By kinkyonefem4u69
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I know what you’re thinking. How could I have not seen this coming? But, it caught me totally off guard.
My wife has always been a big sports fan, much more than I am. I never really got into sports, but she was interested in a big way. Basketball, baseball, football, you name it, she was into it. She was constantly talking about the stars of the games, comparing me to them and making sure that I knew where I didn’t exactly measure up. I just never thought she would ever let things go so far.
It started just over 6 months ago. She was waiting at the door for me when I came home from work, something she hardly ever does. She was so excited that she could hardly talk, making little squeaking sounds of excitement. I had to ask her to repeat herself several times before I finally understood what she was saying. Her favorite baseball team was going to be in town this weekend to play the local team, and her favorite player Bobby “the Rod” Johnson was signing autographs Saturday evening, if you made a donation to his favorite charity. She squeaked out “He’s SUCH a STUD, and such a sweet guy to try to help those poor kids from the neighborhood he grew up in, I just can’t wait to meet him!” And that was the start of it all.
The rest of the week she was on cloud nine, happily getting herself set to meet her favorite “stud”. Hair, nails, tanning booth, new clothes…just to look good for some ball player I’d never even seen before. Finally Saturday arrived, and she spent hours locked away in the bathroom and bedroom doing her makeup and getting everything just so. Finally, the door flew open, and out came my wife. She looked incredibly hot. She was wearing this very low cut top with a short skirt, and hi-heels that made her as tall as I am. She looked like one of the girls in Penthouse magazine, her 36D tits proudly displayed and her long sexy legs wearing silky stockings, the tops just barely hidden by the edge of her skirt. Her skirt was tight across her sexy, tear-drop shaped ass. A little too tight I realized, as I noticed there were no panty lines. “How do I look?” she asked brightly. “Wow, you look great!” I said. “But aren’t you showing a little too much to be going out alone like this?” I asked. Frowning deeply she responded “Don’t be such a prick and rain on my parade, its not every day I get to meet “the Rod” and I want to look my best for him!” Snatching up her purse, she headed straight for the door. As she closed the door behind her she tossed “Don’t wait up, I may be a little late!” and she was gone.
Several hours passed and I was beginning to get worried about where my wife was. I kept thinking about how provocatively she was dressed and how she was so concerned with meeting “the Rod” that she might not realize she had pushed things a little too far. I was about to try her cell phone when our telephone rang. I rushed over and answered.
“Hello?” I heard my wife breathlessly ask.
“Hey, I was just about to call you!” I replied.
“…just a sec” I heard her say to someone else, then she giggled.
“Are you there?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, I, er…I’m here.” she stammered.
“Is anything wrong?” I asked her.
“No, no, everything is FINE.” she said “but I need for you to do a favor for me.”
“Um, ok…sure, what ever you need.” I said.
“Great!” she almost shouted “I want you to go out for a little while tonight, ok honey?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“See, when I got to the table to get my autograph, I slipped “the Rod” my cell number with “call me” written above it, and he did! “ she said excitedly “Can you believe it?”
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