Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

    Like many guys in the USA over the weekend, my husband had a party to watch the Super Bowl. Being the good wife I am, I agreed to play hostess and serve food and drinks to his guest. The night started out with our ritual. I showered, making myself cum on the 9in dildo that is kept there as my husband got my outfit ready. With my naked husband kneeling next to me with his little dick lock in his cage, I did my makeup in the usual pinks, applied fake lashes and pulled my hair back in a high tight ponytail. We then moved to him dressing me in a sexy and slightly too small pink with white cheerleader costume. The naughty outfit consisted of a pleated mini skirt that barely covered my ass, a tiny crop top with a cross-cut out that struggled to contain my massive fake tits, a pair of 6in heeled sneakers, some knee-high white and pink socks and a micro white thong. Next we moved to the final step, his conditioning ritual. I unlocked his cage and slowly stroked him hard before making him take over himself and started my well practiced phrases 

“Do you like watching me do my makeup like a sexy whore?... Do you like it when I dress like a sexy whore ?… Do you like helping me dress like a sexy whore?... Do you like having a sexy whore wife?… Do you like dressing me in sexy whore outfits?... Does having a sexy whore wife make you horny?…”. With a change in inflection, I switched to “You like when I’m a sexy whore … You like when I dress like a sexy whore… You like dressing me in sexy whore outfits… You like having a sexy whore Hotwife…  Having a sexy…whore… Hotwife makes you horny…having a sexy whore… Hotwife makes you want to cum…  You want me to feel like a sexy whore by making you cum… You want to cum for your whore Hotwife…” With him now close “You like when other men look at your sexy whore wife?... You like that other men find your whore wife sexy?... You like knowing other men want your sexy whore HOTwife?” He was on his absolute edge when I added, “You like that other men want to FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife… You like knowing other men would FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife...CUM for YOUR sexy whore Hotwife…CUM NOW FOR YOUR SEXY WHORE HOTWIFE!…”

As always, nearly on command he shot a load of cum to the floor. “Hurry cleaning up your mess and get dressed otherwise I'll have to find ways to entertain the guys without you…again” With that I left my husband to finish preparing for the party. 

    Most of the guests, a mix of my husband’s old football teammates, friends, co-workers arrived about an hour before game time. A few had wives or girlfriends, but the men outnumbered the women 30 to 6. All the men were clearly enjoying my outfit, even if the woman didn't seem to. This just made it more fun for me when I would serve drinks, bending at the waist to give views either up the short skirt or down the opening in the tiny top. From the start several of the guys either grabbed or slapped my ass while I was playing hostess and by the time the halftime started I had already taken 4 cocks at 3 different times upstairs. The 1st was strong quickly in a bathroom. A former college teammate bent me over the sink slamming into my pussy as I watched myself in the mirror, his hands gripping my tits. 

The 2nd was at the kitchen counter as I cleaned up the initial round of snacks and prepared more. A work friend of his that had me suck his cock while more than a few guest passed by before sitting me on the edge of the counter to fuck my pussy and push up my top to suck tits before cumming on them. The 3rd time I took slightly too long fucking a pair of cocks in my bedroom, that my husband knows from mutual friends. I led them upstairs to the bedroom while the guest started to expand out of the basement bar for a bit. They used my throat and pussy slower than expected both taking a turn in each with me on all fours and on my back. Cumming in my pussy and on my lips/face ruined my makeup and fake lashes. I had to clean up a bit more and reapply both after them and hurry back where my absence was noticed but played off easy enough.  All four men were what you would expect from me, tall well-built black men with very impressive cocks. After each I would fix myself up and bring a fresh tray of food and drinks like nothing happened. The larger than expected turn out made it easy for the guys and me to step away unnoticed, but the last round pushed what I could get away with.

    From halftime on I continued to serve drinks bouncing around in my little cheerleader outfit. I would often sit on my husband’s lap or run my hand over his dick and whisper to him teasingly “You're hard watching all your friends eye up and often grab your whore wife”. “I love being a whore for you in front of everyone” and “I’m glad you enjoy showering off how sexy your whore is”. I thought no one could hear my teases, but I must have been wrong because when the game went into overtime a very sexy man that I had met in passing but didn’t know his name proposed a bold, outrageous bet with my husband. “If they can pull off the comeback and win I'll give you an autographed game ball from earlier in the season… but if they blow it… well then that pretty wife of yours blows me… and more…” My husband, myself and the guest that stayed this late were fairly shocked by the offer. Before anyone could speak, he grabbed my ass under my skirt hard enough to cause me to raise up as much as my already high heels allowed and added “You have been watching her show off and flaunt all night you can’t hide that you get off on it so take the next step and let her have a real man” Bending over at the waist, so my tits were in front of my husband’s face and my hands on his shoulders blocking the odds on the TV I whispered to my husband “Take the bet it's pretty safe that they will make the comeback, you don’t have anything to worry about”. This was a lie and that the comeback was unlikely at this point, but I wanted to see what he would do. Much to my surprise, he actually agreed to it! In response, I took a hard echoing slap on my ass from the man whose name I still didn’t remember. 

To say I was disappointed when my husband’s team actually won was an understatement, but I would have my fun with it anyway. The party continued for a good bit longer, and I kept the flirting bimbo cheerleader act going, being sure to give extra attention to the man whose name I still didn’t know whenever my husband was in view. It was late, and the last few guys were leaving when I told my husband as seductively as I could “Go upstairs, strip naked, cuff yourself to the headboard and wait for me. I'll be up as soon as I get the boys out and clean up a bit” giving him a kiss on the cheek. When my husband started upstairs I turned to give the man who made the bet “Wait an hour and a half for me to take care of my husband, and I’m all yours”.  I did attempt to clean up but was pretty just groped and grabbed as I did so for about 15-20 min.