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Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It contains male-female sex, as well as male-male sex.
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"Why do they let these guys play football?" Rick Case growled. He drained his Dos Equis with one gulp, set the bottle beside the couch with the others, and reached into the cooler for another one.
"Dunno," Sam Avery answered. "I've seen better grade school flag football games." He finished his beer. Case handed him a full bottle.
It was the middle of the third quarter and the Pussycats were leading the Groundhogs, 14 to 13. Disgusted, Case and Avery had stopped using the teams' real names.
They sipped beer in silence while the Groundhogs' wide receiver missed an easy pass. Case grabbed the George Dickel bottle and refilled their shot glasses.
They tossed the whiskey back. "Another?" Case asked.
Avery shook his head. "Gotta drive."
"You can sleep in the guest room. Liz won't mind."
Avery hesitated. "The guest bed's more comfortable than your couch," Case said.
"You didn't sleep on it, anyway." Avery laughed and gestured toward the bottle and empty shot glasses on the coffee table. "Fill 'em up."
This time, they drank their shots slowly, alternating sips of whiskey with long swigs of beer.
The Pussies fumbled again. "Jesus! This is lame." Case turned to Avery, glancing down at his crotch before looking into his eyes. "I'll bet we can find a better way to spend our time."
Avery already had a bulge in his blue jeans. "What if Liz comes home early?"
"From her Friday night party with her girlfriends?" Case's painfully hard cock strained against his jeans. "She never gets back before 1:00 AM. Sometimes, it's way later. I wonder what they do after the bars close."
Avery finished his whiskey and took a long gulp of beer. "All right." He moved into Case's arms and they kissed, hard with lots of tongue, more aggressively than women usually liked.
Case started to unfasten Avery's belt, then changed his mind. "Let's go to bed."
"Better than the couch," Avery answered. They stood up and went into the bedroom.
Case folded the quilt and set it on the dresser, then turned the ceiling light off, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow from the lamps on the nightstands.
"Nice and romantic," Avery said.
"Liz and I like to look at each other."
Avery looked at the tapestry on the wall over the headboard. It was a picture of a crescent moon, surrounded by stars and swimming in a deep blue sky. "I'm surprised you don't have some mirrors."
"Liz's sister made that. We don't have anywhere else to hang it. And it sets a mood. Not that we need any encouragement."
"Romantic. But not too girly."
"That's Liz. 'Not too girly.' Likes tight dresses . . . and naughty underwear. Fucks like a guy. Swears like one, too."
The men laughed and kissed, fondling each other's asses and rubbing crotches.
Case froze. "You hear something?"
"Naw. What did it sound like?"
"Probably just my imagination." Case kissed Avery again. "Let's get out of these clothes."
They stripped quickly. "You're so goddamn sexy." Case wrapped his hand around Avery's hard-on.
"You too." Avery gripped Case's stiff cock. They kissed, hard and open-mouthed, while fondling each other's swollen poles.
Case sank to his knees. "I'm gonna suck your cock." He licked Avery's balls, then worked his way up his swollen shaft.
Avery was breathing hard when Case finally reached the top. Case's heart was racing. He clamped his lips around Avery's corneal ring, and licked and sucked his cock-head while slowly jacking his rod and playing with his balls.
Avery stroked Case's crew-cut. "You're a truly excellent cock-sucker."
Case looked up at Avery, grinning. "I'm just doing what I'd like a girl . . . or a guy . . . to do to me." He went back down on Avery's pole.
"Guy should know how to suck another guy's dick." Avery squeezed Case's muscular shoulders and rocked his hips, fucking Case's face.
Case thought he heard a gasp from the darkness just outside the bedroom door, but he was too busy to pay attention. Avery's cock battered his mouth and thrust deep down his throat while he jacked Avery's shaft and squeezed his balls.
"Oh Jesus!" Avery moaned. His hot cum filled Case's mouth and splashed the back of his throat. It was tart and incredibly sexy, even better than Liz's pussy juices.
Case worked Avery's rod until he'd milked every drop of cum from his throbbing tool.
"Okay!" Avery pulled away. "I'm done." He laughed. "For now."
Case licked his lips, trying to find a few more drops of Avery's cum. "More later?"
"Yeah, later," Avery said. "Right now, I want you to fuck my ass."
"Good!" It was Liz's voice. "I want to watch you guys fuck."
Case jumped to his feet and stepped away from Avery. They stood frozen with rock-hard cocks, staring at the darkness outside the bedroom door.
Liz stepped into the light. She was breathing hard and her blouse was unbuttoned, showing off her sexy little breasts. Her dark tan areolas were puffed into little domes and her light tan nipples were pebble-hard. She'd taken her short skirt off and pulled her frilly panties to one side, exposing her neatly-rolled pussy lips. Her shaved vulva gleamed with her juices.
Case tried to speak, but no words came out. Liz was staring at him and Avery with a half-smile on her face. "I'm not pissed," she said. "Just turned on."
"Uh . . ." Case was still having trouble talking. "You're home early."
She laughed and looked from Case to Avery and back, focusing on their big stiff cocks. "Ellen was the only one who showed up. Kat had problems at work and everyone else had family stuff. We had a couple of drinks, then decided to go home."
Liz lifted her hands to her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "Glad I did. Otherwise, I'd have missed the show . . ."
She turned to Avery. "I'm surprised at you, Sam. Playing with my sexy husband." Her eyes darted to Case, then back to Avery. "Couple weeks ago, you were bending Paula over the back table at Gray's Bar."
