Black Football Costumed fan fucks my wife in Phoenix

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When the game ended with the Broncos winning everyone seemed happy. I was a little afraid to announce our next move. Taylor handled that for me.

“Logan, we had better get going if you are going to buy that burger and fries you owe me.”

“Burger and fries?” I stumbled as my family snapped their heads towards us. “Burger, plus fries? I thought you said you were a cheap date. I have to buy fries, too?”

It was like talking to a little sister. Basically that’s what I was doing. I mean my little sister was even older than Taylor. I gave her an engagement ring on Valentine’s Day her senior year and was the old guy taking her to the prom.

In spite of both families being LDS Taylor insisted on a private ceremony with us being married by a notary at the local city park. I liked the idea. Her dad and I agreed on not having some bullshit Temple ceremony. That meant my bride and I didn’t have the wear the Jesus Britches, the famous Mormon underwear.

Taylor held on to her virginity until the wedding night. I saw her naked changing clothes a few times, felt her up and almost got a finger in her once. Finally getting to fuck her after the wedding was spectacular. Four years with BYU coeds and a few local girls my age gave me experience with about fifty young women before Taylor and I started dating. We never discussed my past experiences and teaching and learning from my new bride was truly amazing.

At first in the marriage the age difference was an effort. She noticed it too, but mostly it was me feeling like I was doing something wrong in fucking such a young wife. Taylor would joke and call herself my child bride and remind me that old men and younger women was the Mormon way.

After we married my company moved us to Oakland. Taylor got a job with an insurance agent and handled billing and claims. We got to be Raiders fans although we couldn’t really afford to go to an actual game. Snuggling on the couch and watching the games with my cock in my wife beat any stadium seat.

During our Oakland tenure we didn’t make any friends because we really enjoyed our own company. Fucking her was great. We seldom missed a night unless she was having a heavy period. The right birth control spaced that out so much it wasn’t a problem. I considered her childlike in her manners, making fucking her special. It was whenever/wherever with us getting in a lot of wake up sex and usually she wanted to fuck me three times during the Raiders games.

Her love for the Raiders carried on when I was promoted to Phoenix. Now that we had money for games, the bad new was that the team was the Cardinals. We had more money to spend so we got the TV channel for all NFL games since watching the Cards on local TV couldn’t make us a fan. We continued to associate multiple fucks during the Raiders games. It was the hottest sex of the week as Taylor really honed in on the Raiders.

Then the Sunday before Thanksgiving last year, November 18, 2018 the Raiders were in Phoenix. I splurged on tickets to surprise Taylor. That’s a lie because resale on the tickets could drop to as low as $15. I blew $80 and got us seats 4 rows from the field on the 30 yard line. I told her on Tuesday and by game day she had almost fucked my brains out.

We left way early. Got there three hours before game time to watch the stands fill and the players come out early on the field. Of course in the NFL now the idea of filled stands is a thing of the past. We had empty seats way around us. I mean that early there was not more than 100 people on our side of the field when we got there.

Of all things to happen we were sitting there this Raiders fan dressed in outrageous Raiders gear came in holding two beers and sat right next to my wife. The shocked look on her face turned to amazement, then amusement, then “Hello, Raider’s guy” all in a quick instant.

Even though the look was unarguably “Raiders” the guy was fairly good looking, spoke to us and sipped a beer. He paused and pulled out his ticket, looked around, checked the seat number and settled back.

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