Football Widow

by: ssarg
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"I'm just sick of it," Terri said after taking a sip of her coffee, "the stupid season just started and Chuck is already ignoring me completely on Saturday and Sunday, and I think it's hopeless, he's never gonna change!"
"I hear ya," I replied, "Brad spent all weekend glued to the TV watching wall to wall football, and what's worse, those idiotic pre game show now are about as long as the games themselves, and then don't let's forget Monday night, crimony, that's the holy grail of football, we wouldn't wanna miss that, would we?"
While shaking her head in agreement, she offered, "Chuck bets ten lousy bucks on a game and you'd think we had the whole house riding on it, all that screaming and yelling, I think they're all nuts, I just wish there was a way we could pry them away from the tube even for just a few hours!"
I took a drink of my coffee, and after a few moments reflection replied, "Maybe we can, girl, maybe we can!”

The following Sunday afternoon just after the kickoff…
"Brad," I called from my dressing room, "can you come in here and help me for a minute?" "What was that, babe," he called from the den, "I can't hear ya, the game just started!"
Raising my voice a little louder I repeated, "Could you please come in here and help me for a moment!"
"Awww, Val," he yelled, "can't ya wait 'til half time, we've already got the ball on their thirty seven yard line!?!"
Finally losing my temper, I shouted, "Bradley Decker you get in here this instant, I'm tired of screaming back and forth, do you understand me!”
After a while, Brad ambled into the dressing room and said, "Ok babe, let's make it snappy, we're within field goal range and I don't wanna miss anything, okay?"
Sitting at my dressing table in just my bra and panties, I casually ran a brush through my long blonde hair, feigning any interest in my husband at all!
"Well," Brad demanded, "you got me in here, whaddaya need, let's go, babe, hurry it up will ya!"
Finally recognizing his presence, I turned to face him, and while still brushing my hair asked softly, "Would you be a dear and unhook my bra for me, Bradley, I'd really appreciate it."
"You got me in here for that," he demanded angrily, "are you nuts or somethin', I'm watching a game in there!"
"Oh, Bradley," I replied smoothly, "I know how important your game is, but it will only take you a second and I'd really appreciate it, pleassse?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders in surrender and answered, "Yeah, sure, no problem, just turn around and I'll do it right now."
Coyly I turned my back to him as he quickly grabbed at my garment while attempting to undo the four clasps holding it together. He struggled for a few more seconds before giving up and replying in exasperation, "Jesus, Val, I never could handle these things, you're just gonna hafta do it yourself, I gotta go now, bye," as he spun around to go back to the den!
"Before you go," I said quickly, "just watch this," as I deftly reached around and undid the hooks with on hand, "see, it's easy, anyone can do it."
"Yeah," he replied nervously, "you're right, anyone can do it, now may I please get back to my game?"
"Of course, dear," I said sweetly, "except that I think I have a problem with my breasts and I'm not sure what to do about it!"
That stopped him cold in his tracks as he wheeled around and asked seriously, "What kind of problem?"

When I didn't answer him fast enough he repeated his question, "I asked what kind of a problem, now out with it, tell me!"
Still holding my 36DD cup bra over my full breasts I replied, "Oh just forget it, honey, it's probably nothing, go ahead and enjoy your game, we can talk later."
"Screw the game," he replied seriously, "now tell me, what gives?"
Now bowing my head in mock shyness, I took in a deep breath to expand my already massive chest, and then slowly lowered the white satin bra exposing my incredible chest to his eyes. He scrutinized them carefully for a few moments and announced, "I don't see anything wrong with them, they look fine to me!"
Smiling secretly to myself and suppressing my laughter, I broke down into tears and offered, "Y-you wouldn't understand, Bradley, but I-I think I'm losing all feeling in my nipples, ohhhhhh, I just knew you wouldn't understand," as tears ran down my cheeks onto my chest."
“Oh, baby," he exclaimed while rushing to me, "that's just awful, and believe me, I do understand, now are you sure that you really have a problem?"
"Y-you don't think I'd make up a story like that do you," I wailed, "y-you don't believe me, do you?"
"Don't say that, baby," he said softly while taking me in his arms, "of course I believe you, just tell me, how can I help you?"
It was excruciating not being able to laugh, but I hid my smile with a handkerchief I used to wipe away my tears before replying softly, "W-well there is one way you could help me!"
"Anything," he replied excitedly, "just tell me, I'll do anything!"
Now coyly looking at the floor I whispered, "You know how sensitive my breasts have always been and how much I love having you suck on my nipples, well, maybe if you could just, you know, maybe if you could just suck on them a little, just to test them out, then you can go right back to your game, okay?"
"God yes," he replied while dropping to his knees and putting his mouth at nipple level, "here, just let me get it into my mouth, mmmmmm!"
God that felt good! I did not want Brad to quit too quickly.
"You have the best tits I've ever seen," he blubbered while sucking, "I just love sucking them for you, babe, mmmmmmm good!"
I let him suck another minute or so before replying softly, "And you know how much I love having you suck them Bradley, but it might take a while longer to make sure that they're okay!"

I didn't know about my husband, but my pussy was now just about ready to self ignite, and so quietly I asked, "Bradley, dear, I-I have a confession to make!"
Now almost delirious with desire, Brad let my big nipple slip reluctantly from his mouth while asking, "Tell me, what confession?"
"Well, dear," I said sweetly, "it seems that my nipples are working just fine now, but now I have another problem!"
"Jesus, Val," he moaned, "now what!"
Now giving him my best little girl look with a turned up quivering tongue I offered softly, "Just this," while pulling my panties aside revealing my now drenched pussy, "it's all wet and sticky, I'm sorry, but the way you were sucking my nipples I just couldn't help it!"
With his eyes the size of saucers, he sucked in his breath and took in a deep whiff of my excited vagina, moaning softly as his penis stiffened even more than it already was! Seeing that he was mine, I gently took him by the hair and led his mouth to my now drooling pussy!

Upon contact with his mouth, I gasped and then moaned, "Oh, Brad, you know just how to take care of your woman don't you, you have such a wonderful mouth, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, you bad boy, what are you doing to me!"
As I softly twisted my big nipples, he replied, "I'm sucking your pussy, and in a few minutes I'm gonna fuck you, how do you like that!
"A-are you hard?" I gasped again, before taking one of my nipples into my own mouth.
"I'm hard as a fucking rock!" he groaned into my pussy.
"Are you sure you wanna fuck me," I moaned, "your football game is on!"
"W-what are you talking about?" he mumbled into my hair pie.
"You know, the game on TV," I said with a shiver as his tongue bored in on my hard clit, "you never miss a game!"
Now standing up quickly and shucking his dugarees and boxers, his thick erection bobbed menacingly in front of me as he replied, "Forget the game, I wanna fuck my wife," while taking me by the arm and guiding me to the floor where he mounted and began fucking me with care free like abandon!
"You are a fucking stud," I moaned as his cock plowed in and out of my helpless pussy, "oh god, you do me so fucking well, ohhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy!"
They say that a man's brain goes back and forth between two heads, the one on his shoulders and the other on the end of his dick, and from the moment that Bradley put my nipple into his mouth, his dick head had taken over control of his mind as he pistoned in and out of my cunt with a brutal ferocity that turned both of us into wild animals following the instinct of countless eons of evolutionary development! I clawed at Bradley's back while my vice like legs locked him in place, until that delicious moment when it all came together and our mutual climax left us locked together as our genitals wrenched together in one last orgasmic shudder!

Too weak to even move, we lay together, with legs and arms intertwined as a post coital glow flowed through us both until I whispered, "I wonder if we made the field goal?" Bradley chuckled a bit, kissed me on the nipple and replied, "Who gives a fuck, I scored and that's all that counts!