Ann: The Married Years Ch. 26

Beth approved, saying, "I don't mind. I think we're good." The others were quick to nod in agreement.

Breaking the huddle, Carol nodded. "Okay, Martina. We'll approve. That means there's going to be somebody besides you that's happy every time Dallas scores."

Phil laughed and said, "Well there you go. I never thought I'd live to say it, but you just found the only compelling reason I could ever actually root for the Cowboys."

Neil slapped him on the back and said, "There's a first time for everything, Phil. Let's hope if we're going to go to all the trouble to root for them, we actually get something out of it! Let the blowout begin!"

With things settled, the group focused on the television, waiting through an endless series of commercials for the fun to begin.

The game got off to a rather inauspicious start, which was odd for a bunch of people that wouldn't normally root for the team with the stars on their helmets. Dallas kicked off, and Buffalo took over at their own twenty on the touchback. The Bills got one quick first down, but had to punt three plays later. Yet the Cowboys did no better, gaining just a yard on their first three plays before they had to punt.

That's when things quickly changed. Buffalo blocked the kick, and took over deep in Dallas territory. And then they got another break, fumbling on third down, but getting to keep possession because of a defensive holding penalty. Taking advantage of the two uncharacteristic mistakes by Dallas, they scored a touchdown two plays later.

"Great, all these new rules, and now the Bills start catching breaks. It'll be just our luck that they'll finally figure out how to play in a Super Bowl," Barry complained.

"It's early, man," Alphonso said with a chuckle. "That won't be their last turnover, I guarantee it. Look... even Martina's not upset yet."

He was right. Martina was as calm as could be as the Bills lined up for the extra point. She said nothing when the Cowboys next drive stalled on the ensuing possession, and they had to punt again. She even remained positive when her team got a penalty for hitting the quarterback late, giving Buffalo an automatic first down.

"We're going to make a play," she said confidently, only to see the Bills complete a long pass. But she and her husband were right. There was another turnover on the horizon, as the Cowboys got the ball back when they intercepted the next pass. Three minutes later, Dallas scored their first touchdown of the game.

It's always incredible how circumstances can change, making people react differently to given situations. It happens a lot in times of crisis, where those who normally don't see eye to eye come together for a common cause. There are countless examples in history of adversaries setting aside their personal differences, working together for the good of everyone. But it's seldom that it happens in something as trivial and unique as cheering for the same team, even if it's not who you would normally be pulling for.

Yet there they were, a room full of Redskin fans openly cheering a Dallas touchdown. Not because they were necessarily happy for those who had an allegiance to an organization they found as arrogant; after all, it was a franchise that had the audacity to anoint themselves as 'America's Team.' Instead, they were celebrating the annual appearance of the Super Bowl sluts.

The five women quickly appeared at the bar, along with their new pledge, Yvonne. Alphonso once again took on the role of dutiful barkeep, pouring six shots of Jack Daniels. They quickly downed them before lining up in front of the huge television. And then, they stripped. Three of the girls had learned from Ann the year before, wearing a half bra that showed off their tits as soon as they shed their tops. Ann did as well, smiling as she watched Yvonne slowly unbutton her blouse to reveal a white, lacy brassiere underneath.

"Great... I'm overdressed," she smiled, knowing she was going to be.

"That's okay... it's going to take me a while," Martina said as she shed her white vest. "But I have faith in my boys that I'll be naked soon enough before the night is over. Now... who had 7 and 7?"

She was referencing the squares board, which frankly almost everyone forgot about, since there was still a minute and a half left to go in the quarter.

"I do," AJ said, standing next to his wife Claire.

Martina sauntered over, dropping to her knees in front of him. But before she could reach for his zipper, Claire was doing that for her, fishing out his hardening cock. "There you go honey... enjoy your blowjob," she cooed.

His head tilted back as Martina took his length in her mouth, sucking him fast. It turned out that it wasn't fast enough. As the game came back from commercial after the kickoff, Buffalo's quarterback was sacked and fumbled at his own two-yard line. Dallas picked the ball out of the air and scored; just fifteen seconds running off the clock from the last touchdown.

"Oh my God!" Martina yelled as she stroked AJ's shaft. "We scored again?"

"Yep," Claire laughed. "Looks like you've got a line backing up.

"Who's got 4 and 7?"

"They haven't kicked the extra point yet."

"We aren't going to miss an extra-fucking-point. Who has it?"

"I do," Ben grinned as he moved next to her, thrusting his pelvis forward.

"Hold on guys... I have to do a shot first, and then I'll suck you both off at the same time,' she giggled.

The girls drank another small glass of Jack Daniels, all of them removing whatever was covering their lower half. Ann drew catcalls when everyone saw that all she was wearing below was an elastic thong. There was no material in the front, just three strips of black elastic that formed a perfect triangle over her mound. The strip of elastic that ran between her legs was pulled tight, disappearing between her pussy lips.

"DAMMIT!" Carol laughed. "She went and did it again!"

"Sorry," Ann shrugged, knowing she was a step ahead of the other sluts just like she had been the previous year.

Yvonne decided to remove her bra, the first one to actually be completely topless, although the rest of the women's tits were visible with the style of bra they'd chosen. The move drew most of the eyes in the room to her, her large, dark areolas and nipples standing out against her light brown skin.

"God you look hot!" Beth hissed.

"I'll say... I could suck those nipples all day," Olivia winked.

"I might just let you," she teased back, picking up her tray to serve more beer throughout the room.

Martina was the exception among the sluts, only removing her belt, wanting to keep the illusion of being a cheerleader alive as long as possible. She fell back to her knees in front of the two waiting men, taking each of their hard shafts in her hands. She started alternating between them, taking one in her mouth while she stroked the other, and then switching.

A few minutes later, the quarter ended with the same score while she was still giving her first blowjobs of the night. And that led Barry to announce, "Ben wins the pot for the first quarter. And I guess Olivia wins his turn from the sluts. And since she is a slut, that means... what does that mean again?"

Seeing his confused face, Ann rescued him. "It means Olivia gets eaten by our new pledge."

Yvonne almost dropped her tray of empty bottles when she heard that. She was in the kitchen, and Olivia was across the room, crooking her finger, beckoning her to come to her.

Pulling out the familiar rocking chair they used the year before, she sat down, spreading her legs, pulling her thong to the side. "Here, Yvonne," she sang like she was calling for a cat. "It's time to earn your way into our club."

"Oh fuck... I hope I can do this," she said, her voice cracking as the nerves hit her. She got on her knees, moving slowly, eyeing Olivia as she played with her wet slit.

Growing impatient, she took Yvonne by the hair, pulling her head into her crotch, mashing her pussy against her chin. "Start eating slut! The way the games going to start again, we're going to be busy tonight!"

Yvonne did a marvelous job for her first time pleasing a woman with her mouth... or any other way, for that matter. Olivia came hard, her legs jutting straight out as she rocked back in the chair. She flooded the pledge's mouth to applause.

"Great job," she panted, patting her on the head.

"Thanks... maybe later you can go ahead and suck my nipples like you wanted," she grinned, her chin soaked.

She went to wipe her face, but Carol stopped her. "Don't do that, pledge!" We're proud of what we do, and we like to show it off. Just look at Martina."

Yvonne stood, looking over her shoulder to see Martina standing between her first two customers; two loads of cum dripping all over her thick, dark hair, a few streaks clinging to her cheeks and chin. "Holy shit! What did I miss?" she laughed.

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After that rather quick burst of action though, things actually calmed down. Buffalo fumbled the ensuing kickoff before the end of the quarter, but recovered it. They then used their quick strike offense to fly down the field, finding themselves with first and goal minutes into the second period. They started at the four, and got it down to the one-yard line on their first play. But they couldn't punch it into the end zone. Taking a risky chance, they went for it on fourth, but threw another interception.

Dallas was able to move the ball to midfield before having to punt, but they pinned the Bills deep into their own territory. And then the game changed. Buffalo's quarterback got sacked.

"Look! Kelly's hurt," Walt said as the player lay on the turf.

"Reich's warming up pretty quick," Barry commented. "If he's out..."

"Buffalo might have a better chance. Did you see what Reich did just a couple of weeks ago?" Phil reminded everyone.

It was true. Just a few weeks before in the first round of the playoffs, Buffalo's starter tweaked his knee and had to come out of the game. It might have been with some relief, as he'd been hit repeatedly by the Houston Oiler defense, and the Bills were losing by 32 points in the middle of the second quarter. Reich, the backup, only came in and led the Bills to the biggest comeback win in playoff history.

"They may both be from Texas, but this isn't the Oilers defense," Neil commented. "I don't see that happening again."

However, the backup came into the game feeding off that recent success, completing two quick passes and driving the team down the field. Once again, they came close, getting all the way down to the three-yard line. But this time they smartly settled on the field goal with just three and a half minutes left to go in the first half.

Buffalo's reputation was that of a quick strike team; their hurry-up, no-huddle offense designed to keep the opposing defense on their heels, putting pressure on them. But Dallas actually proved to be the more explosive team. Getting possession on their own 28-yard line, they used just five plays, scoring a touchdown in a minute and a half.

The girls drank their shots, and then they all peeled off their panties. Well, all except Yvonne, who had to remove the stylish belt she was wearing with her black slacks. Ann's appearance didn't change much either, but her new look landing strip certainly got a lot of attention.

That attention was short lived when Isaac stepped forward while Martina was untying her blue top, her large breasts swinging free in the open. She kept it on as she unzipped his fly, fishing out his erection. She began licking her lips as she took a quick glance at the screen to see how much time was left in the half.

"Looks like you're going to win two hundred dollars," she grinned as she licked around the head. "And your wife is going to collect a prize too."

Instead, Martina found herself backed up again. The Bills fumbled on the first play, and the Cowboys scored on the next. Seven seconds ticked off the clock, and the game began to look like the route everyone in the room had expected.

Suzanne squealed, stepping up toward Martina like a giddy teenager. "I'm next!" she said excitedly. "Thank God I wore a skirt!"

Martina reached underneath as she sucked Isaac's cock, feeling her next customer's wet mound through her panties. "Let me finish him and I'll give you my undivided attention."

She continued her work while the rest of the sluts were now naked, each having downed their fourth shot of whiskey. Ann was grinning, a warm buzz flowing through her as she stood next to her husband, letting him cup her left breast.

"So, who's up first?" he asked.

"Up first for what?"

"Well, if the quarter ends like this, one of you has to suck off Brian."

"Carol's up first. We're going with the same order as last year, so I'm up after her if I get the chance."

"If?"

"Well, yeah. If one of us wins like Olivia did earlier, Yvonne's going to be cutting in line."

"You sound like you'd be disappointed."

"I would be. What's the point of being a slut if I don't get to show it," she said as she kissed his cheek.

The half ended with Dallas up 28-10, which meant that Brian was indeed getting to stand in for his wife. She didn't care, as she was sitting in the rocking chair watching as Isaac shot his load all over Martina's chest.

Martina left his cock dangling in front of him, getting up to go to the bar. She drank the shot that was waiting for her, and then moved back to the center of the room, stripping off her tight white shorts. It took her a bit to get them over her boots, but she finally did. Getting back on her knees, she crawled over to the patient Suzanne, who was already spreading her thighs in anticipation.

It startled Brian when he felt a hand on his crotch. He was focused on his wife, and how Martina was delicately removing her panties so she wouldn't have to work around them with her mouth.

"So, we meet again," Carol smiled.

"Huh?"

"You're wife one the half. And since she's otherwise occupied, that means you win too."

"Oh... yeah," he nodded, his grin widening.

"I know I was the one that sucked you last year, but... it's my turn. You don't mind if I'm the one that does it again, do you?"

She really wasn't waiting for an answer, already moving to stand in front of him before slowly squatting. Her fingers were tugging at his zipper when he moaned, "No... I'd love that.

"Good. And since I swallowed you last year, this time I'm going to let you cum on my face."

The guests looked on as the husband and wife each received the oral attentions of two of the sluts. And it wasn't lost on most of them how incredible it was that they ended up cumming at the same time.

"I bet they don't do that at home that often," Ann whispered to Neil as she stood in front of him, her hand slowly massaging his hard cock through his jeans.

He was cupping both of her breasts now, flicking his thumbs over her nipples as she leaned her back into his chest. "I'm sure you're right. We rarely do it."

"Mmm... but it sure is fun trying, baby."

With the action in the living room paused for the time being, the party took a collective breath. The halftime festivities on the television had yet to conclude, and frankly they were too boring to watch. Carol noticed the lull, and looked for a way to raise the excitement again. Seeing Martina pass by on the way to the kitchen, she saw the cum dripping from her body. Then she looked at the floor, Brian's big load falling from her own face onto the hardwood surface.

"Yvonne! Clean up on aisle five!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The room was still buzzing as they watched the pledge move around the room. With the last Dallas score before the end of the half, she was able to remove her slacks, leaving her clad in just a pair of sexy white lace panties and her black heels. She was crawling about, searching, her heavy tits swaying as she traveled. And every time she found a drop of cum that had fallen to the floor, she leaned forward to lick it up.

Walt was mesmerized as he watched his wife. Alphonso patted him on the back. "That is one nice slut you have there," he kidded.

But Walt didn't see it as funny. He was looking at it through an entirely different prism. "God, Al... I don't think I've ever loved her more than I do right now."

"I know exactly what you mean," he said as Martina walked past them, ready for the second half. She'd put the belt back on, and the vest. Along with her boots, that was all she was wearing, and it didn't cover anything. But it looked sexy as hell.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The second half took a while to get going, at least as far as the party guests were concerned. Dallas got the ball first, and they went on a long, time consuming drive; the kind that can suck the life out of a team desperate to get back in the game, like Buffalo was. It took over eight minutes; the offense methodically moving the ball down the field. But much like a couple of their opponents drives during the first half they couldn't find a way into the end zone. They instead had to settle for an easy field goal from the two-yard line on their eleventh play for a 31-10 lead.

But it was three points, and that had the sluts drinking another shot of Jack. It also made Yvonne the only one to walk in front of the crowded room to strip. She slowly peeled down her panties, tossing them to her husband. She resisted the urge to flash her wet pussy, knowing she'd be showing it off before things were all said and done. Instead she basked in the reaction she received.

The other event triggered by the field goal was that it made the winning square the same as it was when the score was 21-10. "Holy shit," Isaac said as Martina dropped to her knees in front of him again.

Patting his crotch, she looked up, her eyes hopeful as she said, "Please tell me your balls have worked up another load for me."

"Oh, yeah," he grinned as she removed his hardening cock once more.

His wife Mia tapped him on the shoulder, her eyebrows narrowing as she gave him a steely stare. "You just better make sure they work up a load for me later tonight, or you're going to be in deep, mister."

He did a double take, before handing her his half-empty beer bottle. "I think I better stop drinking, then," he said wisely.

She took a swig from it and nodded. "Good idea. Otherwise, you're going to end up with a very sore tongue and jaw in the morning," she half-threatened, those around her that could hear cracking up with laughter.

Dallas didn't score again that quarter, which allowed Martina to take her time. And Isaac needed it, having cum not that long before. But the Cowboys did give up another touchdown, bringing the Bills within two scores going into the fourth quarter. With the score now 31-17, Alphonso stepped up to collect his three-hundred-dollar prize from Barry. Turning, he stood in front of the television, his huge frame blocking everyone's view. Not that it mattered with the commercial on.

"So," he bellowed in his deep voice. "Which Super Bowl slut gets to suck my cock?"

Ann looked over her shoulder, smiling at her husband. "I'm up, baby."

"Have fun Anna," he said as he tweaked her nipples one last time. Patting her on the ass, he offered her encouragement. "Make me proud, babe."

She smirked as she let go of the cock she'd been playing with through his denim jeans. "You know me, Neil. I always give my best."

She walked confidently toward Alphonso, his cockiness suddenly gone as he saw the purpose in her stride. Her nostrils were already flaring when she loudly announced, "It's been a long time since I've sucked a black cock, Al."

There was a reaction to her comment, to which she simply shrugged. "I lived in California for ten years, folks... dated a black guy before; a couple, actually. What's the big deal?" Her eyes remained focused on Alphonso. "Besides, it's not the color, or the size, or anything else. It's who it belongs to and what they can do with it. Isn't that right, Al?"