Touch Down

Some games are much more fun than others.

She hated sports. Fucking hated sports. Sorry, that was a lie, she didn’t really hate them. What she hated was the way her husband got tunnel vision the moment there was a play-off game. Basketball and football were his kryptonite, but she’d seen him get sucked in by a hockey game or two if it happened to be on at the restaurant while they were eating.

It was also inconvenient that she was at her horniest whenever he was sucked in to that colorful action box. She wanted to sit on his face and come over and over again. She wanted him to make her scream, squirt, and make a cream pie out of her. But while a game was on, she could be stark naked in front of him, and he would not-so-kindly ask her to move.

In fact, it happened once.