“If you are such a great Raiders fan where’s the jersey? If nothing else you should be wearing a jersey.”
Taylor laughed.
“We’ve never been to an actual game. We just watched on TV.”
“You need a jersey, girl. Let’s go get you a Derek Carr jersey.”
“Oh, no. I couldn’t afford it. It must be a hundred dollars.”
“My treat. I need to spend my money on somebody. The ex-wife has been gone almost a year. And, you can help me carry back more beer.”
More beer wasn’t what he needed. Taylor resisted until the stranger got her really interested. She looked at her husband that was looking on amusedly. He was looking at it as a free hundred dollars. He gave her a look to go for it.”
“Really??”
She looked at her husband and back at the huge black man. Both were grinning and agreeable for her to go. With a look like she’d been told to “pick any candy you like” Taylor popped to her feet and preceded the black man across the row of seats and up the aisle. Logan watched his wife’s ass as they she left. Women get this move when they think men are watching that they walk like their pussy is down on a pole, or a big cock, and they are trying to walk over and around it. In Taylor’s case it looked like she was trying to settle down over it.
He couldn’t help but smile. His little bride was pretty naive about just about everything and the excitement of going to get a free jersey with a black man she had met twenty minutes earlier had her almost giddy. Logan had to smile. Jealous? Maybe. He tried to adjust his hardon in his pants. In the back of his mind he had an imagine of his nineteen year wife old taking black cock.
It took longer than Logan expected. At almost forty-five minutes he stood up to go look for them. As he got to the end of the row and looked up the aisle there they were ready to head down. Taylor was wearing the number 4 jersey with Carr’s name on it with the black friend right behind her in his. Both were carrying two beers. He was holding a plastic shopping bag.
Logan kept standing and waited for them. As Taylor approached she got a pained look on her face.
“Sorry, Hun. We had to go across the stadium to find the Raiders stuff and the beer line is already getting long.”
She kissed him on the cheek and handed him a beer.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Oh, the jersey is a large. Cal joked about it being long enough to be a dress so I took off my shorts and top under it. I’ll have to be careful when I bend over or people will see my panties.”
Cal was grinning. The hem of the shirt was only about six inches below her pussy and really didn’t hide much when she sat down. Logan got that hardon again. Taylor seemed to sit a little more towards Cal in the seat than to her own husband. Logan imagined looking up her skirt. She had started shaving her pussy a couple of weeks earlier. Anyone that got the view would see a smooth cunt and a slit through the panty crotch.
He started on the beer and Taylor had finished hers. Cal poured half of his second drink into her cup. Taylor wasn’t much of a drinker. Beer to her was like a semi-annual affair.