More than a Football Bet
This is a sequel to "The Football Bet." Usually sequels are not as good as the originals, but I hope this one meets your approval. So often polyamory-type relationships are messy, which is why I want Maria, Henry, and George to workout. If you can't have a happy ending in a sexy story, then where can you have one! I hope you enjoy their second adventure.
Maria and Henry sat in the dining room after work eating dinner and talking about their day as if they were the most mundane, vanilla couple in the greater Chicago area. Maria picked up a carrot with her fingers and crunched on it. For a woman in her early fifties, she was quite attractive. Her dark auburn hair fell just past her shoulders, and the streaks of silver highlighted her life experiences. She had fierce green eyes that could penetrate any man or woman who stumbled across her path. She smiled as she chewed on her carrot and asked her husband, "Whatcha thinking about over there, good looking?" Henry, who was the love of Maria's life, stood at six feet five inches. His salt and pepper hair and slightly crooked front tooth made him the best looking professor at the university. It helped that he had professor-like glasses and a goatee. Hubba. Hubba. While Maria may have been fierce in the courtroom, Henry was suave and studious in the classroom. Together, they turned heads.
"You. Fucking George. What else?" Henry gave his wife a sexy, devious smile. A few weeks ago Maria and Henry's friend, George, came over for the Super Bowl. The plan was for the two guys to hangout and eat junk food while Maria got caught up on her case files; however, one joke led to another, and before the trio knew it, a fierce bet was waged. Maria was confident that she could bring George to climax by the first half and Henry by the end of the game. The kicker was that she could only use her mouth and only during commercials. The guys quickly agreed knowing full well they stood no chance. By the end of the game, Maria had herself two abled-bodied men to serve her however her heart desired. It was a good night for all those involved.
"That's a pretty hot thought," she said as she took the last few bites of her dinner. "We gonna do that again?" She had her mischievous smile on. Henry stood no chance when Maria wore that kind of smile.
"I know George sure hopes so!"
"And what do you hope for, Mr. Killinger?" Maria set her fork down and touched her finger tips to her husband's hand. She traced the veins with her finger tips delicately rubbing his skin. "Did you truly enjoy what we did, or was it a one hit wonder?"
"Baby, I've never seen you so hot. So lit up. How could we not do that again? I think we tapped into something, Mrs. Killinger."
Maria stood up and moved toward her husband. "I think you should tap into something right now." She stood in front of her husband and ran her fingers through his hair while he pressed his face into her tummy.
"You smell good," he said. He lifted his face up, and she bent down to kiss him. The soft, tender kiss quickly evolved into passion. "I don't think George is the only one who liked our little Super Bowl Party," Henry said as he kissed his wife's neck and chin.
"MmmmHmmm," Maria replied. Then she pushed her husband's dinner plate out of the way. She laid back on the table and spread her legs. Without saying a word, Henry lifted up his wife's dress and placed his face between her legs. Maria smiled when she heard her husband inhale her scent. He then kissed Maria's swollen pussy lips through her panties. "Don't tease me, Mr. Killinger," Maria purred to her husband. She was the teaser- not the teased. When Maria lifted her butt up, Henry took the hint and pulled her panties off and tossed them on her face. "Hey! These smell good," she joked.
He proceeded to please his wife, for he could see the moisture glistening on his wife's slit. His tongue separated her vaginal lips, and he moved his mouth up and down her sex. He flicked her enlarged clit with his tongue. Maria was incredibly wet, so he inserted two fingers and began rubbing her G spot. "Tha's what I like...eat my pussy baby..."
Henry was still amazed at how vocal and descriptive his wife had become. He continued to move his tongue back and forth...up and down...wanting to please her. He moved his mouth back to her clit and nibbled as his fingers worked her pussy.
"Hen...are you hard?" Maria asked.
"Mmmmhmmm," Henry answered without removing his mouth.
"Fuck me babe. I want to feel your cock." Henry stood up and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his knees. He then inched up to the dining room table while Maria laid on her back- her legs wide open. Her pussy dripped with desire. "Baby...I want to feel you inside of me. Fill me." Henry slid is penis into his wife's vagina. She wiggled a little bit until they found a workable position. Henry began to pump in and out of his wife. She kept her legs spread wide open, so he had ample room to fuck her. "Hen...I want you to cum inside of me, and then I want George to eat me out..."
"That's hot, baby," Henry said slightly out of breath.
"Can George fuck me again? Can I feel his cock again, Henry? Can I have George's cum inside of me again?"
"Yes...baby..."
"Say it Henry. Say you want to see it..."
"Maria, I want to watch George fuck you balls deep until he fills you with his sperm..." Henry could no more and get that sentence out before Maria's pussy tightened down on his penis like a vice grip.
"I'm cumming baby...holy...fucking...shit...oh yes..." Maria closed her eyes tightly and moved her head back and forth. Feeling the tightness of her pussy and knowing what drove her over the edge, was too much for Henry to handle. Within moments he groaned as spurts of cum filled his wife's pussy. After cuming, he sat down in the dining room chair and watched his cum leak out of his wife's vagina.
"You're leaking..." he teased his wife. Maria took her panties that he had tossed on her face and wiped his cum. "That's better," Henry said. "We don't want cum stains on our dining room table."
Maria chuckled but didn't move. She was still enjoying her post orgasmic bliss.
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The next morning, Maria was up and gone by the time Henry made his way into the kitchen for coffee. He knew she had a busy day in court, so it didn't bother him that he didn't get his morning kiss goodbye. After Henry gathered his items for the day, he headed to the office. Spring was right around the corner, so the sun was shining and the birds were making a morning ruckus. Henry had a slight pep in his step, which tended to happen after he got laid.
Once inside his office, he turned on his computer and checked his email. It was midterm season, so he had several emails from students with similar questions...how can I best prepare for the upcoming assessment. He really wasn't in the mood to respond to his needy students, so he opened up his briefcase planning to pull out some graded assignments. However, to his surprise, Maria had left him a gift. Henry let out a deep belly laugh just as George walked into the open office.
"Hey buddy," George started. "What's got ya cracking up this early in the morning."
Normally, Henry would quickly shut his briefcase and dodge the question, but after their Super Bowl escapade, he and George were on a whole new level. He held up Maria's cum soaked panties from the night before. "Maria left me a present in my briefcase."
