My husband and I invited another couple over to watch the Super Bowl last night. They are Patriots fans and we were cheering for the Eagles (really, anyone but the Patriots). Our guys thought it would be a great idea if we wore jerseys for the teams, and Renie and I agreed if we could pick out what we were going to wear. She found some nice looking ones online somewhere, and got them for us. They weren't overly sexy, but they were form fitting and slinky and made for women's shapes...When the Eagles took an early lead my husband and I celebrated with a little dance and some kissing. and then when the Patriots tied it with a field goal Renie and David did their own victory dance.
When the Eagles scored a touchdown, we went a little wilder, and then they celebrated when some little thing happened. I won't try to remember all the details, but we kept getting a little wilder with each celebration, until we were giving our guys lap dances and very sensuous kisses whenever our team scored.
Near the end of the half we agreed that both girls should dance and kiss whenever points were scored by either team -- somehow that seemed like the appropriate mix of punishment and reward, and we were both feeling a little flirty.
Just after the first time we both danced for her husband after a Patriots score, Renie took me into the kitchen and bet me the Patriots would have the lead by half time, and we agreed whoever was behind at halftime would take off their bra and panties. I was nervous enough that I was glad the Eagles had the lead, and Renie seemed a little unsure at halftime when i whispered she do a little striptease. We compromised -- she took her bra off in the bedroom, came out and pressed herself against David and asked him if he liked her outfit better this way? He smiled and said, "Oh, yes!" Then she pulled her shirt up and pointed to her thong and asked what she should do about it? "Whatever you want," he said, and she dropped her jersey hem back down and slipped it off and handed it to me...
Needless to say, my husband loved it every time the Eagles scored in the second half, and he was kissing Renie with long sexy kisses while she gave him great lap dances. Eventually he told me it was unfair that I still had on my bra and underwear, and I asked him if he seriously wanted me to take them off. "Please!" he said. "But I am kissing and dancing for David, too," I said. He moaned his approval.So I did.
As the game got near the end we were all aroused and competitive, and somehow we decided that the winning husband should be gifted with the losing wife's jersey at the end of the game, to be surrendered during a final lap dance. I couldn't believe I agreed to it, and then found myself unsure which way I wanted the game to end. I had very mixed emotions, even as I thought it was all very exciting...
As it became clear the Eagles were going to win, Renie seemed a bit thoughtful, but then she took a big drink and watched the last few plays snuggling up to David, asking if he was okay with it. He told her to go kiss my husband like she meant it. She did, and when the Eagles won, she gave him a very sexy lap dance and rubbed her tits in his face and let him fondle her butt. It went on for way more than one song, but I wasn't going to stop it. Finally David cut in, and I stepped in. Both couples were kissing and my jersey was up around my waist. Finally we moved into the bedroom, but left the door open, and soon both couples were going at it with enthusiasm. We slowed down a bit to watch them, and when they finished, we picked up our pace and knew they were watching us.
When they were going to leave, Renie asked for her jersey back, but we refused. We did give her back her underwear, but her husband intercepted that, suggesting she take a naked ride home. She blushed, but nodded, and they walked out of our small apartment building together, with his hand on her ass, guiding her very slowly to their car.