The excitement in the air was palpable in January 2016, when the Denver Broncos won the AFC championship game against the New England Patriots, in front of a home crowd in Denver. The Broncos were headed to the Super Bowl once again, to try to win their first title since the win in 1999, when I was only seven years old.
My name is Jared, and I was born and raised in the upscale Highlands Ranch suburb, about twelve miles south of Denver. Everyone in my family is an avid Broncos fan, and my father, Randall, is successful enough in his business to be able to afford season tickets for the past twenty years. We were eagerly anticipating the upcoming big game, and the fact that my wife, Juliana, is a huge Carolina Panthers fan, made everything more interesting.
Juliana and I were twenty-four years old at the time of this story, and we had been married for the two years, since our graduation from the University of Colorado Denver (CU). She was born in Charlotte, North Carolina in 1992, and grew up as a Carolina Panthers fan after the team was established there in 1995. Her father accepted a job opportunity with a large aerospace contractor in nearby Littleton, Colorado after Juliana graduated from high school in Charlotte, and that’s what brought her family to the Denver area.
We met at a party at the end of our junior year at CU, and I was immediately captivated by her beauty and outgoing, feisty personality. She is a beautiful girl, with the Mexican/Spanish genes of her mother, and Middle-Eastern heritage of her father, who is descended from Lebanese-American parents. She looks amazingly like the actress Salma Hayek, who incidentally has the same genetic heritage. Both women are a petite five feet and two inches tall and weigh one hundred and nineteen pounds, with below-the-shoulder-length black hair, dark brown eyes, and golden-olive skin tone. And of course, they both have curvaceous, buxom figures.
Some people speculate that Salma’s bra size is a 36C, but I know from being with Juliana that bra sizes are tricky to estimate, and she is more like a 32E or 30G. I just know that her breasts are large, full, and wide-rooted, with just the right amount of natural sag to show how pendulous they are, especially on such a petite woman.
Just like Salma usually plays movie roles as independent, strong-willed women, Juliana is also very bright, aggressive, and spirited, and at the same time flirty. We probably get along so well since I'm pretty laid back and mellow, and I found that I was better off to let her have her way in most situations. Even after we started dating steadily in our senior year, I found that I sometimes had to keep my emotions in check when she teased and flirted with other boys. She becomes especially feisty, flirty and amorous when she's drinking, and even made out with some of the boys at parties, right in front of me.
Juliana is also a very passionate lover, and as much as she says she likes to fuck my average, six-inch cock, I had to believe from some comments she has made that she had some bigger cocks before we met. And I feel that way because she loves for me to eat her out, even more than fucking her, many times with her sitting on my face as I give her multiple orgasms. She even taunts me to suck her cunt after I’ve already ejaculated into her.
Juliana and I were just getting on our feet financially, and living in an apartment in Denver, so I asked my father, who was fifty years old at the time, if we could use his spacious home in Highlands Ranch to host a Super Bowl party. My mother was going to be out of town visiting her sister in Washington, and my father was invited to the home of his next-door neighbor for the game. He has a basement theater room with three long, cushy leather couches, a ninety-inch television, and a fully-stocked wet bar, although we were going to supply our own drinks. And the basement is large enough that it has a large bedroom and bathroom for guests.
We decided that a party with around twelve people would be a manageable and affordable size, and we ended up with a very diverse group. I invited James, my thirty-two-year-old supervisor at work, and his wife, Linda; Jeremy and Todd, who I played football with in high school; and my roommate from college, an Indian man, named Balan. Jeremy is a black guy, while Todd is white, and neither of my friends were married or dating anyone at the time. Balan was also single at the time, so he was coming alone too.
Juliana was a teacher in elementary school, and she invited Marsha, the forty-year-old vice principal, and her husband, Jeffrey; as well as two other single male teachers from her work that are our age; one a white guy, named Michael, and the other a Latino guy, named Luis, both of whom were coming alone. She also invited Daniel, an old friend of hers from high school, who just happened to be in the Denver area on business. We told everyone to dress casually, and to wear their most comfortable Broncos gear, except for Juliana and Daniel, who would be supporting the Panthers.
With only two weeks to go before the party, I began doing research on the internet to identify local restaurants where we could order ahead for party food and snacks such as sandwiches, chicken wings, and various types of Mexican food, and have them delivered on game day. We would also supply some liquor for mixed drinks, but our guests would be bringing beer and wine for the group, as well as other snacks. At the same time, Juliana began searching on the internet for her own version of a Panthers cheerleader uniform. She found what she was looking for, ordered it, and refused to show it to me until just before game day.
The next two weeks seemed to pass quickly, as we read all the press surrounding the big game, and then on Saturday night Juliana decided that it was time to show me her new outfit. She modeled her tight, white, short-cropped t-shirt that has a black panther logo, bordered in blue, emblazoned across her upper chest. She was going to be braless for the party, and the t-shirt is so short that about an inch of the bulging bottoms of her beautiful breasts were showing below the t-shirt, and her silver-dollar-sized, tan-colored areolas and thumb-sized nipples were visibly pressing out in the material.
The bottoms are a pair of tight, white, silky cheerleader panties with a large, black panther’s paw print covering her crotch. They're so tight that the paw is being partially sucked in between her thick and bulging labia. Then she finished it off with a short, black and blue, fluted skirt that just barely covers her crotch in the front and her ass cheeks in the back.
My dick immediately got hard when I saw her in that outfit, and I knew that those other nine men would react the same way, or even worse. I knew that she didn’t like to be criticized, so I tried to be diplomatic when I said, “You're absolutely beautiful in this outfit, honey, but I think that it might be just a little to risqué for the mixed group that we’ll be with tomorrow. Do you have any other Panthers gear that you could wear instead? I’m afraid that you might be attracting too much attention in this costume.”
I half expected her to get angry with me, but instead she walked up and began rubbing my crotch as she sarcastically replied, “Thank you for the compliment, honey, and that’s exactly the look I’m going for. I want to distract you and all our other Broncos-loving guests that will be here, and maybe intimidate you all a little about the Panthers. It will be fun if I can get a few of the other cocks hard like yours is right now, just from looking at me in this outfit.”
There was no way to talk her out of it, and I knew that at least my friends from high school and college roommate would be going nuts over her. Being on the football team, we all got plenty of pussy in high school, and I remembered that Jeremy and Todd were always the horniest guys on the team. Jeremy is six feet and three inches tall and was two hundred and twenty-pounds of muscular linebacker, and I saw him in the shower enough times to know that his cock is uncircumcised, very thick, and over seven inches long, and that’s on soft. I could only imagine how big it would be on hard.
Todd is also big and muscular, and his cock looked just as big as Jeremy’s, at least when soft in the shower. They used to talk all the time about the sluts they were fucking after our games. I was just hoping that Juliana would be able to keep things under control. Balan is a Tamil Indian, and his skin is very dark. I also know from sharing a dorm room with him for two years that his uncircumcised cock is very large, and he was getting all the white pussy he wanted in college.
Juliana and I went to my dad’s home at 2:30 pm on Sunday, so we could get the decorations for the party setup, stock the bar, and to be there when the various restaurants delivered our food. We asked our guests to be there at 3:30 pm so we could all get settled in for the game and to watch the pregame activities. Juliana started drinking as soon as I made my first batch of margaritas, and I knew that she planned on getting drunk as fast as she could. She calls my father Dad, and it looked like she was trying to tease him with her sexy body.
Dad was still there since he wasn’t going over to the neighbor’s home until 3:30 pm, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Juliana. When our first guests showed up and Dad was leaving to go next door, he took me aside, and looking very nervous and uncomfortable said, “Look, Son, I don’t want to interfere in your business, but you might want to convince Juliana to put a little more clothes on. I mean damn, Jared, she looks slutty in that outfit, like she’s trying to flaunt her, uh, uh, amazing, voluptuous body. With all the drinking that you guys will be doing, you never know what might happen. I mean, I’m older and she’s my daughter-in-law, but I can’t deny that her rather prominent assets are a turn on for me.”
I thought it was kind of kinky the way Juliana was affecting my father, and the fact that he admitted it. And it seemed that she liked to tease him by getting close to him and asking him questions, like, ‘How do you like my outfit, Dad?’ He seemed reluctant to warn me, since he didn’t want to embarrass me, and he also didn’t want to look like a dirty old man.
I knew that I couldn’t change her mind, so I said, “Thanks for the warning, Dad. I tried to talk her out of it last night. She’s just very determined to make some kind of point about the Panthers, and I’ll just have to keep an eye on things.”
Everyone arrived at or near 3:30 pm and began drinking as Juliana and I mingled with our guests, serving drinks and snacks. None of the men could keep their eyes off Juliana, and she looked so good that they didn’t seem to mind how she was going on and on about how great Cam Newton is, and how the Broncos’ defense would never be able to stifle the Panthers’ offense.
I have to admit that Marsha, the vice principal, also looked damn good for her age, in her skin-tight, blue yoga pants and tight, orange Broncos t-shirt. It looked like she was even flaunting her big, full and pendulous breasts, which I guessed are 34DDs, to the younger guys. She is very pretty and fit, with a wholesome, girl next door look that reminds me a lot of the actress Robin Wright, especially with her short-n-sassy haircut.
Jeffery was so busy staring at Juliana that he didn’t notice the attention his wife was getting from the horny, single guys. James and his wife, Linda, didn’t seem to be as outgoing socially as the others, and they weren’t drinking as much. Linda was dressed more conservatively too, in jeans and a Broncos sweatshirt, but James was sure getting an eyeful of Juliana and Marsha.
By the time the game started at 4:30 pm, everyone except James and Linda were feeling good, and on their way to being drunk, and Juliana had established herself as the antagonist, praising the Panthers and criticizing the Broncos every chance she got. Her friend, Daniel, wasn’t mouthing off as much, though, likely because the only person he knew previously there is Juliana. The Broncos fans were putting up with her to that point since she looked so damn sexy in her outfit. Juliana started to calm down a little, though, as the Broncos marched down the field and scored a field goal just a little over four minutes into the game. Then she got excited again as the Panthers got the ball, only to be deflated when the Broncos scored a defensive touchdown on a Panthers forced fumble.
Juliana was subdued until just about three and a half minutes into the second quarter, when the Panthers scored a touchdown, and she had renewed pride in her team. She was hugging Daniel and they were jumping up and down together after that score.
Most everyone was getting more inebriated, and as she increased her taunts, she said, “I’ll bet that the Panthers score again before the Broncos score.”
Jeremy was a little irritated with her by that time and said, “Okay, Panther lady, I’ll bet you one hundred dollars that the Broncos score next, and before the end of the second quarter. So, put up or shut up.”
Juliana was slurring her words when she responded, “Come on, Jeremy, I can’t afford to bet that much. What else would you be willing to bet?”
He looked down and thought for a few seconds, and then looked up at me as he answered, “I’ll still bet one hundred dollars, but if you lose you have to sit on my lap and kiss me. That is, if you agree and Jared is okay with it.”
The room fell silent, except for the game on the television, and everyone looked at me. I knew that I might be getting into dangerous territory, but Juliana always wants to make her own decisions. So, I held my arms up, with the palms of my hands up, as I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Don’t look at me; Juliana is a big girl and she can decide for herself.”
Most everyone seemed surprised at my response, and then looked at Juliana as she accepted the bet. That caused more excitement in the room, and it seemed like almost everyone, except Juliana and Daniel, was cheering even harder for the Broncos to score. Then, with about seven minutes remaining in the second quarter, the Broncos scored another field goal, and room went wild. Everyone was then teasing and taunting her, and she walked over to where Jeremy was sitting on the couch.
She feigned a smile and said, “Okay, okay, geesh. A bet’s a bet and I lost, so I’ll just have to pay up.”
Jeremy was smiling as she stood in front of him, and I expected her to sit sideways across his lap on the couch. Instead, she straddled his lap with her knees and settled into place, as she leaned in to kiss him. Everyone was standing around the couch, watching as their lips met, and Jeremy wrapped his arms around her. I could tell from the movement of their mouths and cheeks, and from the wet kissing sounds, that they were tongue kissing.
I’m sure that everyone, and especially me, was expecting a brief kiss on the lips, and not a tongue kiss. The guests started getting nervous, murmuring, and shifting their feet as the kiss continued for ten, twenty, and then thirty seconds. Jeremy was hugging her tightly against his chest, and I saw that he was almost imperceptibly flexing his hips upwards, as Juliana was pressing down and sliding slightly forwards and backwards in his lap. She was sitting right on his crotch, and that was a dry or semi-dry-fuck if I had ever seen one.
The seconds passed and Juliana finally, and I think reluctantly, pulled back after they had been kissing for over a minute. Her face was flushed, and I knew that she was aroused. I looked down and saw a damp stain on Jeremy’s orange athletic shorts, right over his obvious hard-cock bulge. He looked at me, with a shit-eating grin on his face, and straightened out his shorts, obscuring the large lump. Juliana stood there for a few seconds before walking past me, and I sensed the smell of her very wet pussy, an aroma that is very familiar to me. I was also strangely aroused at the reality that she had been kissing my old friend and humping his huge cock in the groove of the lips of her bulging labia, and right in front of everyone.
Everyone was glancing at me, like I was some sort of weakling or douche bag for letting another man be so intimate with my wife, and I slipped away over to the bar to make another pitcher of margaritas. I was still standing behind the bar a few minutes later, when Michael and Luis, the teachers at Juliana’s school, were coming back down the hall from the bathroom, that's right next to the bar.
They apparently didn’t know that I was standing so close to them, because I heard Luis continue his comments to Michael saying, “I agree, man, we’ve been watching her strut around the school with her big tits jiggling and nice ass sticking out there, with no hope of ever getting close to her. But now, after seeing what Jeremy just did, and with Jared doing nothing about it, things could get very interesting. We need to join in some of those bets. And fuck, man, have you noticed Marsha? She looks hotter than hell, with that big camel toe and her big tits jiggling in that tight t-shirt.”
I didn’t get a chance to talk to Juliana as the game continued, and Michael, Luis, Jeremy, and Todd were making any bet with her that she would accept, such as whether the teams would convert on third downs or which quarter back would be sacked next. She lost every one of the bets, and Juliana went down the rows of men on the couches, kissing and humping them as she had done the first time with Jeremy. The guys even got a little more aggressive when it was obvious that I would not interfere and would sneak a feel of her ass with one hand, while they were rubbing the side of her bulging breast with the other. I was learning a lot about my own sexual hungers and was surprised that I was so aroused watching other men kiss and fondle my wife, even while anticipating where it might all lead.
Everyone was still drinking heavily, and all the guys ended up with stained shorts where their boners were being rubbed by Juliana’s wet panties over her prominent, juicy labia. There was a lot of sexual tension and the aroma of her pussy in the room, and Juliana was becoming more and more aroused, with a definite ‘fuck me’ look on her face. James was watching all the action intently, but his wife, Linda, was continually pulling him aside and arguing with him. I found out what that was all about when, at the end of the half, he and Linda were gathering their things and getting ready to leave.
James came up to me and said, “No offense, Jared, but Linda has seen enough of the men carrying on with Juliana, and she wants to leave during half-time, so we’ll have time to get home and not miss any of the game. I wish I could stay since this is just getting good, and I hope that you’ll tell me about it at work on Tuesday.”
Juliana and I had planned to take off work on Monday, since we knew that we’d be hung over after the party, and I think that most of our guests were doing the same thing. That’s why everyone was drinking so much, more so even during half-time when they paid little attention to the extravagant performance. Our guests were sitting on the cushy couches or standing in groups talking, and after all of Juliana’s activities with the men towards the end of the second quarter, there was a definite sexual tension in the air. Several of the guys were clustered around Juliana, and Marsha had her admirers too, especially Daniel who had been close to her all afternoon.
I mingled among the groups, and since some of the guys were less cautious and talking loudly because they were inebriated, I heard a lot that confirmed where the guys’ heads were at. I overheard Todd saying to Jeremy, “I can hardly believe that Jared is letting us get away with this shit. It’s almost like he enjoys watching his wife with other men. Juliana is such a hot kisser, and her hot, wet cunt feels so good sliding on my cock. And fuck, man, her tits are amazing, and I can feel her big nipples pushing into my chest. We need to up the stakes on our bets in the third quarter and see if we can fuck that little slut. From the way Jared’s acting, he’ll probably cheer us on.”
Juliana was coming out of the bathroom just before the game was ready to resume, and even though the thought of her being used by those men was becoming arousing to me, I felt that I had to warn her. Although, she was paying little attention to me when I said, “Juliana, honey, you need to tone it down a little with those men. You’re making them very horny, and I’m afraid that we’ll lose control of the situation.”
She looked at me with her half-closed, sultry dark eyes and replied, “Don’t worry so much, honey, I’m having a good time, and I think that those men are too. I like teasing them and getting them all hard, so just let me take care of it. And damn, honey, some of their cocks are huge.”
The betting started again when the third quarter began, and all the men except Daniel and me were getting in on it. For the first bet at the higher stakes, Michael smiled as he said, “Okay, Juliana, we want to start betting two hundred dollars, that is if you’re willing to put more skin in the game, so to speak. If you lose, you have to sit on our laps and kiss us as before, but you also have to pull up your t-shirt and show us those nice tits. We can almost see them now anyway.”