A Superbowl Win (A/L)

(A) – This story contains anal play, including analingus and anal fingering. 

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

It was February 6th 2011. My husband M and I were in our mid fifties at this time. It was Super Bowl Sunday, featuring the Green Bay Packers versus the Pittsburgh Steelers. We had about 25 people over to watch the game. It was a mix of friends and family, including my husband’s sister and her husband, several of that group’s mothers, and a few other friends, both couples and singles. I was wearing my Brett Farve jersey, a pair of gold leggings, and my Packers knee-high socks pulled over my leggings up to my knees.

We had people situated around the TV in the living room and some around another TV in the sunroom. I was running back and forth between getting food ready and putting it on platters and he was mixing drinks. Every once in a while, when everybody’s attention was on the TVs, he would sneak up behind me and reach an arm around me to grab a boob or squeeze my butt. I would return the sentiment by occasionally groping him in return.

This really wasn’t unusual for us to do. In the past, we’d once had sex in a closet at a wedding reception, and at another time gave one another manual orgasms in a movie theater, not to mention the times I had gone down on him while he was driving, and many other similar experiences. We both enjoy the risqué behavior. Being around others while sneaking sexual exchanges between ourselves, we had taken that it extremes at times. When we look back on it, we are amazed that we went that far around others, although mind you, we never did get caught. But his sister does know about the incidents through our discussions.

It was during this time of getting things ready and playful exchanges that I went downstairs to get another bottle of wine out of the cooler. As I pulled it out of the cooler, I held it by the neck, stopping for a moment with my fingers wrapped around it. I started thinking about him grabbing me.

I felt a wave of exhilaration as I imagined my fingers wrapped around his stiff member.

Walking over to the steps, I called up to the kitchen.

“Honey can you come down here for a minute?”

M’s sister happened to be standing in the kitchen, leaning against a wall by the door and chatting with my girlfriend Cheryl. She heard me, opened  the door and asked, “Did you want me to come down?”

To be honest with you I was tempted. But then I said, “No send your brother down okay? I want him to look at something.”

One of the reasons I didn’t want her to come down was that I had already managed to pull my leggings and panties off and was now dressed only in my jersey, bra, and socks.

About a minute later I heard heavy footsteps coming down. I stood behind the bar where the cooler was, holding my breath, hoping it was M and not somebody else.

Fortunately, it was him. As he walked up to the bar, he couldn’t see what I had going on below the waist. I came walking out from behind the bar and let him see my legs, pulling up the front of my jersey and also showing him the neatly-trimmed landing strip just above the crease of my vulva.

He got a big smile and said, “Cuuuute.”

I walked up and wrapped my arms up around his neck and gave him a kiss. The fact is, I was totally consumed, and it didn’t take but a second for him to be as well. In moments, we were tonguing, kissing, and groping one another. I slid my hands up underneath his jersey, squeezing his chest and pinching his nipples, then slid my hands around his back, down to his waistband, grabbed his ass and pulled it into me. I dropped down to my knees, unbuckled his belt and jeans, and yanked them down along with his underwear. He was already pretty thick with arousal. Wrapping my fingers around it, I looked up at him with a smile, then pulled it into my mouth, sucking it hard.

I love when he’s still soft and I can suck him like a lollipop, feeling that loose skin pull along with my lips as I drag them up along the shaft and back down again. It’s never long before it’s hard as a rock and I lose that sensation, so I savor it!

“Babe, what are you doing? We’ve got people upstairs—including our moms!”

I kept on sucking, slipping my hands around behind him and grabbing that firm ass again, kneading it in my fingers.

After a few minutes, I stood up, walked over to the pool table got myself seated up on top of it, and hooked my heels on the edge. M shuffled over to me with his pants now down around his ankles, and dove in, face first between my legs. My hand rested on the back of his head as he licked and sucked. I felt two fingers slip inside me as he continued to work my clit, and I whimpered at the feeling.

I could hear all of the people talking over the TV as the game continued, with occasional outbursts punctuating the candor going on right above us.

Looking over my shoulder at the steps, I realized I could still hear his sister talking to my friend Cheryl.

Laying down flat on the table, I put both hands on the back of his head, laying my heels over his shoulders and humping his mouth. I quickly had an orgasm.

M lifted his face from me, his lips and chin wet as he kissed his way upward. He pushed my jersey up, squeezing my breasts through my bra and kissing all along the perimeter of it. Then he pulled the cup off of one breast and sucked my hard nipple before moving up to my lips.

I hovered at the gateway to another climax, and had he continued for a few seconds more, it would have put me over the edge. As we kissed, I felt the tip of his spear lightly dancing over my vulva. Reaching down, I guided it up and down the length of my crease, basking in the feeling of masturbating with it. Then steered it down to my opening, slipped my hands back up around his neck and whispered, “I needed you to fuck me hard.”

Upon hearing those words, there was no hesitation from him—he slid all the way in. Deep.

He wrapped his hands around the very tops of my thighs and yanked my body to the edge, then proceeded to make my body bounce as his hips slapped into my behind. My knee high socks lay up on his shoulders at either side of his head. The feeling of him going so deep brought a grunt out of me each time he plunged in.

It wasn’t long before I began to feel a little uncomfortable, lying on the uneven surface of the pool table rail. I pushed him out, then got up and turned myself over so he could have me from behind.

Instead, he dropped down to his knees and began licking me all over my labia, went up and tickled my anus, then went back down again. Over and over he took his tongue between those two hot spots, all the while manipulating my clitoris with his fingers.

I was in a state of bliss! My arms stretched out in front of me over the green felt of the table.

He lingered at my anus, flicking his tongue over it and all around it, his thumbs spreading my cheeks so he could get perfect access.

H eventually stood and slipped himself inside of me again, and I felt him travel the length of my vaginal canal, pushing the walls aside. After a few slaps of his stomach against my back, I felt a pressure on my anus. It was his fingertip slipping inside, working in concert with the feeling of his shaft sliding out to the head and back in again. I let out some whimpering Ooohhhs and Mmmms of pleasure.

He was fully invested, slapping his body into mine, driving me up onto the tips of my toes, and making my upper body bounce up and down on the felt top of the pool table.

Another orgasm overcame me, and this time, I couldn’t control myself—I let out an audible, shaking squeal.

M put his hand over my mouth as he leaned over me—but it was too late.

The basement door opened and I heard the voice of his sister as she softly called out, “Sounds like fun!”

She started laughing, and I could tell Cheryl was still up there too, laughing along with her. The two of them could clearly tell what was going on downstairs.

We started laughing as well. He pulled out and stood me up, and I immediately slid down on my knees—they felt weak after that last orgasm. Plus I think the circulation to my legs had been cut off after being laid over the table like I’d been. It didn’t matter, though. I swallowed him right away and began feverishly sucking him.

Grasping his asscheeks, I tried my best to go all the way down to the base, choking myself and drawing back over and over again.

I searched around with my fingertip until I found the hole that I was looking for, and began pressing on it and circling around it. I prodded his anus until I slid up to the first knuckle, and eventually the second.

M stood above me, his hands on the edge of the pool table he began to fuck my face. Every time he withdrew, he was met with my finger in his anus, and every time he pushed forward, he sunk into my wet, waiting mouth.

I felt it coming as he began to pulsate. And there it was—that salty and sweet ejaculate coating my mouth. I hummed my approval as it spurted and I swallowed.

“Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm . . . Mmmmmmm . . .”

He finished, pulled out of me, and pulled me up. We kissed and embraced, then I retrieved my leggings and quickly pulled them back on. He led the way back up the steps, and I followed.

As we emerged, there stood Cheryl and M’s sister with big smiles on their faces as they looked over at us. Nobody else seemed to be aware that we had been gone for the last 15 minutes.

Then his sister made a comment: “Ummm, you didn’t bring anything up from the basement.”

I turned beet red and hurried back downstairs to grab the wine and a few other things.

Coming back out, I stood there with the two of them off to each side of me as I opened up the wine.

Cheryl said, “I see you tucked your socks back in your leggings. I guess you had to pull them back out in a hurry huh?”

I just looked at her and told her to shut up with a smile.

The two of them giggled and hugged me between them kissing my cheeks. It’s good to have friends who know things.

Heading to the bedroom, I pulled the sock out and up to my knees again.

Well the Packers wound up beating the Steelers, and we scored ourselves as well. Wink wink! 😏

Lady L. 💋