Superbowl Sunday

Marina had prepared a beautiful spread for her husband Owen and his friends. She knew how excited the group was for the Super Bowl. It was different his year, considering that their favorite team had made it in. The guys were already in the TV room downstairs, bursting with excitement in their jerseys.

“Here you guys go!” said Marina cheerfully, coming down into the finished basement with a tray full of drinks. “And the snacks will be right up!”

She was dressed in a little black skirt and a fitted, crop top version of the team jersey, which Owen had picked out especially for her for today. Marina normally didn’t care about football or any other sport, really, but she wanted to be a good wife and a good partner. They were newlyweds, having only been married for a few months, and Marina really felt the urge to show Owen’s friends what type of wife she could be.

“Shit, this looks amazing!” raved Jerrod, one of Owen’s oldest friends, when Marina had put down a huge platter of chips, salsa, dip, and other various snacks in front of them.

Marina beamed and leaned over to kiss Owen, who was seated at the end of the couch, while Jerrod and Allan took up the other seats.

When the game finally kicked off, Marina filtered in and out of the room.

“Dude, you’re lucky as hell,” Allan said to Owen, swallowing his bite of buffalo chicken dip.

“She’s literally everything you could want in a wife. I mean, look at all this! Plus, she’s, like, painfully hot.”

Owen smirked and took a big swig from his bottle. “I know, man. I definitely did luck out, huh?”

Marina had overheard this exchange and it made something inside her bubble up. She decided to start playing a little game. . .

Every time the team scored (causing the men to jump up and shout), Marina would enter the room and pretend to be busy with something, all while bending over and flashing them the bottom of her breasts, or a small glimpse of her white thong.

Jerrod and Allan were in awe over this. At one point, Marina went over to the window and stood on her tiptoes, pretending as though she was adjusting the blinds. All this did, however, was make it so her ass was nearly hanging out of the bottom of her tiny skirt.

Owen shook his head when he saw what his new wife was up to, but he didn’t mind. In fact, all this showed him was that she was an even better wife than he had initially thought! Who else could say their wife dressed up in slutty sports gear during the Super Bowl and entertained them during commercial breaks by being a tease?

Eventually, the game took a turn for the worse right before halftime. Marina came downstairs with new drinks for the guys, only to see that the scores had flipped and the men looked dejected.

“Is there anything I can do, you guys?” said Marina from the doorway, her head cocked to the side, lip pouted out in sympathy.

Owen and his buddies exchanged glances. Owen cleared his throat and reached out for his wife, who came over to stand between his legs. He slipped his hands up under her skirt and ran his hands over the soft fabric covering her pussy.

“I can think of a few things,” he said roughly, causing Marina’s pussy to throb with arousal.
The men all made room on the couch for Marina, who happily ripped off her crop top, exposing her bare tits to them.

“I hope this helps to cheer you up!” she said perkily, giving her chest a playful shake.

Allan and Jerrod were more than happy to be able to grab her tits. They ran their hands over her perky pink nipples, and Jerrod lowered his head in order to take one of them into his mouth. Meanwhile, Allan slipped his hand up under her skirt and slid her thong down over her legs.

“Now guys, since she’s my wife, I think it’s only fair I go first,” said Owen.

Allan and Jerrod slid down to the end of the couch and started to focus on the game again, as Owen began pounding Marina’s pussy as she lay on her back. Owen occasionally looked at the TV and was finding it much easier to not get upset over the score while his cock was buried inside this hot, wet pussy.

“Marina’s great at giving head, Jerrod,” suggested Owen, winking at his wife.

He didn’t have to be told twice. Jerrod stood by the couch near Marina’s face so she could turn her head and start sucking his cock.

“Oh shit,” Jerrod said breathlessly, running his hands through his hair. “That feels so fucking good.”

Marina was delighted. She felt like a true, slutty housewife right now. It all felt like such a fantasy.

Jerrod gyrated his hips back and forth, slipping his cock in and out of Marina’s glossy, warm lips. Eventually, Allan wanted a turn with her, so the men rotated. Owen took a seat on the couch, Jerrod moved between Marina’s trembling thighs, and Allan shoved his cock down her throat.

Owen snapped a few pictures of the occasion. He thought it was a great way to remember Super Bowl Sunday.

“Do you guys feel a little better now?” asked Marina teasingly, her tits bouncing as Jerrod picked up the pace of his thrusts.

Jerrod and Allan looked at each other and laughed.

“Yeah, this did the trick for sure,” said Allan, pressing his way back into Marina’s mouth. “I said to Owen earlier that he’s a lucky man, and so am I right now!”

After a few minutes, Allan took his turn with Marina’s pussy. She couldn’t believe she had lucked out with three absolutely perfect cocks today. Allan felt so good inside her, and she loved how he grabbed her legs and held them up and back so he could get inside her slit even easier.

“Her pussy is so tight, man,” Allan said, taking a sharp inhale as his thrusts changed into deep, slow plunges into her. “I fucking love it.”

Owen beamed. “I know, right? Okay, man, let’s finish up here. I want to cum in that pussy. Marina, I was thinking my friends could coat your tits, baby.”

Owen bent over to kiss her before sliding back into her pussy, which was now a sopping wet mess. He started to fuck her rapidly and hard, as Allan and Jerrod started to stroke their cocks over the top of Marina’s bare chest. She held her tits together as though offering them to the guys. She giggled and smiled up at them, feeling like a good submissive wife and a sex toy, all at the same time. It was hot to see on their faces how astounded the two men were like they couldn’t believe what was happening.

Jerrod came first, his cum shooting out onto Marina’s nipples and dripping down the curves of her breasts. Allan quickly followed, the thick white ropes from his cock joining Jerrod’s on her tan skin. Allan lowered his cock to her chest and rubbed the head along the piles of cum there, making her an even bigger mess.

“Oh shit, babe,” Owen said, enjoying the scene he was taking in. “Ready for one more load?”
Marina nodded eagerly. “Yes please, baby! Cum for me. . .”

“Ahhhh, FUCKKK!” Owen groaned, his cock unleashing a massive load inside his wife. Seeing her like this, surrounded by his friends while she lay covered with cum, made his orgasm more powerful than ever.

Jerrod and Allan had returned to their drinks, trying to recover after this hot surprise. Owen and Marina separated from each other and collapsed onto the couch, catching their breath.

“Well, I’m sorry for the loss, guys,” said Marina, when she realized there were only a few seconds left in the game.

Owen clicked his tongue. “Eh, that’s okay. Somehow, this all made up for it.”

Marina smiled and started to clean up some of the room. She had a feeling every game was going to be watched at their house now.

Authors note: Sometimes I fantasize about being the perfect wife like Marina, entertaining my future husband’s friends, and becoming the sex toy of the group, I can’t help myself as my mind wanders and I daydream about these kinds of scenarios. It sure would be fun. Tamsin 💍

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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