With the Super Bowl coming up, I was reminded of this story. I wrote it after last year's great game, one that came complete with a surprising, and very welcome bonus! OK then, here's the first half's exciting play by play. And of course, that includes the even more rambunctious half time's risqué exploits!
This story revolves around my younger brother Tom, his new wife Leslie, and of course, me. My brother and his wife live only a few blocks from my condo. And when he invited me over to watch, or in my case listen to the big game, I readily accepted. Yeah right, I'm blind. Hey, don't sweat it, I sure don't. Anyway, let's just see if maybe it adds an interesting wrinkle to this erotic tale.
My ex-wife Judi and I had enjoyed a wide open relationship, and brother Tom had always been fascinated by our wild sexual escapades. And believe me; the lucky guy reaped the benefits on more then one occasion too. But, he had never been able to talk his first wife in to any kind of swinging; and so far anyway, he hadn't done any better with Leslie. So, despite the fact that Leslie and I got along great, and that's sure included some definitely risqué back and forth teasing, I wasn't expecting anything sexual. And sometimes, isn't it just great to be surprised!
When I made it over to Tom's, I discovered Leslie was out playing tennis with a girlfriend. She came bustling in a few minutes before kick off, said "Hi," and headed off for a shower.
Earlier over cold beers Tom had told me about their Super Bowl bets. Leslie apparently thought the Cardinal's quarterback matt Warner was cute, and that was enough reason for her to go with Arizona. They were betting on the half time score; and then, on the final score too. For half time the loser would have to perform oral, and the prize for the winning bet was a sexual fantasy of the winners choosing.
I knew that Leslie didn't have a clue! But, Tom had told me that if he won, she'd be giving up some anal action. Of course I asked; but he didn't have any idea of what to expect if Leslie actually won. Whichever way it went, and I didn't know how I'd manage it; but, I was determined to maneuver myself right in to the middle of there wicked little game. And that's just where things stood, when Leslie rejoined us after her shower.
Leslie just couldn't stop busting tom's chops, and he finally teased her in to agreeing to put up or shut up. By then Arizona was already behind. So, Leslie had agreed to go topless, at least for as long as Arizona was losing anyway. And sure, a topless Leslie might have worked for my brother; but, it left a lot up to my imagination. Fine, one thing I have in abundance is imagination!
Figuring, at least the door's open, I sat on one end of the sofa, and listened to Tom whooping and exhorting "Go baby, yeah take it off!" I'd heard it all before. Only just then, I was holding the tank top Leslie had just tossed in to my lap, and listening to Tom's bawled "Hey Bob, oh man Leslie's got absolutely gorgeous tits!" Laughing, and I figured having way too much fun, he told me "Oh yeah, and their beauties alright, big and round, and fucking firm too!"
And as if that wasn't enough, I was forced to endure hearing him ask Leslie "Hey baby, their 34C's, right?" And then, like maybe she hadn't noticed, he told her "Hey now, check that out; oh yeah baby, your nipples are popped right the fuck out! Yeah to bad Bob can't see them, but yup those bad puppies are standing at attention alright!"
With a muttered "Asshole," I threw her shirt at the fool. And who cared if it was a hit or a miss, when I had the pleasure of hearing Leslie give him a loud raspberry. Fine, so while I applauded, I felt a giggling Leslie plunk down on the far end of the sofa.
Bare feet pushed against my thigh playfully, before they settled on to my lap. And when Leslie began complaining about her sore feet, I obligingly started massaging them. I've been told many times that I give great foot, and pretty quick Leslie was moaning her agreement. You know how it goes, give a guy a foot and he'll work right up to bare thigh in no time. Of course I'd known Leslie was a hottie! But oh man, I'd never had the opportunity to run my hands up and down her long, sleekly muscled legs before. And believe me, those beauties were long, deliciously long, soft, and silkily smooth. My hands worked their way up over firm calves, reached higher; and oh boy, my fingers were sliding over the velvety smooth skin of her inner thighs. Leslie didn't object to my sensuous stroking, not even when my roaming fingers teased there way under the ragged edge of her cutoff jean shorts. And she didn't say anything either, even when I deliberately brushed my hand against the moist hot crotch of her shorts. So while I stroked a thumb against the flaming treasure hiding out in those shorts, I just couldn't help wondering if she'd noticed I was sporting a raging hard-on! For damn sure, I felt it throbbing, as it strained, threatening to burst right out of my pants. Yeah and, when I felt her slide her legs a bit further apart, I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping it wasn't just a tease.
Tom was already gloating over Pittsburgh's early lead; and, when they scored to go up 10 nothing poor Leslie was one seriously unhappy girl. I figured he was pushing his luck; but Tom kept it up, teasingly suggesting "Come on baby, how about getting us a couple of cold beers? Right, as badly as you're losing, you should at least be giving me some topless service!" With a snort of disgust, Leslie got up. Sure, and I figured Tom's "Sore loser" comment meant she'd flipped him off.
I'm blind not deaf; so yeah, I recognized the sound of a hand delivering a hard swat to a pretty ass! And, you can bet that I would have, even without having heard Leslie's tauntingly delivered "Oh sure, call that a swat? Hey honey, if I bend over, and hold real still, do you suppose you could manage not to embarrass yourself?" What; did that mean she was offering her ass as a target? Whatever, there I was busily formulating a tantalizing mental picture of her bent over, hands braced on her knees, her sweet ass wagging out a brazen invitation, when pow, a ringing crack interrupted. Leslie yelped, and I knew Tom had connected with a good one. But she was giggling, and only sounding teasingly sarcastic, when she said "Yes master, cold beer for you and your brother, right away master!"
