite right, big guy. She’s always made me recover quickly and I know I will again, if you know what I mean.”

“You mean if she tackles me?”

Danny looked into my eyes and said, “Don’t worry, she’ll tackle you alright. In fact I’m looking forward to it.” Then he pulled me to him and kissed me, cum lips and all.

I whispered that I loved him before standing and going to Logan. My ‘tackle’ was leaping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist as the nerf ball went flying, forgotten immediately. Now it was Logan at my hungry lips. His hands between my ass cheeks and my upper thighs, he slowly and firmly lowered me onto his turgid shaft. I gasped once more as I was fully impaled and then he began lifting me up and lowering me again in a blissful rhythm. I held on, mashing my breasts with their taut and aching nipples against his muscular chest. His cock wasn’t the only muscle I enjoyed as he fucked me.

I didn’t realize that Danny was behind me until he kissed a shoulder and cupped my bouncing ass cheeks. If his proximity bothered Logan he didn’t let on. Danny said just above a whisper, “He’s going deep, isn’t he?”

My reply was quite a bit louder, “Yes, oh yes, oh Godddddddddd yessssssssssss!”

Logan then shocked me by saying, “You want to feel it, Danny my man? Go ahead.”

He didn’t hesitate. My husband slipped his hand underneath me and I felt his fingers at my stretched wide labia. He had to be touching Logan’s wet cock as it penetrated me! My mind was a mess thinking of the surprise and yet I was so near orgasm that I pushed the thoughts away. That was when Dan’s circling fingertips found their way to my clit.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Only afterwards did I wonder if my scream hurt Logan’s eardrums. Nevertheless, Logan groaned as he experienced my colossal orgasm aurally, physically and wetly as I was sure my squirting juices were running like rivers down his legs.

“Cum on her… coat her good!” my darling, sharing husband cried out when he realized that Logan was about to climax.

Logan tossed me onto the sofa, pumped his slick cock a couple of times and shot the mother of all cumshots on my breasts and belly. The second and third shots were nearly as impressive as I moaned under the hot, gooey shower. Logan was still cumming but by then I was lost in rubbing his hot semen all over my chest and down to my pubic mound. Danny got his wish, I realized—Logan had coated me very well indeed.

Although Logan had fucked me, the after-play demonstrated that I’d had two lovers. Both men kissed and fondled me and didn’t seem fazed by the film of sticky semen that was all over me by then. I was as contented as I’d ever been following sex.

I told Danny that I loved him. He beamed and said that he loved me too.

I then said, to both of them really, “Can we do this again sometime?”

Logan hesitated while looking to Danny for a sign, and when my husband nodded he finally said, “I’d love to, even if there’s no football on. I mean, we can create our own game, right?”

His eyes sparkling and his smile radiant, I replied, “It’ll be our own version of fantasy football.”

“My fantasy came true,” he uttered. I think three fantasies came true, actually.

* * *

After showering and lying in bed next to my husband I asked the question that was eating at my mind. “I’ll never question your love for me and your motivation for letting me have Logan, but I got the impression the last time that you don’t necessarily just want to watch. Do you want a real threesome?”

He hesitated, and I knew a new phase of our marriage was about to begin. He finally said, “It’s something that you probably aren’t aware of but Logan has hinted to me in the past that he’s bisexual. Now that I’ve seen his body I can understand the attraction and maybe I’m a little afraid of it… for me, not you.”

“Do you mean that you’re attracted to him?”

“Maybe. I’ve never felt that way before until tonight. That’s why I’m reluctant to try a real threesome.”

“Oh sweetheart,” I said. “Don’t worry about my reaction. You let me indulge in something that I thought would remain a fantasy forever, so why don’t we have that threesome… in this bed… and indulge in any way you want, okay?”

“We truly have a special bond, don’t we?” he said before he kissed me, his cock hard and telling me everything. I really wasn’t ‘worried’ about him or thought any less of him for contemplating exploring new desires—as long as he backed off on his fantasy football obsession and paid attention to the new fantasy paradigm. His friends Mike, Luke and Owen would have to find someone else to play with. The well hung, former Bucknell quarterback was our new teammate, and no matter what transpired going forward I was already the new league’s winner!

THE END

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