[Written By Barbi Sinclair]

I wasn't quite too happy when the team I was rooting for lost on Super Bowl Sunday. Like so many others across the country, Jimmy and I happened to be glued in front of the TV. With so much that Jimmy and I have in common, it was hard to believe that he was voting for the Steelers, contrary to the Cardinals I wanted to win. Our anxiety-ridden evening took place at a friend's house where about nine other people were present, excluding Jimmy and me along with the owner and his wife. Why I say anxiety-ridden was that Jimmy and I had made a bet that if I lost, I would have to give him a blowjob immediately following the game, and it couldn't wait until we got in the car, let alone wait until we arrived at home to complete my task. So guess what, it had to occur at our friend's house. Now, on the other hand, if I won, I wagered an hour daily massage given by Jimmy for an entire week. I'm sure you now understand why I was so motivated to make a bet (and so dreamful that it would turn to reality) because as you know, I'm such a sucker for a nice sensual massage.

Our friend's house appeared to be jam-packed with thirteen people total, including women of course. Everyone brought over a dish, so you can only imagine the colorful edible palette that was displayed on the dining room table and the kitchen island for everyone to eat. The house echoed with laughs, conversation, and yells when the team someone was rooting for screwed up on something. My typical Super Bowl party had always consisted of me being a very naughty slut wife, but in this case it was impossible because of other women present in the house. Most of the men were aware that Jimmy and I have a very sexual lifestyle, but the women, as I am aware of, knew nothing of it. I happened to dress quite casual for the party, just like everyone else was, but with a fitted flare. I wore my tight jeans with a thin cotton top that made the silhouette of my tits stand out. I left my long silky blonde hair down as I usually do. Jimmy complimented me on how sexy I looked just being dressed in my casual outfit with jeans. So anyway, things were normal as normal could be most of the time there, and it's not like I could have flashed or anything. So anyway, I'm going to skip over the boring parts for now so that I could get to the details about what happened when the football game finally ended.

I was sitting on Jimmy's lap when the Steelers had finally defeated the Cardinals. There was a mixture of happy and angry remarks thrown around the room clearly displaying a roller coaster of emotions in the house. No matter what the case, life goes on, and it was just a game, right? While sitting on Jimmy's lap, Jimmy whispered in my ear, "It's time for you to pay up, sweetheart. You owe me a blowjob like right now. I want you to go to the main bathroom off of the kitchen, and I will follow you in a few minutes." "Great," I thought to myself. I was somewhat horny even though I was just going to give Jimmy head. I guess my horniness had to do with the fact that it seemed pretty risque being locked in the bathroom with Jimmy knowing that there were many guests in the house who would eventually need to use the bathroom. So, I finally got off Jimmy's lap and made my way over to the bathroom. Once I was inside, and of course I left the door unlocked for Jimmy, I must have waited about five minutes before he finally walked in. The thoughts in my mind wandered about whether or not everyone else would figure it out that we were in the bathroom doing something naughty. Once Jimmy was inside, he walked over to the sink area where I knelt down on my knees. I then unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock. What was really hot was that I noticed Jimmy hadn't worn any boxers or underwear. I know, he wanted the easy access, and it's almost as though he would have expected me to give him a blowjob, regardless if his team won or lost. I started to slowly suck on his cock until it grew completely hard within a minute. He must have thought about this scenario during the entire game, I thought to myself. Well, it didn't matter at that point, and besides, I liked the fact that I was servicing him while there were so many people outside of the door that migrated from the living room to either eat some more or to use the bathroom. About ten minutes into Jimmy's blowjob, and I know Jimmy was really enjoying it because he did hold out a bit, the bathroom door flew open as one of the guys was simultaneously engaged in conversation with another guest, not even looking into the bathroom as he walked in. It wasn't until he finally looked straight into the bathroom that he noticed that I was sucking Jimmy off and walked in on us, but at that point he had nearly closed the door behind him, and apparently know one else caught us in the action. Ooops! He had the funniest puzzled, but yet very pleased look on his face when he saw what the two of us were up to. I stopped for a moment thinking in my mind, ...but I thought Jimmy locked the bathroom door... At the time I couldn't tell you the guy's name because he really was a guest invited by our friend, so that evening was the first time we had actually met him. Pete, as I later learned was is his name, whispered to us, "Ummm" I can't really leave right now as there are people right outside of this door, so unless you want to be seen by the others as I open the door, which there is probably a line anyway, you're better off with what you were doing, and I could watch, if you don't mind. I think it's pretty fucking hot if you're comfortable with me watching you. You know, men are voyeurs and there's nothing sexier than your beautiful wife satisfying her husband's cock. Am I going to see your wife get fucked?" Wow, I couldn't believe how straightforward he was, but I like men who can be so honest. There were other people at the door anxious to use the bathroom, so I had to rush my job, and totally put off Jimmy fucking me until later that night, which would have been so erotic and I could have had an orgasm too. Well, I continued sucking Jimmy off until I finally made him cum, somewhat like a touchdown with his cum that partially got thrown in my mouth and partially on my face, with an audience member silently cheering for that priceless score. I quickly cleaned up my face and fortunately, some of the traffic in the kitchen had subsided, as we suspected the homeowners opened up their master bathroom for the guests to use, since we occupied that bathroom for a bit longer than anticipated. Pete was the first one to leave, and after about a minute, Jimmy and I trailed behind. No one had even suspected anything out of the ordinary, but as soon as I was out in the living room area, one guy's wife had walked up to me and said, "Barb, I was looking all over for you. I wanted to ask you about the name of one of those facial creams you were using, but I forgot the name of it?" Well, at least I didn't have to explain myself where I was as I avoided answering that part of the question, but I did answer her question about the face cream and then we got on another topic. All was good, and within the next hour, everyone began to slowly leave.

We were nearly the last ones to go. To us, the mystery still remains if anyone else knew of my bet I had to pay out as a blowjob. Of course, it only remains between Pete and us or so we hope. As far as my daily-hour-massage-for-a week fantasy being crushed by the Steelers victory that Jimmy bet on, I'm still open for any volunteers out there to give me a massage. Please? I'll do anything for a massage (he-he).

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