Confessions: A Female Football Fan

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It is funny how it all started. I grew up watching football. My husband neither grew up watching it nor had any interest in it. So from the beginning Saturdays and Sundays, at least during football season were my days. At first, of course, he would follow me around and try to feign interest, but over the years he relinquished the weekends to my football fetish.

And for years that is all it was. I watched a lot of football. For several years I was hanging out with the same group of football aficionados, but over time the group whittled down to just me and Erik. I never let my husband know the specifics of that development. It didn’t seem important at the time, but looking back I remember the secret joy I felt on that first Sunday when it was just Erik and me, at his place, watching the game.

A few weeks later I was spending more time on his lap then I was watching the games. I guess it was kind of doomed. Erik was a former college football player. I was a former cheerleader at my high school. I was a white girl from a white town, while Erik was a handsome black man with an incredible physique. Discovering he also had a very nice cock wasn’t a big surprise. He had that look, and it was something I had thought about for a long while. Once it was just Erik and me, I began to fantasize about him.

Within illegal bahis a few weeks I realized he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. I should have stopped, but I didn’t. I remember that last Sunday night that I came home. The last Sunday night where my pussy was still just my husbands. He was so disinterested, so unwitting of how close I had come to fucking another man. That was the first night Erik had come on to me. I wanted it bad, but I wouldn’t let it happen.

When I showed up the next week in my favorite evening dress, g-string underneath, I got exactly what I hoped for. My husband was so accustomed to my football season weekend disappearances he didn’t even notice my departure.

Erik noticed my arrival though. I had left him a week before apologizing for making moves on me. Now I was back, my outfit practically begging him to take me.

He did. I don’t even remember who was playing. Suddenly I didn’t care. I remember a few punts and a couple good runs, but that was before I started kissing Erik. He didn’t make a move this time. He was really still, letting me warm up to him. When I started kissing him I felt so good. My pussy got wet immediately.

I remember his zipper in my fingers as I pulled it downward. His body was tense as he played it cool. He casino siteleri had been thinking about me for a long time. I could tell, but he was suave enough to realize it was happening and he was along for the ride. That turned me on.

I finally had his big cock in my hand. I had actually been thinking about this bit for a long time. I knew he had a thick cock and many times I had layed in bed thinking about it. I never really thought it would become real. For a long time my good friend had been into Erik so he was kind of off limits anyways and though it had never panned out my fantasies of him had always seemed unrealistic. But now as I stroked his cock, kissing him, on his couch, my body remembered all those fantasies.

I remember my lips surrounding his shaft. It was the first cock I had sucked, other than my husbands, and it was much thicker and longer. I liked that. I felt naughty. I could hear the announcers in the background talking yards and offensive sets, but my attention was on Erik’s cock. I wanted it.

I climbed on his lap. His hands lifting my dress up around my hips as I pulled my g-string aside and put his shaft inside my pussy. I had my ring on still. I will never forget how hard I cummed on his cock looking at my hand clinched around his couch cushions. poker siteleri Watching my diamond shimmer and shine as I rode up and down on Erik’s shaft.

He filled me up so good. I had never felt such a hard cock, so deep inside me. I really liked it. He really liked it, calling me a good girl. After all those years of watching football I found what I was really looking for. I can’t explain it, but Erik fucked me so good that it changed me. And he pretty much does the same thing every weekend, as I have become an ardent college football fan too; even a few select Monday night games.

Going back to that first night though, it wasn’t just cumming on his cock, but after I had cummed he put me up on his ottoman. I had worn high heels with my evening dress outfit. I remember that they were still on as I cradled up on his ottoman, there in his living room, my evening dress still covering my top half, my g-string pulled aside as he decimated several years of faithful monogamy. I arched my ass for him as I have for no other man and I cried his name as he filled me with his cum.

I suppose many men would judge me for being an unfaithful wife. If those men knew how good it felt to have a thick black cock buried inside their tight pussy then I think they would feel differently. And that is how I felt as I cummed and creamed on Erik’s shaft. He fucked me so good that day. Years of pent up passion spilled forth and hours of football were lost, never to be recovered. Instead I spend most every weekend fucking and sucking my lover’s large black cock and my husband has no idea.

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