Football Game Fun for Wife

Here we are. Another boring football game. My husband, Jim, has had season tickets for years. And for years, our family and I have been going to these games. I personally don't care about the sport, but my husband and boys do. So I try and make the best of it. And by that, I mean drink. A lot.

So after a few seltzers, I couldn't hold it any longer, I had to pee so bad. Ever since I entered my mid forties, I have to pee a lot more often than I used to. And the seltzers don't help.

"I'm going to use the restroom." I said to Jim.

"Now? Why don't you wait till halftime and we'll all go?" Jim said.

"If I wait till halftime it will be super crowded. Remember, the women's room doesn't move as fast as it does for you men. I'll go now and if I'm lucky I'll beat the halftime crowed."

"Okay Dawn, I'll see you back at the seats." Jim said.

I got up and headed to the restrooms. The line for the women's room was long out of the doors, as usual.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" I said.

It's not even halftime yet and the line is already this long. I looked over at the men's room line and it was moving pretty fast. Guys were so lucky in that department. I watched as several guys went in and others came out. I even saw the same guy go in and out before I even moved in line. It was so frustrating and my urge to pee grew stronger.

"Fuck it." I said to myself. I left the line for the women's room and casually strolled into the men's room. Once inside there was a short line that was moving quickly. There were guys lined up behind each other for the urinals and others lined up for the stalls. The stall lines weren't moving as fast as the urinal lines.

It wasn't long before people started noticing me. Most smiled at me and some seemed surprised. I'm sure I'm not the first woman they have seen in a sporting event restroom. It wasn't long before most of the guys noticed I was there. As I waited for a stall to open up, I glanced at the line for the urinals. There was a man peeing but looking back directly at me. He was probably about 25 or so. I could tell by his stance and goofy smirk, that he was probably pretty drunk. After he was done peeing, he turned completely around before putting his penis away. I got a full glimpse of his member as he shoved it slowly back into his pants. I know he did it on purpose, but what could I say? I was in the men's room after all.

After he zipped up, I turned my head even though it was obvious that I saw his penis. I could tell he was walking over to me now. I began to get nervous, but it was a crowded room so I figured I would be okay.

"Like what you saw?" A voice said.

I knew it was him, but I acted surprised as I looked him, like I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Me? Oh I didn't see anything." I said.

"Oh come on, I saw you look right at it. You aren't a very good liar." He said.

At this point I just wanted him to leave me alone so I wouldn't miss a stall opening up so I could pee.

"Sure! It was incredible!" I said, in the most sarcastic way.

I began to get anxious. Not because of the drunken pervert talking to me, but because the line was not moving at all! I was about to pee my pants. I stood legs crossed and tried to hold it in.

"Oh hey honey, I was looking all over for you." A voice behind me said.

I turned around and there was a very large man behind me. He gave me a gentle wink. I knew now that he was saving from the drunken bozo that was talking to me. And when he saw the large man, who he thought was my husband, he quickly left.

"Thanks." I said to the man.

"C'mon." He said as he grabbed my hand. Before I even realized what he was doing, he lead me to the end stall. There was a guy coming out and about 5 or 6 people waiting for it.

"Sorry fellas, ladies first." He said as he opened the door for me. The guy in the front of the line didn't put up too much of a fight given the size of the man. And I didn't really care about being polite at this point because I was just relieved about getting to pee.

As I walked in I turned to close the door but he was still there. He came in with me and closed to door behind us. I didn't have much time to argue. So I pulled my pants down, hovered over the seat and peed the most reliving pee of my life. Halfway though I looked up at the man who was smiling at me. I rolled my eyes and finished peeing.

I reached for some toilet paper and looked up at him again. "Um, excuse me? A little privacy please?" I said.

He reluctantly obliged and turned his head while I wiped and pulled my pants up. I started to leave the stall when he interrupted.

"My turn." He said.

I wasn't sure what he was getting at. I assumed that he meant it was his turn to pee. I guess I could wait a few seconds since he was nice enough to cut the line for me.

"Go ahead, I'll wait." I said.

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot as I waited for him to pee while facing the stall door.

"Well...?" He said.

"Well what?" I replied.

"What do you think?" He said.

I tuned to him. He was facing my direction. I couldn't help but glance down to his crotch. His fly was open and the biggest penis that I have ever seen in real life was hanging out of his pants. Without noticing, my mouth widened as I was in disbelief at the size. I quickly regained my composer.

"What the fuck?!" I said.

"Oh c'mon. What's the big deal? Did you really expect to go into a mensroom at a stadium and not see a dick?" He said.

"Well no, uh I mean yeah I guess, but uh..."

I was tripping over my words. Partly at the shock of the question, and also still mesmerized at the giant dick he had.

The man smiled as I tried to speak normally.

"It's just that I thought you were being a nice guy earlier and now I see that you're just like the other guy." I said.

"Yeah, just a bit bigger though?" He said.

I scoffed. "A lot bigger." I said reluctantly.

He smiled again.

"Well I appreciate you helping me cut the line, but I'm going to go now." I said and started to leave the stall.

"Wait." He said. "Let me at least pee before you go opening the door."

I couldn't believe the situation that I got myself in. He was being rather persistent and I didn't want to piss him off. Who knows what a man that size is capable of.

"Okay. Then I'm leaving."

"Deal." He said.

He slightly turned his body to where I could see his dick and he could still pee in the toilet. I didn't bother turning my head because I knew what he wanted and I just wanted to avoid a problem. I watched him adjust his big penis while he waited to pee.

I glanced up after a few seconds and noticed he was watching me looking at his dick. He was smiling.

"You can hold it if want." He said.

I now had to make a decision. On one hand, I was fairly certain that I could just run out of this stall and free myself from this situation. But on the other hand, I found myself very intrigued by this man's giant penis. I have never seen one this big, let alone touched one this big. Maybe I could just give it a feel. No one would know but me and Paul Bunyan here. He patiently waited my response.

"Then I can go?" I asked.

I tried to make it seem like I felt that I had no choice.

"Sure." He said.

I slowly reached out my hand and took hold of his penis. It wasn't like I imagined. It felt even bigger than it looked, if that was even possible. I firmly yet gently aimed it down to the toilet.

"Okay, it's not as easy as it looks. I hope you have good aim." He said jokingly.

He then started peeing. I could feel a faint vibration in his long, thick shaft. He had a really strong stream that hit the water with force. I tried to hide my smile but I was thoroughly enjoying this. It was like holding a fire hose. As he began to fishing peeing, his stream died down to a trickle and then stopped completely. I don't know why but I was kind of disappointed that it was over.

"Go ahead, give it a shake." He said.

I know about men shaking their penis after peeing, but I never would have guessed I'd be doing it for a perfect stranger in a men's room. But here I am. I began to shake his heavy penis free from any pee. It flopped all around as I did. After I few seconds I stopped shaking. But my grip remained. I glanced up to the man as he looked down at me. His smile began to fade and his eyes turned lustful as he caught my stare. Neither one of us had to say anything to know what each was thinking.

I adjusted my grip. I now held his penis from underneath. I noticed that my hand wouldn't even go all the way around his thick shaft. It was truly massive. I gently squeezed and began to stroke slowly. I started with short strokes. The massive dick began to fill up in my hand. I could feel it getting harder as it began to pulse. I exchanged glances between his face and my hand on his penis. I enjoyed both. He was obviously enjoying himself and I was enjoying watching my hand stroke his enormous penis.

Moments later, he was fully hard. The size was impressive to say the least. He had a very thick erection. The head of his penis was throbbing. I usually don't give blowjobs unless my husband really begs. But for some reason all I could think about was what it would be like to suck a dick this big. But I couldn't do that. I'm married. And my family is only just outside. What on earth was I thinking? Although, I'm sure this guy wouldn't mind. Maybe just for a second. Just to see what it's like.

Before I could talk myself into it or even out of it, it seemed that the stranger already made a decision. He placed his large hand on my shoulder and I could feel him guiding me where he wanted me. I felt so tiny as he manhandled me. He sat me down on the toilet seat. His massive dick was only a few inches from my face. I looked up at the mountain of a man. Although I was now fully committed to sucking his cock, I still wanted him to take control. He placed his hand behind my head and pulled me in. I gave his large, hard cock another look before I slowly opened my mouth for it. He gripped the base and gently painted my lips with the head of his penis. I could tell immediately that I wouldn't be able to take much of it. My mouth stretched around his wide penis head. I managed to extend my tongue under and then around in order to moisten is dick. He slowly pulled out and pushed it back into my mouth, each time it became more wet with my saliva. Finally he reached the back of my throat although he wasn't even halfway in. My eyes began to tear as I accepted all that I could.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I thought to myself, "Of course I'm okay. I'm sucking your amazing cock and it feels incredible." But I didn't say that. I just nodded. For some reason I felt that he was disappointed in me. Or that I wasn't enjoying myself. Which could not have been further from the truth. I just felt inadequate for not being able to give him the blowjob that he deserves. So I took a deep breath and tried again. This time I took his cock deeper. And my mouth began to adjust. I gently caressed his big balls while he rammed his cock into my throat. He became more aggressive as I showed him that I could take it.

The whole time getting my throat fucked by a stranger in this restroom, I could hear random chatter from outside the stall. I tuned most of it out but I couldn't help but notice that it has got substantially louder in the restroom. It must be halftime, hence the made rush for the restrooms. I continued sucking when all of the sudden I heard a familiar voice from outside the stall.

"Did you see that play? Incredible! We're defiantly gonna win this game!" I heard from just outside the stall.

It sounded just like Jim, my husband. Right outside. Only about six feet away from where I was sucking a complete stranger's dick. I panicked. I stopped sucking only to listen for certainty that it was him. I focused on the noise outside while holding the massive penis in my hand.

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

"Shhh". I shushed him.

"What an awesome game!" The voice outside the stall continued to say.

Then I knew for sure. Oh my god. What was I thinking? Then I quickly got over my guilt and a wave of extreme promiscuity overtook me. I was becoming even more turned on. Besides, Jim continues to drag me to these games knowing that I really don't care to go. At least I might as well try to have a little fun of my own. I talked myself out of feeling guilty very quickly.

I returned to the agenda at hand and picked up where I left off with the stranger. A few seconds later I heard Jim speaking again. I could tell by his speech that was pretty drunk, as he usually is by halftime. His voice was closer. Almost as if he was directly outside of the stall now.

While continuing what I was doing I slowly shifted to the side and I managed to glance through the crack in the stall door. There he was. Jim was next in line for the stall that we were in. I moved back to my original position and the crack in the door was blocked again by the giant who's dick I was sucking. Then there was an abrupt knock on the stall door.

"Hey buddy, you almost done? Halftime's almost over." Jim shouted.

For a split second I paused but the stranger and I both ignored him.

"Don't bother man, that guy has been in there for a while. Just get in a different line." Someone said to Jim.

But Jim must not have liked that option.

"No way dude. I just waited like 10 minutes in this line." Jim said.

Everyone else that was in line for this stall must have just got out of line because of the wait. But Jim was stubborn. He knocked on the door again. Harder this time. I could see it was a distraction to my new friend. He looked down at me and held his finger up. Then he turned around. He was so tall that he could just see over the door.

"Listen mother fucker, go piss somewhere else before I come out there and beat your ass." He said to Jim. I couldn't help but giggle. I loved how he talked to my husband. He deserved it. It turned me on even more.

I watched through the crack in the door as Jim surrendered with both hands in the air. He was a prick, but he wasn't stupid. He knew better than to mess with a guy that size.

The stranger grabbed my head and pulled me back to his massive dick. I continued sucking with even more emotion now. I was becoming extremely wet in my panties. He forced my head deep on his cock until I felt him slow down. I knew what that meant. Then he held my head on his cock while it erupted in my mouth, deep down my throat. My eyes were watering as I gagged on his cock and cum. He pulled his softening dick out of my throat and smiled. I was trying to catch my breath. He seemed proud of himself. I didn't know what to say. He fastened his pants up and kind of shrugged at me. Then without saying a word, he turned and left the stall.

A few guys in the other lines made a dash for the open stall. When the first guy saw me, it was apparent what I was doing in there. So I just held my chin up and walked out like nothing. A few men stared at me as I freshened up at the sink. After I got myself together I made my way back to the seats. Jim was already back.

"Did I miss anything?" I asked.

Jim shook his head no and continued to focused on the game.