Daph Goes Tailgating

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My wife gets a BBC gangbang at the football game.
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fatdaddio
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My wife and I are huge Pittsburgh Steelers fans, even though we live in southern Alabama. We even belong to a Steelers fan club in our town. We get anywhere from 50 to 150 people attend the club events on game day. Everybody gets dressed up in their jerseys and hats and parties hard. The club has good prices on beer and food and it's a huge party. One of my longtime friends lives near Pittsburgh and has season tickets, so Daph and I fly up for a home game each season. Daph is short for Daphne, by the way.

We also go to an away game every other season and this year, we're headed to the away game at New Orleans. Daph does all the planning and I just go with the flow. We'll make it a 3-day weekend and party as we usually do. Friday and Saturday in NOLA was off the hook. We ended up meeting some other couples and took part in a huge orgy. Oh, I probably forgot to mention that Daph and I have a very open and wild sex life.

Sometimes we swing and swap while other times we find a 3rd. We're into exhibitionism and whatever Daph feels like doing on a given day. The last several years, she's added black cock to her repertoire. She loves black men and they love her so, it's an added bonus to an already great and diverse sex life. After 2 days and nights of hardcore partying, we slept in a bit on Sunday morning. It's game day, but I still don't have any idea what Daph has planned. Of course, I was ready in about 20 minutes while Daph took over an hour. When the bathroom door finally opened, she strutted herself out and showed off her ensemble for the day and let me tell you, it made my heart flutter.

"You like?"

Her outfit. Holy shit. She's wearing a black mesh type football practice jersey that is completely see through. It's a half shirt and it only comes down to part way between her boobs and belly button. It has the #43 and Polamalu name on the back. It's the style that college teams use for practice days. Underneath, she donned a yellow sports bra, with Steelers logos all over it. The bra was a deep V style and has simulated black laces as if you could close the V portion.

Her ass is poured into a pair of low rise white spandex leggings that are creeping up her slit making a nice plump camel toe. She strategically chose a pair of black thong panties with the obvious intention of knowing full well, that people can see the Steelers logo on the front, right through the white material of her painted-on pants.

She's also got a big mesh trucker Steelers hat cocked off to the side with a massive pony tail sticking out the back, huge yellow nerdy glasses and tons of Steelers jewelry on her fingers, ears and belly button. There is a ton skin showing as the open mesh weave of the shirt makes it almost transparent. She sprinkled herself in black and gold glitter and is wearing eye black on her upper cheeks like the players do. Her white high-top converse chucks cap off the ensemble. She looks like a 51-year-old version of what the teenyboppers will be looking like today.

Daph is 5'10" tall and weighs about 145. Her 36-C's are a bit saggy after having 2 kids, but with certain outfits, she can still go braless. Her generous 36-27-36 curves are sexy, and she possesses the wrinkles, lines and creases you expect from a 51-year-old mother of 2. Her hair is platinum blonde, so you really can't see the few greys that she sees.

Daph has a sexy Queen of Spades tramp stamp and those little paw print tattoos that go up the side of her waist. Her piercings include her nipples, navel, clit and her cut little back dimples. She really wants to get her tongue pierced, but that's sorta hard to justify. How many moms do you know have their tongue pierced without everybody knowing full well why you she has it? So, back to her outfit. You goddamned right I like it, but the words just ain't coming out.

"Ummmm...ummmmmmm...uhhhhhh..."

My cock was instantly hard, and she looked down at my crotch to see the bulge my shorts.

"Good, that's what I was hoping for. I'll take that as a yes then. Let's go eat, I'm hungry."

Over breakfast, she wasn't exactly forthcoming with her plan, she pretty much made me drag it out of her. I realized that she never said anything about the location of our seats.

"Do we even have tickets dear?"

"Not game tickets, but you have the golden ticket to the action."

"Um...ok I guess. Whatever that means."

I said in a very sarcastic way.

"Just so happens that "I" am your golden ticket."

I had no idea what she's getting at and sure as hell wasn't gonna give her the satisfaction of playing her game, so I just kept eating as if I wasn't interested and tried really hard not to smile.

"Sure, ok, that's cool."

Finally, the excitement of her plans got the best of her and she huffed before caving in, telling me everything.

"Well I figured we would do some tailgating."

"Sure, but who do we know down here."

"We don't, but when has that ever stopped us. And as I said, I'm your golden ticket. This outfit will get us invited to pretty much any party in the parking lot. How about you and I go out and see what kind of mischief and debauchery we can drum up?"

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I knew the meaning of her intent. She's gonna go trolling, looking to get fucked. She just wanted to have some uninhibited fun along the way. I reached across the table and we knuckle bumped. Just for kicks, I responded with the least amount of excitement possible.

"Count me in. I didn't have anything better to do anyhow."

I just kept eating. I didn't want her to think she could control me even though she does every day of our lives already. No doubt that if she told me to stick a grenade up my ass, I would do it. But sometimes I like to pretend that I still have a say in what we do. Ain't giving her the satisfaction. She got up and punched me in the shoulder.

We walked down the street and hopped on the local transit bus to the stadium. It was sunny and low 80's and we both had our sunglasses on. I got aroused by how much attention she got while on the bus. It was standing room only when we first got on and she knew all eyes were on her, including several girls who were in awe of my sexy wife. She even did some strategic twisting and bending as if she were scrutinizing her own appearance. But she was doing it for the sake of the people watching her. Some just stared blatantly without even trying to hide it. Didn't bother her, just gave her more self-confidence.

Her showing off had an effect on me as well and I had to concentrate in order to avoid getting an erection. Once the bus dropped us off, she stood in front of me and stretched her long lean body out. There was a shit ton of sexy skin exposed all over her whole body. I quickly realized that my main hurdle was going to be trying to walk while sporting an erection all day. Fortunately, I wore loose fitting shorts and no drawers underneath, so there was plenty of room for... ...expansion.

She was a woman on a mission and took off in search of her prey. The view from the back was absolutely stunning. She's not a Barbie doll in any way, but a very sexy cougar who has aged very well. She will definitely get noticed today. As we strolled through the parking lot in search of a good party, she got a few cat calls. The vertical seam of her spandex had created a nice plump camel toe as well as separating her ample ass cheeks. One of whistles was from some punk kid who thought that he could just thrust himself on a woman and she would swoon all over him.

"Hey, yo, mama. How bout you come on over here and me and my bros will show you a good time?"

She stopped and walked right up to him and stopped, less than an arm's length away. She was a good 2" taller than him and she looked down and smiled. She stood there, feet spread, with fists on her hips and let him have it. Daph is quick witted and quick with the tongue. Literally and metaphorically both.

"Seriously? Just like that, you think I'm gonna throw my legs up in the air for a punk like you? I think I might be afraid of your diaper getting in the way. Shouldn't you be home suckin on your mommy's tit right now little boy?"

The kid was blown away as his buddies ragged on his major fail. I'm sure he's had a few desperate girls that took his offer and I'm sure tons that just walked away. But I would guess he never had a woman old enough to be his mom who actually gave him a reply and put him in his place. His buddies laughed while he was very embarrassed and tried to blow it off.

"I ain't serious dudes. Dat old lady prolly all wrinkled and shit and ain't had no cock in years. Dat's what I say."

His bros ate him up and Daph gave him a little pinch on the cheeks before turning away. Upon hearing his buddies razz him, she turned and gave them a thumbs up and laughed and carried on. Daph spun on her heals in success and off we continued. We held hands as we soldiered on with our search. We stopped at the 1st big group of Steelers fans we saw. There were about 20 of them having a huge cookout. When they heard that we had no specific plans, they quickly welcomed us to join, which we did. We had a blast, eating and drinking for a good hour or so before the game and through part of the 1st quarter.

Daph grew a bit bored as she was looking for something a bit more intense. So, we thanked them, gave them some money as a courtesy and took off in search of more exciting endeavors. It didn't take her long to find another group to party with. We happened upon a huge RV with a group of black guys and a couple young white girls all in Saints attire. They had a big screen tv mounted to the side of the RV, broadcasting the game under the awning.

We stopped for a moment and watched a couple plays from just outside their space. Pittsburgh had 2 good offensive plays and Daph cheered. The group turned around in surprise of her cheering and laughed playfully with some boo's and thumbs down gestures. A huge black guy stepped next to Daph, with his arms crossed as if her were in bouncer mode. He gave her a little nudge with his elbow. Despite her being tall herself, she still had to look up to see him, he was a giant. He gave us the 'what's up' nod and stood eyeing her up, wandering why a Steelers chick is trespassing in Saints territory. She led the dialogue with a huge sexy but innocent smile looking up.

"What's up big shorty?" She asked.

He looked at his buddies and winked as if to say, 'hey guys, watch this'.

"Sorry folks, Steeler's fans have to pay 20 bucks to watch the game from here. See now, if you were a Saints fan, then we could let you watch for free. But Steeler's fan, well...you know how it is."

He shrugged his shoulders as if to apologize and tried to say this with a straight face, but here was a hint of a smile which showed some playful banter. Of course my quick-witted wife, is never one to back down from a challenge or a bet or a wager. And to her, this was the beginning of a battle. With her best game face

"Seriously big shorty? How about a little respect for the ring?"

Her intention is to draw some response for Pittsburgh's multiple super bowl rings.

"Or should I say... SIX rings. This year is the 'stairway to seven'."

He looked down in mock defeat and kicked an imaginary rock.

"Aw lady, have a heart. You know we can't beat that. But... Are you really gonna go back to the...OLD DAYS?"

He drew out the word old, totally giving to us that most of our super bowl victories were quite some time ago. He said this with a wiggle of the eyebrows and a big shit eatin grin. That was a funny little jibe to the fact that our last super bowl has been a while ago and that we are a little on the older side. We're both in our 50's while these guys are all probably 18-22 or so. Daph thought about it for a minute and decided to go for it. It didn't matter what the wager is, we're getting ready to be part of the party whether she wins or loses.

The flirtatious way they spoke with each other, confirmed their physical attraction towards one another, so I can immediately see that Daph is interested and her banter will win her a spot in their gathering. No doubt, the kid is hot for her and there's no way he's gonna let her leave, no matter what.

"Alrighty then big shorty. How about a little bet?"

"Like what miss?"

"Pittsburgh has 3rd and 18. If they get the 1st down on this next play, we stay and watch for free and if they don't, then we have to pay."

By this point, a couple of his crew became focused on their verbal sparring. He suddenly became aware of this and they knew too, that one way or the other, Daph was gonna stay and play. They were wide eyed in anticipation of seeing how this plays out, and possibly knowing that there is going to be more banter and action. They were egging him on from the background to take her up on it. They wanted to see their buddy win, but they also wanted Daph to join their party. She pulled out a 20-dollar bill and waved it in front of his face in mock insult.

"Sooooo, what's it gonna be tough guy? Ain't scared of a little old lady, are you?"

He pretended to be thinking really hard.

"Alright then babe, that's a bet."

They barely finished shaking on it and the Steeler's hit a 27 yard pass for a huge 1st down. Daph cheered and waved her money around and made a sexy show of stuffing the money down in her bra. The crew gave a cheer and the big dude smiled and offered his hand in the name of a humble loss. She shook a bit too long for just meeting, as she introduced herself.

"I'm Daph"

She threw her thumb my way and introduced me too.

"And he's Grumpy"

The big guy doubled over in a genuine belly laugh.

"Oh man, that's awesome. Is that your name or your current mood?"

I just shrugged and gave him an uncommitted smile.

"Yes".

Again, he bent over laughing as if it was the funniest joke in the world.

"Well, I'm Titus and this is my crew. Glad to have you with us today."

There were 5 guys total, all of whom were black and 2 young girls that couldn't have been more than 18 and were white. The girls didn't look like they're part of his regular crew, but more like today's arm candy. They're obviously the kinda girls who love the attention they get from black dudes and flaunt it to the white guys. And up till now, they were the center of attention. Coincidentally, they were dolled up similar to Daph, but in Saints garb.

The one girl had her arms crossed, obviously not happy that a hot white MILF has just invaded their territory. But Daph is gonna beat out both, because she's an experienced tigress and will always get the attention she deserves and commands. My sexy wife is soon going to be the center of attention. Other than shaking hands through the introductions, I kept my mouth shut. This is Daph's show and she'll let me know when my part comes.

It didn't bother Titus at all that she just introduced me as her husband. He put his arm around her waist and walked her under the awning towards the party. I was behind them as he escorted her and couldn't help but become seriously turned on by the contrast of his dark-skinned fingers against her skin.

"So, how much do...STEELER'S fans... have to pay to get a beer around here?"

She did the air quotes when she said 'Steelers'. Titus knew that another wager was in affect and he made the most of it. He raised the eyebrows and thought about it. He was making up the rules as he played. He tried to sound very official, but the goofy smirk on his face was hard to miss.

"STEELER'S fans have to pay 2 bucks a beer. But again, if you folks were Saints fans then they would be free."

Daph made an obvious show of thinking about it for moment, even scratching her chin in mock thought.

"Alrighty then. If big Ben passes to AB this time, then we drink for free. If not, then 2 bucks a beer it is."

Again, Titus couldn't help but notice his crew was hanging on every word. They couldn't keep their eyes off my wife as she intentionally posed in various sexy positions during the dialogue. They shook again, with her small hand being swallowed up by his huge black mitt.

"You got it babe. You might wanna get that 20 back out."

No sooner they shook hands, when big Ben hit AB for another big gain. Titus's crew went nuts. Again, not so much for blasting their buddy who was losing, but for the fact that Daph was quickly becoming their new gal pal.

"Damn babe, do you have ESP or something?"

"Nope, just a gal that loves football, that's all."

This guy has no idea who he's dealing with. Daph is a lifelong Steeler fan and a walking statistician. She can spout facts and stats from every player from the last 25 years. I learned very early on, that if she predicts a specific play or the outcome of a play, it will most likely occur. She is good at figuring things out quickly and I know better than to bet against her. If she is betting on something, it's only because she knows she'll win. This could get interesting.

He smiled and showed us to the cooler full of iced down beers. He pulled out 2, popped the tops and presented us with our prizes. Daph played it up in a big way by pulling down on his shoulder which caused him to bend over. Daph stood on her tippy toes and planted a big old smoochy kiss on his check and I swear he blushed as his crew cheered. Despite the fact that she is 5'-10", standing next to him dwarfed her. Titus is a full 6'-6" and goes about 280 with a solid build. Not overly muscular, but not fat. His head is completely bald and he's actually quite handsome.

"Thank you big shorty. You are a very gracious host and humble opponent."

He played along too in mock embarrassment. He shrugged the shoulders, looked down at the ground and kicked the imaginary pebble again.

"Aw shucks ma'am. My momma always told me to be nice to my elders."

Still looking down, he peeked out of the corner of his eye with a wicked smile on his face. The kid had a great sense of humor and plays his hands well. He knows Daph would react and she was more than happy to play along. She gave him a punch in the arm and a mock mean face.

"Elders? Listen here shrimp, I'm not THAT old. I bet I'm not even old enough to be your mom. How old are you son?"

He stood tall, ready for more of the fun verbal exchange and stuck out his chest, pulled his shoulders back, put his fists on his hips, showing major pride in his monstrous physique. Just like a 6-year-old might do when they want to show you that they are a 'big boy'.

"I'm 21 ma'am. And exactly how old are YOU?"

Another playful punch was given and a shame face put on.

"Mind your manners young man. Your momma shoulda told you to never ask a woman her age. Let's just say that maybe...just maybe...I might be old enough to be...your mom. And that's a BIG maybe."

The crew cheered a little more as Daph feigned embarrassment and looked down for the invisible pebble herself. I could see her grinning as she was having the time of her life. This was foreplay, whether the kid knew it or not. Daph was good at this and I love watching her play the game. Titus did a great job of being quick witted himself.

"That's actually a good thing babe, because that makes you a MILF and we love MILF's, don't we guys?"

That drew the biggest cheer yet from Titus's crew so far. Daph played her way into their turf, with the pure intent of fucking some black cocks. They just think that they're hanging with a hot white MILF and that makes them king shit. They have no idea that Daph and I are seasoned pros when it comes to this kind of stuff. Titus and Daph both grinned and high fived each other. The skin cast was intoxicatingly hot, and my cock began to stir. They both held the contact longer than needed, which again, showed that the chemistry was mutual.

Titus looked like a defensive lineman and was stuffed into a pair of loose basketball shorts and a Saints tank top that barely covered his solid upper body. He was big, he was black, and he was exactly what Daph is looking for. 2 of his buddies were of the same generic build, but somewhat shorter and lighter weight. There's no doubt she'd be willing to tackle any of them in bed.

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