Husband:

My wife tells me that her firm has asked her to sponsor a sports team. I was both amazed and rather jealous that the team they are looking at is my favourite local side. I've followed them since I was very young, and I've got a bit of a man crush on several of the players. I got very excited that I would be able to see the team for all the home games in decent seats, but my wife told me that wasn't how it would work. In fact, I would not be able to go at all.

She said that she had been working very hard to get all the senior executives engaged. She has been meeting one of them at her office each week for some time now. She said that with all the personal attention she had been giving them, they understood all the skills she brought to the negotiation personally. As well as the money, of course. The final executive meeting took place last week, with all three of the senior guys for most of the afternoon.

They left very satisfied, and she heard that on Thursday this week, she would meet the team in a final interview. I did find it a bit odd that my wife was having to interview when her firm was providing money, but my wife told me not to be stupid. Obviously, her firm was a service-related company. She was the Customer Satisfaction lead, and it was her job to make sure everyone involved was totally happy for a long-term relationship.

She said after the 'interview' that she was surprised by just how athletic the sports stars were. She was used to dealing with executives and her personal trainer, but these guys were from another planet. They were energetic, hard at it the whole time and had stamina to die for. It took all of her skills to keep going for the whole afternoon. I was working late on Thursday, and my wife was in bed when I got home, fast asleep. She said the whole thing wore her out.

Wife:

The final negotiating session happened this week. I had been fucking all three of the senior board members individually for some time, both at the office and on the odd visit to the sports ground. Last week they 'invited' me to their board room, the one overlooking the pitch, to give my final presentation. It went very well, despite my insisting that they wear condoms. Most of the guys I fuck are one at a time. A whole afternoon with three guys in all my holes was a treat for us all.

The bottom line is that my skilful negotiation, or fucking if you prefer, has got us a shot at getting the sponsorship at rock bottom prices. I just have to make sure the team are happy with us. I wore my cheerleader outfit, the one that hides nothing of my charms, so the guys got the idea straight away. The rest of the afternoon was a blur as one of my all-time fantasies, fucking the team, came true in the room off the boardroom I used last week.

The coach was keen to keep the players from missing training, so he only allowed two of them at a time to 'interview' me in-depth at any one time. As each one finished off, the coach sent in a substitute. The ultimate tag-team event. I could not believe how athletic these guys were, they fucked me hard, deep and at a frenetic pace. They were so intense that the condoms I did want them to wear stayed in the box. My box, though, was opened many times.

I crawled out on my hands and knees at the end of the session. I haven't been fucked so well since I left college. Just as well my husband was out for some drinks after work. I fell out of the Uber half-naked and spent some time in the shower, cleaning all the spunk out of my used pussy. I just got dried and crawled into bed just before he got home. All he wanted to know was which of his favourite stars did I 'meet'. I told him I had 'met' them all.

Husband:

My wife tells me that, as well as simply sponsoring the local sports team, my wife was helping out behind the scenes. She had told me early in our relationship that she was heavily involved with the sports teams at college. I thought she was a cheerleader, but she told me not to be stupid. Evidently, her grades were helped a lot by studying and helping out with sports psychology. Calming the guys down before and after matches was her job.

It turns out that several of the stars had heard of her training, and she has been asked to help out at some of the games. They have some reserves who do the warm-ups, but don't play. They have high testosterone levels, which means they can't be on the bench but need to be calmed down during the game itself. My wife had suggested some methods that could help with reducing their energy levels and keeping herself entertained whilst the match was taking place.

Initially, I had been annoyed that I was not able to see the team in action. My wife has found a solution for me to at least feel involved with her and the team on game day. She gets the players when she has had an 'interaction' with them to sign one of the team pictures. I get to feel a little starstruck when I see the signatures on the team sheet when she finally gets home. I noticed that quite a few of the players have signed twice or even three times.

This is working out so well that the team have adopted my wife as a sort of mascot. She has been asked to attend some of the away games, which means she ends up staying overnight. At first, I was worried that there was some impropriety, but my wife asked me if I really thought that she was getting gang-banged on the team bus. Of course, she is too prudish for that. However, I now have it pictured in my head and I have brought a porn film of just that to watch when she 'plays away'.

Wife:

After the ultimate fucking session when we won the sponsorship deal, I didn't get to meet the players for a while. The bosses were all as awestruck as my husband, and it wasn't until we got to he mid-season that the excitement wore off. I finally went to a game and was more interested in chatting to the players than looking at the game itself. I never realised that three guys trained up before the game but didn't play except when someone got injured.

So as the game started, there were three guys whom I had got to know very well in the interview with nothing to do. They decided I needed a tour of the dressing room, where we quickly got undressed and I had three cocks in my holes for the entire first half. I came so many times. We were still going when the players returned after the game. Someone suggested that the man of the match should get a blowjob in the showers.

One thing led to another, and I got home really late and walking bow-legged. My husband, though, was not interested in my dishevelled appearance but wanted to know which player I had met and what he had to say. The following home game, when I mentioned this, one of the players suggested that we get one of the team brochures. Then, as I fucked or sucked each one of them, they would sign their picture, so my husband knew exactly who I 'met'.

When I was there, the team played better for some reason. So in the cup run, they asked me to join them on the away game, which was the quarter-final. I went up separately, as the coach wanted his players in the best shape. But when they won the trip back on the bus was the realisation of an all-time fantasy. I didn't go home, though; we ended up at one of the players' houses. My husband still didn't seem to care. His idols could do no wrong