Note to the reader: This story deals with a fictitious football game that never actually took place. So, please don't bitch that the scoring drives depicted never actually happened between the Cowboys and Giants.

If you don't want to read about a husband watching his wife have sex with another man, then don't read this story. You have been warned.

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The start of the NFL season was coming up. I decided to have a little party to celebrate and watch the first Sunday games with my buddies. I invited three of my best friends and planned to smoke some meat for the occasion. My wife Emily took it as an opportunity to go shopping with her sister Candice. Unfortunately, she insisted that I invite Candice's husband Dirk to join us. The only problem was that Dirk was a dick and I couldn't stand the asshole.

One of my buddies couldn't make it. Apparently, his wife had plans to go to a home and garden show. Poor fellow. My friends Jimmy and Dave arrived around 3:00 for the Cowboys game. We were playing the Giants. Jimmy and I were die-hard Cowboys fan. Dave didn't have a dog in the fight as he is a Lions fan. Everything was going along well until Candice and Dirk showed up. As fate would have it, Dirk was from New York. He immediately became obnoxious.

Candice and Emily hung out in the kitchen for a bit. They kept saying they were going to leave, but I noticed they refilled their glasses from the Margarita machine twice. By the time the game started, they were both on at least their third drink.

The Giants took an early three-point lead, and Dirk started gloating. Every time a play went the Giants way, he would talk shit and knock the Cowboys. Jimmy suddenly remembered that he had something important to do at home and left. By the end of the first quarter, Dave had all he could stomach, and he went home too, leaving me as the only one to be the target of Dirk's bullshit.

As the second quarter started, the Cowboys kicked a field goal to tie the game 3 to 3. It was a low scoring game, and both defenses were playing far better than either offense. It was going to be a long game. About that time, Candice and Emily came in and plopped down next to us.

"We decided not to go shopping," Candice said.

"We're too drunk," Emily offered, laughing. "Where did the other guys go, Tony?"

"They had other things going on and had to leave," I said, making up excuses for my buddies.

"I'm bored," said Candice.

"Me too," added my wife.

Dirk laughed and said, "Well, this game is pretty fucking boring, too. But, I think I know a way to add some excitement. If you all can handle it."

"What's that?" I asked, taking a big swig of a margarita.

"Well, for one, we all do a shot of tequila anytime there is a sack, a safety, a turnover or a punt."

The girls didn't know what any of that meant, so they readily agreed. I didn't think it was too dangerous, so I went along with it. "Ok," I said, "that sounds like fun, but not so much risk that we'll all be hammered by halftime."

I left the room to fetch four shot glasses and a full bottle of Corralejo Reposado I'd been hiding in the freezer.

"Oh, bringing out the good stuff," Emily said when she saw it. I laughed, then went to the kitchen to grab some lemons, salt, a cutting board, and knife. I drank Corralejo neat. It was smooth enough that you didn't need to cut the taste with salt and a lemon wedge. I brought it for everyone else.

When I walked back in, Dirk said, "Go ahead and pour out a round of shots, Dallas just punted." I looked at the TV. New York had the ball.

"Oh, ok," I said, then cracked the seal on the bottle and poured out the tequila. "Who needs a lemon?"

"Me!" called out Candice, followed by Emily with a "me too." Dirk didn't say anything. He seemed to wait to see what I did. I sliced off a couple of small wedges and stuck them on the edge of two of the shot glasses, handing one to each of the girls. I gave Dirk a drink without lemon and took one for myself.

Emily rubbed the lemon on her hand and sprinkled on some salt. Candice did the same. "Cheers!" I shouted as we all drank the shots. Dirk and I barely reacted; the tequila was that good. The girls both made faces and noises, but not as bad as they would have if it had been cheap shit.

"So, that's the first part of my idea," Dirk said. "Want to hear the next part of the game?"

"Sure," Emily said as she scooted closer to me. Tequila always makes Emily get horny and touchy-feely.

"Hang on," I said as there was a penalty in the game and the Giants were walking back ten yards. "3rd and 20, that's not good. Your Giant's aren't doing so well, Dirk." I enjoyed rubbing it in. The center snapped the ball, and the quarterback dropped back into the end zone as two defenders were in his face.

"Sack!" I yelled out! "Fucking A!"

"Fuck!" Dirk shouted, unhappy that his team gave up two points.

"That's another shot, isn't it?" Candice asked. I guess she had understood more about football than I gave her credit.

"Yep, you're right," I said as I poured four more portions of the liquor. Everyone quickly drank the shots. They went down even easier than the first ones.

"Hey, are they punting?" Emily asked as she pointed to the screen.

"Oh, shit," I said, "Yeah that's right. You have to punt after you get a safety. But, that doesn't count. We did a shot for the safety. We shouldn't have to do another one for the punt, too."

"Rules is rules," Emily said, playfully. "Don't be a pussy. Shot!"

I was only trying to keep the girls from overdoing it on the Tequila. I knew I could handle it and I didn't care if Dirk got wasted. "Ok, your majesty," I said as I picked up the bottle and refilled everyone's glasses.

Emily shouted "Woo!" as she downed hers and stood up to do a little happy dance. I was already starting to feel warm from the shots, so I know she had to be doing alright.

"Ok," Dirk spoke up, "Here's the rest of the game, but you all may be too wimpy to go along with it."

"No way!" shouted my wife, "The only pussies in this house are between our legs!"

"Yeah!" agreed Candice, "What's the game?"

"So, to make the football much more exciting, I say any time the Cowboys score, Candice has to take off an item of clothing. Likewise, any time the Giant's score, Emily has to do the same thing."

The girls laughed, but I was quickly doing the math. Both girls seemed to be dressed the same, wearing a pair of sneakers, shorts, panties, a jersey, and a bra. That meant that the Giants would have to score three times before Emily had to show off anything more than she did at the beach in a bikini. The chances of that happening in this game were pretty slim.

"Sounds like a great idea," I said. Emily looked at me with an unsure stare.

"Hey, you're not the one who would have to get naked!" She declared. She consulted with Candice. "What do you think? Should we do it?"

Candice stood up and laughed then added, "Hell yes! We're gonna beat the Cowgirls, and you're going to be naked!"

We all agreed to the game and the rules. Shoes counted as one item, and every score counted. Dirk had a smug look on his face. I wanted to wipe it off and to get to see his wife naked wasn't a bad prize either.

"Ok, then," I said, "Emily, you have to take off one item and Candice, I'm sorry, but you have to take off two."

Candice looked at me like I was nuts. "What the hell are you talking about? We just started! Nobody has scored yet."

I grinned broadly. "The rules that we all agreed to say that every score counts. There are already three scores. Rules is rules."

Emily popped her shoes off. "He's right, dammit! Rules is rules!"

Candice gave me a dirty look, then kicked her shoes off, too. She hesitated, then much to my surprise, stood up, unbuttoned her cut-off jeans shorts and peeled them off. Candice turned and bent over, giving me a great view of her ass. The little black thong she had on did not cover her round cheeks. She smirked and threw her shorts at me.

"Happy now?" she asked.

"Very," I replied. My cock was getting hard, and I had to adjust its position in my shorts.

"We're still going to kick the Cowboy's asses," she said defiantly, then sat back down.

"And the Cowboys have to punt on 4th and 7," said the announcer on the TV.

"Shot!" called out Emily.

Fuck, ok. Maybe this drinking game wasn't such a good idea after all. I poured the drinks, and everyone downed them. Emily shuddered a little then let out a much more subdued "woo" than earlier. She snuggled up to me and put her hand on my bare thigh, teasing the hair on my leg. That wasn't helping my boner go away.

Very quickly it looked like the Giants were going to have to punt again. It was third down, and they needed twelve yards to get a new set of downs. The quarterback dropped back and again two defenders were in his face. He dodged the first one and spun around to get away from the second. He turned and hurled the ball about as far as he possibly could.

We watched it sail through the air and arc down into the open hands of a sprinting wide receiver. Two seconds later he ran into the end zone and spiked the ball.

"Touchdown! New York!"

"Fuck!" I roared as Dirk and Candice shouted for joy.

"Told you! Cowboys suck!" Candice screeched.

Dirk laughed, "In your face, Tony! Did you see that pass? Holy Shit!"

I grimaced and then Candice shouted, "Strip, bitch!"

Emily looked at me and shook her head like this was somehow my fault. I raised my eyebrows, and she stood up and pulled her Cowboys jersey up and over her head, then threw it at Dirk. Emily had on a pink lace bra that accentuated her perky 34-C tits nicely. She held her arms overhead and shimmied a little then turned and kissed me. When she did, I got a good look at her bra. Her nipples were pretty fucking visible through the lacey material. Dirk took every opportunity to check out Emily's tits.

"The extra point is good! The Giants lead the Cowboys 10 to 5."

"Strip, bitch!" Candice said again.

Emily laughed, "Are you blind, girl? I just did." She wiggled her titties at Candice.

Dirk spoke up. "That was for the touchdown. You have to strip for the extra point, too."

"No way," Emily said, "That's not true! It goes with the touchdown!"

Candice stood up and shook her finger at my wife. "No, it's not. The rules say every point counts, right Tony?" She looked at me. I guess this was payback for me making them strip for the first three scores.

I nodded, "Yeah, rules is rules."

"Damn right, they are!" Dirk said, "Come on, Emily, lose the bra!"

"You wish!" Emily snapped at him. She turned to face me, bent over with her ass pointing at Dirk and slid her basketball shorts down and off. She had on a cute little pink pair of panties that looked like boy's briefs. They made her apple ass look incredible, but covered it well, unlike Candice's thong which left nothing to the imagination.

I noticed Dirk kept glancing over at my wife more than he was watching the game. Emily was sipping on a margarita and was leaning against me, with her hand on my lap. Every once in a while she would brush her fingers against my cock, which was in a steady state of semi-erection.

The Cowboys had the ball and were steadily marching down the field with little gains. They converted three third downs and were in the red zone when the two-minute warning came up before halftime. When play resumed, they continued advancing the ball until it was first and goal from the six-yard line.

"Fumble! Dallas lost the ball on the one. New York has recovered it! He's still on his feet. He's at the ten, the fifteen, finally taken down at the twenty-eight-yard line!"

"Fuck! Hold onto the ball!" I shouted.

A turnover meant it was time for another shot. I was already getting drunk. Emily was way beyond that, but she was up for more. I filled the glasses, and everyone threw them back, except Dirk. I noticed he had to do it in two swallows.

Two plays later and the Giants scored another touchdown. Emily and I were pouting in frustration, but Candice and Dirk were cheering wildly.

Candice walked over to Emily and unhooked her bra, then pulled it off, waving it in the air. Emily quickly covered her tits with her hands, but in her state, she mostly missed. She shouted, "What the hell, Candy, I can undress myself!"

"Show 'em! Don't hide 'em!" Dirk shouted.

Emily shook her head for a few seconds, then gave in and raised her hands over her head. Candice and Dirk cheered as they stared at my wife's gorgeous bare breasts.

"Extra point!" Candice declared, "Come on Giants! Emily's getting naked!"

"Oh shit," I said as Emily grabbed my arm. I could tell by the look on her face she did not want to be completely naked. We turned to the TV in time to see the ball kicked. It hooked sharply, just passing outside the upright.

I jumped up cheering, "Woo! Yeah! He missed!" Emily jumped with me, wrapping her arms around my neck, happy that she didn't have to lose her panties.

It was halftime. Emily asked if the girls could put their clothes back on until the game resumed. Dirk immediately said no. I didn't want to be a pussy, so I agreed with him. Emily had to hang out for the next fifteen minutes in only her little pink boy shorts. Her nipples were hard and on display.

"Are you cold?" I asked her grinning.

She blushed. "No, I'm not!"

"She's horny!" Candice said laughing.

I went to the bathroom to take a leak. While I was gone, someone turned on loud music. When I came back, Candice and Emily were dancing in front of Dirk like strippers. Emily had exposed much more of her body than her long-time friend. I felt a pang of jealousy, seeing Emily dancing to sexily for Dirk. When the girls saw me, they came over to me, pushed me into my chair and danced for me. The jealousy quickly evaporated.

As the game resumed, Emily sat on my lap. I noticed Candice did the same with Dirk. Emily rubbed her crotch on my dick like she was giving me a lapdance. Candice spoke up just as the game was getting back underway.

"So, what happens when we run out of clothes," she asked.

"I guess the game is over," I said. Dirk immediately spoke up.

"Oh, hell, no," he disagreed. "That's when the game gets good. Any time a team scores points after a girl is naked, she has to sit on the other husband's lap for one minute per point scored."

Damn, where did he come up with these rules? I liked them.

"Deal," I shouted, giving Candice a wicked grin.

Emily whispered to me, "What if I have to sit on Dirk's lap?"

"Don't worry," I told her, "Have faith in the Cowboys."

She smirked, "You do realize this is the Dallas Cowboys, you're talking about? We're losing 16 to 5, Tony." I nodded.

I'd never cared so much about a game before. I'd played fantasy football, but this was a hundred times better. We all were watching with great anticipation. The Giants were making big plays, and it looked like they were going to score again. I was nervous about my wife having to get naked, but with only one item left on, if they scored and got the extra point, she would be sitting on Dirk's lap, naked, for a minute."

Suddenly, Candice cried out, "No!"

A Cowboys player had intercepted a pass and was running it back the other way. Emily and I jumped up! "Go!" I screamed. Emily shouted with me.

"A pick six!" I shouted as the player ran into the Giant's end zone and spiked the ball. "Touchdown Dallas!"

"Fuck!" shouted Dirk.

"Strip, bitch!" Emily shouted at Candice, who stood up glaring at me. Why did everybody blame me when they had to strip?

"Give me the goddamned shot first," she said. I laughed and poured another set of four tequilas. We all drank them as Emily started chanting, "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Just then the Cowboys went for two and converted, scoring two more points! "Fuck yes! Take it all off!"

"Dammit! Whose idea was it to play this stupid game?" Candice joked, giving her husband a dirty look. He just grinned and raised his hands.

"Rules is rules," he said, laughing.

Candice pretended to be angry and pulled her Jersey off. Holy shit, she wasn't wearing a bra! Her large, 36-D boobs were on full display. She cupped each one in her hands and shook them at me. I grinned like a kid in a candy store.

Emily walked over to her and grabbed Candice's thong in both hands and pulled it down in one motion. "Payback, bitch," she said, then kissed Candice on the cheek.

Candice was clean shaven, and as she removed the thong from her feet, her legs parted tantalizingly. I got an excellent view of her labia. She looked very turned on. Damn. I loved this game.

We all sat back down. I kept sneaking peeks over at Candice as she sat on Dirk's lap. My cock was rock hard. Emily was sitting on it in a way that kept it pressed under her pussy. I could feel her heat against me, and her moisture made my shorts wet. She pressed her mouth to my ear and was moaning as she moved her hips in little jerks. If she kept it up, she would likely cum soon.

With the score, 16 to 13, the Cowboys were within a field goal of tying the game and a touchdown from taking the lead. I watched with dread as the Giant's marched back down the field. Nothing the Cowboys defense could do was working. Then all of a sudden, the Giant's offense stalled. They lined up to kick a field goal and missed!

"Turnover on downs!" I exclaimed. "That's another shot!" There were a couple of unhappy groans.

I stood up to pour the shots. My cock was hard as a rock, making the front of my shorts stick out like a tent. There was a big wet spot all around the bulge, but most of it was not from me. Fortunately, with black basketball shorts on, the wet spot was not that noticeable.

"Damn, Tony," Candice said, staring at my crotch, "I think you're enjoying the game a bit too much."

I handed out the shots. Nobody seemed to want to drink them. I swallowed mine. Dirk and Candice both grimaced as they drank theirs. Emily finally got her's down, but she was looking pretty sluggish. I'd rarely seen her this drunk. She usually would have passed out by now.

We sat back down, and a few minutes later, the Cowboys punted. With a groan, I got up to pour more shots, but the bottle was empty. "Ah, damn," I declared, "I guess we're out of shots."

"Dark the luck!" Dirk said. He seemed happy not to have to drink any more of the strong booze.

"Yeah, what a shame," my wife added with her words heavily slurred.

After a few minutes, New York lined up and kicked a field goal. Dirk and Candice called for Emily to strip her one remaining clothing item. She stood up, staggered and nearly fell. I held her up as Emily pulled her pink panties off. She handed them to me, blushing. They were soaked through in the crotch. I grinned and tossed them to Dirk who caught them and took a big sniff. Candice slapped his arm, laughing and then teased Emily.

"Damn, girl," Candice said as she checked out how wet Emily's panties were, "did you pee in them or did Tony bust his nut?"

Emily just laughed, ignoring Candice's comment and climbed back up on my lap. She straddled my erection. The feeling was even more intense now that my wife didn't have on any panties. She rocked her hips slowly, moving her pussy against my shaft.

My attention turned back to the game. It was not looking too favorably for the Cowboys. There was less than a minute to go, and they were down by six points. They were out of timeouts. It looked hopeless as they were not able to advance the ball and time was ticking.

Suddenly, they completed a pass and made the first down. The clock was still running. The team ran to line up. Twelve seconds. Eleven. They spiked the ball to stop to the clock. Nine seconds left to go. All four of us were on our feet. I noticed Dirk's shorts were tented out even more, which meant his cock must be bigger than mine.
There was only enough time to run one play. The ball was snapped. The quarterback dropped back. He was chased out of the pocket. He rolled out, spun away from defenders and heaved the ball down the field and into the end zone. Several people jumped into the air trying to catch it. I watched as the ball tipped off of a Giant's hands and fell to the ground.

A Cowboy dove and caught the ball just before it touched the grass.

"Touchdown!" The Cowboys tied the game with no time left on the clock. Emily and I jumped up and down hugging each other. We all became silent as the teams lined up for the extra point attempt. The tension was incredible.

Snap.

Place.

Kick.

Wide left! They missed the extra point. The game was going into over time.

That caused a bit of a commotion in my house.

"Hey! What happens during overtime?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, we need something special for winning overtime!" Candice exclaimed.

"Hang on," I said, "I get you on my lap for six minutes before that!"

The room got quiet again. Everyone seemed uncomfortable. I could tell Dirk hated that his wife would have to sit on my lap naked for six minutes. Emily broke the ice. "It's ok," she said, " you don't have to, Candy. We can call it over. It was all for fun. You don't have to sit on Tony's lap."

I looked at my wife with obvious disappointment written all over my face. Here was my chance to get one over on Dirk and make him take that smirk off his face. I was about to protest when the good-guy in me came out. "Yeah," I said, "It's fine. We can call it over."

Suddenly Dirk looked pissed. I don't think he liked me taking the high moral ground. I guess in his mind that meant I won. He hated to lose.

"Hell no," he said, "we all agreed. Rules is rules, like you said. Candice has to sit on your lap for six minutes. We can pause the game until she's done. That way we don't miss anything, but let's keep the game going and raise the stakes. No more shots. No more stripping or lap rides. Winner takes all. If the Cowboys win, you get to fuck Candice, right here in front of us all. If the Giant's win, I get to fuck Emily. If you don't agree, then we quit playing, and Candice doesn't have to sit on your lap."

That mother fucker figured out a way to one-up me. He knew damned well I wasn't going to agree to his rules. I was not about to take a chance on him fucking my wife, no matter how much I loved the Cowboys or how much I wanted to embarrass him by having Candice sit on my lap.

I was pissed and opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off.

"Deal!" shouted Emily.

"What?" I said to my wife, "You must be fucking kidding!"

She leaned to me and said, "Fuck that arrogant asshole! Candice has to sit on your lap! He's just trying to worm out of it. We aren't going to lose, Tony. Have faith in the Cowboys!"

"Are you sure?" I asked her. She smiled back at me, and I could see just how drunk she was. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her impaired judgment, but dammit, I hated that son of a bitch.

"Do it!" Emily demanded.

"Ok," I said, "Deal!"

"Hang on!" Candice chimed in. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No!" Emily, Dirk and I all shouted at the same time.

So, Dirk started a timer on his phone as his wife sat on my lap. Emily put on some sexy music and stood next to us, watching Candice closely. I sat with my legs together, feet on the floor. Candice sat facing me, straddling my crotch, her massive tits inches from my face.

I felt how hot her pussy was as it pressed against my erection. If anything, it felt warmer and wetter than Emily's had moments ago. I put my hands on Candice's ample ass and squeezed. She looked at me and whispered, "Who said you could do that?"

"Nobody," I replied and squeezed harder, pulling her pussy against my cock. She breathed in sharply and wiggled her hips, making her pussy rub on my dick. I grinned. She shook her head and looked over her shoulder at her husband. He was squeezing his cock through his shorts.

Emily spanked Candice's ass playfully.

"Don't just sit there!" she yelled, "Shake that ass, bitch!"

Candice winced, and her pussy bounced against my cock. I held on as she started rocking forward and back, humping my hard prick. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to one of her tits. I immediately sucked on it. She groaned. I didn't know if Dirk could see what I was doing or not, and I didn't care.

Candice started grinding her hips harder. She leaned over me, pressing her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Pull your pants down."

She lifted her hips, and I reached under us, easing my shorts down until my cock was free. She immediately lowered her pussy against it, moving her hips and sliding her wet slit along my shaft. Fuck, I nearly came, but clenched down and held on. She was moving her hips rapidly, her wet labia wrapped around my cock. We weren't technically fucking, but it was practically the same thing.

Candice moved so that the head of my cock was resting right on her clitoris. She was shaking her hips rapidly. I felt her juices flowing out and over my shaft and balls.

"Put it in," she whispered. "Fuck me."

I moved to lower my cock to her opening as she raised up enough to let it slide home. She grinned and started to push down. I felt the head beginning to spread her open and penetrate her.

"Times up!" Dirk shouted, "get the fuck off his lap!" Candice hesitated and looked at me, sticking her lips out to pout. She whispered, "I hope the Cowboys win, "then climbed off and went back to sit on Dirk's lap. I couldn't help but notice he had taken his shorts off completely.

Emily pulled my shorts the rest of the way off and climbed on my lap. "Did you like that baby?" she asked me as she resumed where Candice left off.

"Hell, yeah," I said grinning sheepishly.

"Good," Emily said, then kissed me before adding, "Just wait until you fuck that bitch! I want you to give it to her good."

Dirk unpaused the game. The Cowboys won the coin toss. They chose to receive the kickoff.

We watched as they did so. The Cowboy's offense was in control of the flow of the game, as they dominated the Giant's defense. Play after play netted 5, 6, even 10 yards each.

Emily was grinding her pussy hard against my cock. She was rocking back and forth. It was all I could do to not cum all over her. She was whimpering, on the edge of her own orgasm.

The Cowboys quarterback threw the ball. The tight end was wide open and caught the ball with a straight shot to the end zone. He turned took three steps and POW! He was run into by a freight train called the Giant's safety. The ball popped loose and was on the ground rolling away. We stared in shock as the Giant's free safety scooped the ball up in one smooth motion, tucked it and sprinted eighty yards, to dive into the end zone.

Game over.

New York Won.

Emily stopped grinding her pussy on my cock.

Dirk was laughing.

Candice turned and looked at us with shock on her face, which quickly turned into an evil grin. She slowly slid off her naked husband's lap and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Oh, Emily," Dirk called out, holding his cock in his fist. Now that I could see it clearly, I was surprised at just how big it was. He was easily two inches longer than me and much thicker. He was grinning with that douchebag smirk he had mastered. "I got something for you."

Emily looked at me, swaying back and forth drunkenly. I could see the look in her eyes that said, "Do I have to?" I could also see the lust on her face that said quite clearly, "I want to." She continued to look at me as she pushed herself to her feet and backed away slowly. She turned and walked across the room.

When she reached Dirk, she nervously climbed on his lap, her legs spread wide, one thigh on each side of his legs. She reached down between them and gripped his cock. Emily turned her head to look over her shoulder at me, one last time, as I saw her rubbing the head of his dick in her slit. She sunk down and the head of his cock slid into her pussy.

Emily let out a groan and turned back to face Dirk. He grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed them roughly, lifting his hips and driving more of his thick cock into my wife. She gasped and then kissed him as she started lifting herself up and dropping down onto his cock. Each time she came down, more of his dick disappeared inside her.

So far, he wasn't fucking her. Instead, I watched in shock and disbelief as Emily fucked him. She was the aggressor. Emily was doing all the work. She was using her pussy to pleasure his cock.

I hadn't noticed Candice moving, but suddenly she was next to me, and I heard her whisper in my ear. "She likes his cock," she said softly. "You can tell. See how she is trying to milk him with her pussy."

She was right. Emily was driving her cunt down his shaft all the way to the base. Then she thrust her hips forward and lifted up. I was sure Emily was clenching him hard inside her as my sweet wife raised her hips. When his cock was almost all the way out of her, she slammed her pussy back down.

"Too bad that isn't us fucking," Candice said as she took my cock in her hand and began stroking me. "I want some of this."

I pushed her hand off my cock.

"You shouldn't bet if you don't want to pay when you lose," Candice said, giggling.

Emily's hips were snapping up and down, and her pussy was bouncing on Dirk's shaft. I could only see the bottom few inches appearing as she moved, which meant most of it was deep inside her the entire time. I heard Emily's moans change, and I knew the sound well. She was about to cum.

She fucked Dirk faster and cried out, throwing her head back as she came. She bucked and shook through the powerful spasms. The sounds of his cock thrusting inside her grew louder and wetter. Just as she started coming down from her high, Dirk rolled her on her back, raised her knees and put her feet over his shoulders.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Emily cried out as Dirk slammed his big cock into her once. "Fuck me, Dirk!" Then again and again.

Dirk took control of my wife and began fucking her roughly, forcefully, driving his fat cock into her over and over. Emily started wailing and clinging to him as he worked his cock like a jackhammer inside her cunt.

Emily had her feet in the air and was screaming as Dirk fucked her violently. I couldn't watch any more. I got up from my chair and pulled my shorts up. I gave one last look at my wife and walked out of the room. I went outside to get some fresh air. Even out there I could still hear them fucking.

I tried to tune it out, but I couldn't. Then I heard Dirk's voice. "Tell me where you want me to cum, you fucking little slut."

I didn't hear Emily's answer, but I heard Dirk again. "Say it louder, so your husband hears where you want it!" He was practically screeching. I heard Emily's voice, but what she said was not clear.

"Scream it, bitch," he yelled, "so Tony knows what you want me to do!"

"Cum in my pussy!" Emily cried out, "Cum inside me!"

Dirk let out a wild, bestial roar and said, "Oh yeah, I'm cumming! Take it, you slut! Take all my cum!" He continued bellowing through his orgasm. I could hear Emily cumming again, with him, as he shot his seed into her womb.

I stood on the back porch enraged until they because quiet. I threw open the door and charged across the room. Dirk was on top of Emily, and they were kissing passionately.

"Ok, you're done!" I yelled, "Now get the fuck off my wife!"

Dirk looked up at me smirking. Emily wouldn't meet my gaze. I grabbed Dirk by the shoulders and jerked him hard. He rolled off Emily and onto the floor. He was laughing. Emily's legs were wide open, and so was her cunt, as Dirk's sperm leaked out of her onto our sofa.

He got on his hands and knees and started trying to stand up, but was wobbly on his feet due to all the tequila. "It was just a game, bro," he said, laughing. "You lost, don't be such a pussy."

"Get your shit and get the fuck out!" I yelled.

"If you had won, you would've fucked Candice," he said as he started pulling his pants back on. "But, you didn't. You lost. Like always. You're a loser, Tony. You lost, and I just fucked your wife better than she's ever been fucked before."

"Shut the fuck up and get the hell out of my house!" I yelled again. Candice was busy dressing rapidly and gathering their things.

"Come on, Dirk," she said, trying to pull him out of the house, "Tony's just pissed because you made Emily cum better than he does. He's a pussy. Let's go."

Tony took a staggering step toward me. "Or what? You little, bitch? I'll snap you like a twig. Don't fuck with me. It was a game. You agreed to the rules. She agreed to the rules. You even said it yourself. Rules is rules."

Dirk lunged at me drunkenly. I stepped to the side and swung my fist as hard as I could. I caught him square on the jaw, driving his head back and to his right. His body rotated following the direction of travel of his head, and we went down hard on the flat part of the sectional sofa. He was out cold.

I shook my hand trying to clear the pain that was shooting up from my knuckles, through my wrist, and into my elbow. "Son of a bitch!" I shouted. Candice dropped her clothes and went to check on Dirk.

"Well, I don't know if he's out from that punch or all the Tequila," she said, winking at me. She walked over to check on my naked wife. "She's out, too. I don't know that she's even going to remember Dirk fucking her. I think she blacked out in the fourth quarter."

I was still feeling the effects of my adrenaline surging through my body. "Dirk deserved that," Candice said. "He'd be an alright guy if he wasn't such a douchebag all the time."

I sat down, staring at her. "I can't believe Emily actually went through with it. She didn't have to fuck Dirk."

Candice sat down on my lap, sideways. "Oh, hon, rules is..."

"Don't fucking say it again," I snapped at her.

Candice wiggled her ass on my crotch and pressed her ample, nude breasts against my chest. "What do you say we make up some new rules for the game?" She asked, grinning at me wickedly. "How about if the winning husband gets knocked out by the losing husband, the loser gets to fuck the winner's wife as a prize?"

"I like this game more and more every minute," I said as I grabbed one of Candice's big mammaries and squeezed it hard.

"Well, then you better get busy, mister," Candice said as she turned to straddle me. "You know what they say, rules is..."

I kissed her hard before she could finish the sentence.

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