During our Oakland tenure we didn’t make any friends because we really enjoyed our own company. Fucking her was great. We seldom missed a night unless she was having a heavy period. The right birth control spaced that out so much it wasn’t a problem. I considered her childlike in her manners, making fucking her special. It was whenever/wherever with us getting in a lot of wake up sex and usually she wanted to fuck me three times during the Raiders games.
Her love for the Raiders carried on when I was promoted to Phoenix. Now that we had money for games, the bad new was that the team was the Cardinals. We had more money to spend so we got the TV channel for all NFL games since watching the Cards on local TV couldn’t make us a fan. We continued to associate multiple fucks during the Raiders games. It was the hottest sex of the week as Taylor really honed in on the Raiders.
Then the Sunday before Thanksgiving last year, November 18, 2018 the Raiders were in Phoenix. I splurged on tickets to surprise Taylor. That’s a lie because resale on the tickets could drop to as low as $15. I blew $80 and got us seats 4 rows from the field on the 30 yard line. I told her on Tuesday and by game day she had almost fucked my brains out.
We left way early. Got there three hours before game time to watch the stands fill and the players come out early on the field. Of course in the NFL now the idea of filled stands is a thing of the past. We had empty seats way around us. I mean that early there was not more than 100 people on our side of the field when we got there.
Of all things to happen we were sitting there this Raiders fan dressed in outrageous Raiders gear came in holding two beers and sat right next to my wife. The shocked look on her face turned to amazement, then amusement, then “Hello, Raider’s guy” all in a quick instant.
Even though the look was unarguably “Raiders” the guy was fairly good looking, spoke to us and sipped a beer. He paused and pulled out his ticket, looked around, checked the seat number and settled back.
“What’s the odds of that? All of the empty seats around us and here we are.” He questioned.
Taylor gave a confirming giggle and relaxed into her seat. I whispered to ask her is she wanted to trade seats with me. She turned me down. I noticed her nipples straining through her bra and poking her shirt.
“I’m fine, Sweetie.” She whispered. “I didn’t expect him to be black when he first sat down.”
I didn’t notice it then either until he spoke about us being the only ones in the seats. He was so dressed in Raiders black and had the silly head piece and some kind of other crazy shit race was the last thing to notice. Taylor and I spent the next several minutes glancing sideways at our new seat neighbor. My wife had herself centered in the seat and began to share an armrest with the man.
And, black he was though. Very black. Not jet black, but very dark. He must have been 6′ 5″ and with a great physique. We both kept glancing sideways. He spoke to Taylor a few times and soon she was no longer giving one word answers as she warmed up to the stranger in the next seat. Then I heard him say: