“Jesus Christ!” Again, the images in the back of his mind with Taylor’s cunt shoved full of black cock. “God Damn it!”
After some quiet reflecting while Taylor rubbed Cal’s big cock Cal wanted more beer.
“Time for another beer run. The vendors won’t come down here until there’s more people.”
He stood up and reached for Taylor’s hand.
“Come on, Babe. I need you to help carry.”
She took his hand and held it all the up to the top of the aisle and beyond. Again her ass moved liked she had a huge cock in her cunt. Logan thought about how soaked her bald little cunt would be. He wished he had her to himself and his face buried in her twat.
“Jesus Christ! God Damn it, anyway. What the hell is she thinking?”
They were gone thirty minutes this time. Each was carrying a cup holder with four beers in it. Taylor was smirking at her husband to acknowledge what Cal had done to her and daring him to do anything about it. The seats around them were filling now. The opportunity for Cal to feel up Logan’s wife any more had vanished.
“Here Honey. Have a beer.”
Logan took it and mumbled thanks.
God Damn it! They looked like a couple. One of those interracial couples where the wife jumps race to fuck a huge cock on a full time basis. Cal would probably fuck her if she would let him. Would she? It was looking like a yes. Bullshit!
The game was pretty good. The Raiders won by two, 23 to 21. Every good play Taylor was hugging Cal. By the end of the game they were kissing, too. Not just pecks either. And, there were times his hand would go up her bare thigh.. Not even a touch of modesty was in her to stop him for others not to see. At least she didn’t spread open and let him finger fuck her again with a crowd around them. Logan sported the continual hardon.
With the game over people hit the exists as the three of them, Cal, Taylor, and Logan stayed in their seats. That was the proper way to list them, Cal, Taylor, … and Logan.
One of the last of the others to leave was a couple in about their early seventies. The woman bent over and said something in Taylor’s ear. Taylor answered back in a regular voice.
“Thanks, I already did!”
After about ten minutes it was just the three of them like it had started out. Well, actually, it was just the two of them that seemed to Logan to be forever ago. Most of the talking between Cal and Taylor was drowned out by stadium noise before it could get to Logan.
On the way out Cal needed to hit the restroom to drain some of the eight or so beers he had downed. Taylor had drank five herself and the alcohol only added to her married cunt being hot for the new friend with the black cock.
“Want to come with me? The lines will be shorter.” Cal teased.
“Maybe not this time, Babe.”
Logan didn’t like him calling his wife Babe. It was him being way too familiar. It really got to him. Then there was that niggling grab to his thought, “What did she mean this time?”
Cal got out of the restroom first. Time for a little small talk. Should Logan say something about seeing Cal finger fuck his wife. That would admitting that he saw it and did nothing about it. Maybe he should let it be and years from now it can be one of those funny stories couples remind each other about. Cal broke the silence.