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18 Feb 2008, 12:16 am / Horny
Every year, I, like millions of others, attend Super Bowl parties, and like many other husbands, often end up in hot water for whatever shenanigans I got into that Sunday. During one of those arguments with my wife Tiffani, I thought I had found the perfect rebuttal: "If you hate it so much that I go to Super Bowl parties, why don't we host the party this year?" I thought that was perfect. She'd never want all my buddies over watching football, right?
"Fine! We'll host the party, and trust me; I'm going to make it a memorable one." And with that, she turned and headed out of the room. I couldn't believe it – she called my bluff, and I was going to host it after all.
As the date approached, Tiffani kept giving me lists of things I needed to pick up for the party – mostly all the usual stuff, and other things mixed with our normal weekly shopping. We arranged to have the kids babysat, and set up the room for the big day. The only strange request Tiffani made was that I have the video camera ready. I was going to question it, but I figured it was just a rookie Super Bowl host's mistake to think there would be something worth recording.
The day of the Big Game finally came, and to be honest, Tiffani was doing an amazing job of hosting. She looked the part for sure, wearing my Packers jersey over cut-off jeans, which stuck to her great curves quite well. She knew how cute I found it when she wore a baseball cap with a ponytail, and that's what she sported too. She spun around for my approval, which she could see in my eyes, and my pants. "Nuh, uh, uh," she teased, "not until after the party, Mister."
As all my guests arrived, she helped welcome them inside, and took their coats for them, being a perfect hostess. My four buddies and I all found spots in front of the big screen, talking pigskin and debating the various aspects of the game. As the two minute warning arrived to signal the upcoming end of the first half, the cheerleaders came onto the screen, to which Jack, my best friend, mentioned, "You know Tiffani could give those girls a run for their money today… that's a hell of a hot outfit on her." The guys all agreed, with Rob adding, "Ya, she wouldn't have to run far to get MY money!" We all laughed, but I started realizing Tiffani might have had an ulterior motive in hosting the party this year. I knew Tiffani thought my friends were all good looking. We're all in our late 20s early 30s, fairly fit guys, and we always played sports together. When I remembered the cameras, it suddenly made sense. This was going to be one hell of a Super Bowl party alright!
Almost on cue, Tiffani came out of the kitchen with a platter, but no one noticed what she was carrying. It was what she was wearing that had stopped all conversation. Instead of the jersey and cut-offs, all she sported was an incredibly tight white Packers tank top stretching across her erect nipples, showing off the cleavage of her big Ds, and below, the jeans were gone, leaving only a Packers thong barely covering anything. Adding to the effect, she had done a fabulous job of slathering her body in baby oil, giving her cleavage, legs and ass an amazing sheen. She looked like a porn star ready for a photo shoot. She smiled sexily and purred, "I thought my boys could use some treats and entertainment for a fun half time show."
My buddies all gaped, frozen in place, not knowing what they should do next. Tiffani set down the platter on the table, and strutted over to the spot between the couch and the TV, bending at the waist to turn the TV off, and show off her glistening ass to everyone. She spun back, hands on her hips, and looked at them all. "Okay then, who's first?"
I went over and took the video camera from the table and came back to find four guys, hard cocks protruding from their zippers, surrounding my kneeling wife, who was enjoying teasing them all, one by one, with her hands, lips and tongue. She worked them all into a frenzy, getting them totally horny and ready to pound her with all they had. The guys had started off a little bewildered by what was happening, but it wasn't too long before they really started getting into it. Ted and Nick were the first to move, each grabbing a side of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it out onto the floor. Her oiled up breasts bounced freely now, and eight hands made their way down, caressing, massaging, and pinching her big tits and perky nipples. Suddenly she stopped, and ordered them all to get naked if they wanted anything more, and honestly, no matter how many times I've changed with them in locker rooms, I have never seen these guys get undressed faster in my life. In a flash, clothes were thrown about, and as Tiffani stood up, Rob and Ted grabbed her thong and pulled it down, and all of a sudden, she was surrounded by four buff naked guys grabbing, kissing and licking various body parts. It was hard to keep the camera focused on any one person in the pile, but I did my best to get a good shot. I knew Tiffani would want to watch it again with me, knowing how much we got off on watching each other getting fucked.
After getting poked and prodded, caressed and kissed, by every finger and tongue, she finally picked Jack to lie down on the floor. She straddled him, slowly lowering herself onto his thick shaft - no need for lube, that's for sure. Between the baby oil and the intense turn on of sucking on four big dicks at once, followed by their tongues and fingers, she was ready for anyone. The other three surrounded her head, giving her perfect access to keep on filling her hands and mouth with hard cocks. She picked out Nick, licking him up and down, she looked up and gave him a clear order: "Fuck my ass."
Nick obeyed immediately, kneeling behind her. She had oiled herself up quite thoroughly, and my guess is she had played with her toys upstairs before coming down to entertain us, because her ass was already a bit stretched, ready to take in Nick, who had a long but thinner dick. Grinding her hips down on Jack, Tiffani held her position for a few seconds while Nick worked himself into her, and after a few tries, he was able to stroke in and out of her slippery ass, and Jack soon followed his rhythm.
Meanwhile, Rob and Ted were taking turns in her mouth, pushing it a bit deeper with every thrust, until she was able to take them all in without gagging. I wasn't sure where I should focus the camera, on which of the thick cocks slipping and slurping into her. Her face was in total ecstasy as she was being triple penetrated by these studs, knowing how much fun she was going to have later on with her husband watching herself again. As Nick approached his first orgasm, Tiffani decided it was time to switch positions before letting them finish, and lied down on her back on the ottoman, her head bent back over the side. The guys rotated into new positions, with Ted grabbing her hips roughly and pushing his throbbing dick into her sopping wet pussy. Meanwhile, Jack moved to the other end, and slowly glided his cock in her upside down mouth, making her throat bulge a little with every thrust. Rob straddled her body, and cupping her slick breasts, began sliding his cock between them, faster and faster. Soon, it was just a writhing, grunting, moaning pile of sweaty naked bodies, with the guys rotating positions every little while, each getting a turn at every spot. Once in a while, I could see Tiffani's body convulse from an orgasm, but it certainly never stopped her from continuing to fuck the four hard dicks surrounding her.
Eventually, as each of them were nearing the point they couldn't hold back much longer, Tiffani sat back up on the ottoman, ready for them. Almost all at once, streams of hot sperm shot out at her, as my four friends came on my wife. While they all tried to get it into her mouth, it was way too much for her to handle, so no matter how much she tried to swallow, quite a bit dripped down her chin onto her breasts and stomach. She licked the tips of each cock, one by one, to make sure they were completely done, massaging the cum on her skin as she did. The glistening certainly wasn't just from the oil anymore.
As she stood up, still caressing herself, she looked around at the four naked guys collapsed on the seats around her and giggled. "Now boys, how's that for a halftime show?" Turning back to the TV, she bent over to turn it on again, her ass and pussy lips still flush from the attention, grabbed her clothes, and headed upstairs. Halfway up, she turned, purring, "I'm heading up for a shower. You boys rest up for the post-game show."
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