That Great American Pastime

It was the bottom of the ninth inning, and Cynthia hoped that her husband George was taking some pleasure from the fact that he'd gotten this college baseball team to the championship game. At mid-season, it didn't look like the team had much of a chance since they were second last in their division. But George's coaching and working with each player on the fundamentals of the game began paying off, and they started winning.
Cynthia had started this game sitting on the edge of her seat, yelling words of encouragement to urge the team on. But perhaps the pressure of being in this final game had gotten to them, since they'd committed some mistakes that had allowed their opponents to take a 3 to 1 lead by the time they reached the ninth inning. Every time his team came off the field, George was right there, reminding them of those same fundamentals that had gotten them to this point. As each of his batters headed for the on deck circle, he reminded the batter of things to watch for with this pitcher. He was also sending signals to his first and third base coaches and managed to get the first run in, giving them a 1 to 0 lead at that point early in the game.
But the other team came back in the very next inning and scored two runs. And in the following inning, they scored their third run. And George's team had left those runs unanswered. Cynthia could tell that all 34 players on George's team were hyper focused on the game, and trying their best to follow their coaches' will directions and score, and win -- but nothing seemed to be working.
Consequently, Cynthia was now sitting back in her seat, still mildly hopeful as this last inning started. The peanuts that she'd nervously consumed were only a faint memory. Their first batter struck out on four swings, and her heart sank a little. Perhaps the opposing pitcher was tiring, because his third throw to their second batter went a little wild, and hit the batter's thigh. The umpire called out, "Take your base." And just like that, they had a man on first with one out. Their next batter gave a determined swing at the very first pitch he was offered. His bat drilled the ball like a rifle shot between the first and second basemen and skipped across the grass all the way to the warning track before the center fielder could retrieve it and throw it in. That gave enough time for the runner on first to race all the way to third base, while the batter himself was held at first.
They now had runners at the corners, with only one out. Cynthia moved closer to the edge of her seat again. Their next batter also took two swings, but completely missed the pitches. He managed to foul off the next three pitches, protecting the plate, but the fourth popped up and was easily caught by the pitcher, who glared at the third-base runner, almost daring him to try to score. The third-base coach could be heard telling him to stay put. So they still had runners at first and third, but now there were two outs. Only one out remained in the game.
The next two pitches were judged by the home plate umpire to be balls, and the batter wisely waited for a better pitch. However, the next pitch was a called strike. That may have unnerved him, so he took a swing at the next pitch and barely nicked it with the bat, causing it to fly backwards over the catcher's mitt and alongside the umpire's head to smack hard against the backboard. Cynthia groaned with disappointment since the batter now had two balls and two strikes. One more strike and the game was over! With two outs, the base coaches were telling their runners to run on anything.
The opposing pitcher might've wanted to end the game there and then. His next pitch was a fastball straight down the middle, hoping to blow it right past the batter and end the game. But the batter connected! There was that sweet sound that occurs when the ball and the bat strike perfectly together. Virtually everyone jumped to their feet watching that ball sailing up and out in a beautiful arc toward mid-left field. And the opposing fielders stood helplessly as they watched the ball sail over the fence. It was a home run! And not just any home run! It'd batted in the two runners from first and third, tying the score. And the batter himself jogged around the bases and jumped on home plate, scoring the winning run! He was mobbed by his joyous teammates as they began celebrating. Cynthia was cheering so loudly that George looked back at her and grinned before he trotted over to join his team in their triumph.
Later, as George was driving the two of them back home, Cynthia was congratulating him on his excellent coaching and the championship win. "Thank you, dear," he said. "But I'm not sure that this team would have made it all the way without your strong encouragement." He smiled rather mysteriously.
"Well, I admit that I attended every game and cheered loudly," she replied. "But many of the college staff, the students, and the players' parents did the same."
"I'm not talking about your attendance amasya escort or your cheers, love. I'm talking about the promise that you made to the team at mid-season."
Cynthia looked perplexed, wondering what he was talking about. "What promise?"
He laughed. "That day, they had just lost again, and things looked pretty hopeless. That's when you said to them that if they pulled themselves together, and won the championship, you'd let each and every one of them have you sexually in whatever way they wanted."
Cynthia cast her mind back to that day, and gasped as her face turned bright red and hot. "Oh my God - I did say something like that, didn't I? I'd completely forgotten!"
"Yes you did, honey. And they took that to heart. These are horny college athletes, and you are one hell of a good looking woman, and you sounded sincere. That motivated them probably 100 times better than any speech I could have given them. When we went back into the locker room after this championship win, in their elation, they asked me if you're going to make good on your promise. I told them that I could only remind you about it -- so I am."
Flabbergasted, she decided that it would be a good idea to let him concentrate on his driving, and save her questions until they got home. But during the drive she thought over the ramifications of what he'd said. He didn't sound upset at all, or angry -- he just sounded sincere, like the decision was hers. She couldn't help it -- her mind brought up images of all those healthy, virile young men. She fantasized about watching them undress for her, and her naughty imagination pictured each of them with rampant, stiff erections. Her pussy began to moisten and waft her sexual perfume into the car, so she pressed her thighs together to try to keep that under control.
When they got into the house and settled down on the sofa, she turned to face him. "George, are you seriously proposing that I make good on my promise? It sounded like you're on board with this. If I did it, wouldn't you feel jealous?"
George gave her question a serious consideration before he answered. "Well, love, a promise is a promise. When you made it, I probably should've objected way back then. But I thought we'd be lucky to finish the season, let alone win the championship. So it seemed like a safe promise at the time. Then we began winning, and from time to time in the locker room I heard players mentioning your promise. It was obvious that they hadn't forgotten, and it was motivating them. And then we made the playoffs. Before we entered today's game, I heard them saying something like 'we need to win this for the coaches wife' and I thought it was wonderful that they wanted to dedicate the game to you. It wasn't until the second inning when the true meaning of that statement hit home to me! They wanted to win it to claim your promise."
"So you're saying..."
"Darling, I know that you love me, and you'd never cheat on me," he answered. "But if you want to do this, I don't consider it cheating at all. It wouldn't steal your love from me. You'd just be experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime romp with some very fit, grateful college guys. I think that I'd actually enjoy seeing the expressions of happiness on your face if they can make you cum." Actually, his body betrayed him, because Cynthia saw that when he was thinking about her rutting with those young men, his cock stiffened painfully inside his pants, forcing him to adjust its placement.
Her heart was thumping hard in her chest hearing him give his honest approval of this and seeing his body give obvious confirmation that verified the truth of his acceptance. She swallowed hard, eyes a little bulging with the enormity of it. "But George -- there are 34 of them!"
He laughed. "I admit it sounds like too many for you, my lusty wife, to handle in a single day. So how about two days, and only 17 of them each day? They're so horny they may even cum just looking at your lovely body, and they'd only get one fuck each."
She giggled a little nervously. "So now we're in the planning stages, are we? Okay, if you're determined to pimp me out let's discuss a couple of details. How about condoms and the possibility of disease?"
"Hmmm... I'd certainly allow them to use condoms if they wish, although I won't deny you the pleasure of feeling their cum inside you. You've always told me how exciting it is for you to feel that. But I'd demand that each and every one of them get tested for disease ahead of time and provide me with certification that they are disease-free. That would be an absolute requirement, or they would be disqualified from participation."
"Disqualified?" Cynthia laughed. "This sounds like you're planning another championship game."
"Oh? You want me to keep score?" he asked with a matter of fact voice. She did a double take, and then noticed the gleam in his eyes that indicated he was kidding, and they broke out laughing together, since anadolu yakası escort he couldn't keep a straight face any longer.
Then what he'd said about the testing struck home. She might experience the sensation of those young cocks spurting and spewing inside her! She was now so turned on that she had to do something. She pulled up the front of her skirt and pushed her panties down near midthigh. She wasn't shy about masturbating in front of her husband and her hands began playing with her very wet pussy. As she'd hoped, George moved closer and inserted a finger inside her, teasing her from the inside. She looked down, moaning softly as she watched his finger moving in and out.
She had one last concern that she needed to voice. "But what about the possibility of pregnancy if we're letting them cum inside me?" She was gasping as he added a second finger.
"Honey, you're on the pill, and it also forces a minor menstruation. For a day or two after that ends, you should be extremely safe, so we can time for that."
Her hands went to his belt and zipper, and in seconds she had his stiffening erection in her grasp. "You have the answers for everything, Mister - so you'd better fuck me -- now. I need you!"
"Love, if I plant myself in you now, I'm not going to last very long," he warned her.
"Love, the way I feel right now, you don't have to last very long! I promise you!"
He took her at her word, and took her. The moment his cock entered her, she began spasming and thrashing in orgasm, moaning loudly. In response, his internal floodgates opened wide and he pumped his semen into her churning depths, to their mutual pleasure and satisfaction.
Later, after they'd calmed down, but still joined together, she kissed him softly and murmured, "I guess we're going to do this. I'm not sure where or when but it sounds like we've agreed."
He kissed her lovingly, and replied, "Yes, I guess we are. Let me handle the details -- you just look forward to it."
She sighed. "To be honest, I already am," she stated with a smile.
Within three weeks, all the stars seem to be in alignment. Cynthia was at the right part of her cycle, all the players had tested clean of disease, George had rented a house in a secluded location two towns over, and he'd set up a pavilion where the baseball players could sip soft drinks, nibble on some food, and wait their turn. He certainly had no cause for complaints because this whole scenario had placed his wife in such a state of lust that the two of them fucked at least once a day for each day of the three weeks.
As he and Cynthia were driving to the location in the early morning light, he also assured her, "I've even taken care of your other requirement, honey. You reminded me that the promise was that they could 'use' you, and you explained very clearly to me what you meant by that." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shiver and unconsciously press her thighs together, so he asked, "How are you feeling, love?"
Her eyes were darting around, scanning the countryside. "I'll be honest with you -- I'm rather nervous and a little scared, but also extremely aroused. So I have 17 today, and then 17 more tomorrow?" she asked. He nodded. "Do you really think I can handle this, honey?"
The coach in him answered, "I have complete confidence in you!" But the husband in him added, "But just remember that if it gets to be too much, let me know and we can either slow things down, or postpone for a while."
As they pulled into the long driveway that led to the rented house, Cynthia saw several cars parked in the grass alongside the drive, but no people. "Where is everybody?" she asked, confused.
"Don't worry. I know that they're all here. They told me that they wanted to get here early. Their stated reason was that they didn't want to make you wait. But really I think it was their horniness that wouldn't allow them to wait around any longer. I placed the pavilion where they'll wait their turn on the far side of the house so that they wouldn't see us arriving. I want to get you all prepared before I let the first one in. I know you don't know who is scheduled for today and who is scheduled for tomorrow, but do you have any preference in the order in which I should send them in?"
She was practically bouncing in her seat now. "Love, if I have to wait much longer to start, I'll either freak out and ask you to drive us home immediately, or have you bring them all into the bedroom in one huge bunch so they get it over with quickly. Of course, if they were all in the room at the same time, it'd be very difficult for you to maintain the proper order and be certain that each of the guests gets a turn, but only one turn. So in other words, lead me to the bedroom and let's get the first guy in as quickly as possible." She was almost hyperventilating as she said all this.
While they were entering the bedroom, Cynthia whipped off the simple dress that she was anamur escort wearing, and kicked off her shoes. Since she wore no bra and no panties she was now completely naked and staring at the bed as George pulled the covers out of the way. He reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out four leather cuffs with prominent metal rings. Fumbling only a little bit, because this was something they hadn't practiced, he strapped the cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Feeling him tightening the cuffs, she blushed a delicate pink, realizing how he was fulfilling her requirement. The pink turned a darker shade of red and crept down her neck and onto the upper curves of her breasts. It took her a lot of will power to not finger herself to satisfy a now building need.
"Okay, dear. Lie down on the center of the bed on your back, please," he instructed her. As she complied, he pulled forth the ropes that he had previously attached to the corner posts of the bed. Threading a rope through each of the metal rings, he slowly and carefully tightened them until she was loosely spreadeagled on the bed. "Oh yes -- I almost forgot," he stated. Reaching into the closet he pulled out a wedge shaped pillow and helped her raise her pelvis until he got the pillow positioned underneath her. "This should give you some back support, while at the same time presenting your pussy in a very 'please come and fuck me' pose.
Now she was giggling nervously and wondering what sort of view she'd be giving to these young men, as George made the final adjustments to the ropes. He must've anticipated her curiosity, because before he went to get the first participant, he took out his cell phone and took several pictures of his wife, and watched her eyes dilate in surprise as she viewed the images. "Oh George," she whispered, "I look so slutty now! I love it, and I love you!" He kissed her and she softly moaned, "Let's please get this show on the road! And have them call me Cyn, please -- I like the sound of that."
"Your wish is my command, darling," he stated, leaving the room to get the first participant. He'd already posted a checklist, almost like he was posting the batting order for a baseball game. But these young men would be swinging different 'bats' today, and he hoped for several home runs. He figured he could move the first 7 of them into the living room of the house, making it an 'on deck circle' of a sort. They were used to each other's nudity in the locker room, so they stripped off in anticipation. When it came time for them to enter the bedroom, each would enter fully naked, since George had told them to leave their clothes piled just outside the bedroom door as they walked in.
As the first ballplayer entered the room there was a loud double gasp. Both he and Cynthia gasped at the sight of the other's naked body. He was blushing and sporting a very stiff erection that his hands instinctively moved to try to hide -- unsuccessfully. Cynthia was gasping at this first sight of a young, trim, aroused body. His gasp was accompanied with his eyes seeming to bulge in their sockets, drinking in the lewd sight of her, spreadeagled on the bed with her bald pussy on display. "Oh g...g...gosh, Ma'am -- I mean Cyn. You are so b...b...beautiful! He stammered. He started to hyperventilate.
She worried about him. "Please calm down, or you might faint. Come closer." As he did so, she added, "I want you to climb up on this bed, get between my legs, and use me, as I promised."
"You mean you want me to f... f... f...?"
"Yes, sir, I want you to stick that lovely cock deep into my pussy and fuck me!" she demanded. "My husband is not only permitting this -- he tied me like this to make me helpless, so use me until you cum! You get to be the first!"
Taking his courage into his hands, as well as his dick, he poked it several times, trying with shaking hands to hit her hole until he finally connected. Bracing himself on his hands, he thrust and thrust, listening to her moan in relief as she finally felt her pussy penetrated. He was huffing and grunting as he pounded away lustily. All too soon, as far as Cynthia was concerned, his cock started jerking in her depths. It spewed one hard spurt before he yanked it free, saying, "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to cum inside you," as the rest of his ejaculate painted her tummy.
She suppressed a moan of frustration since he was so quick, but reassured him, "It's OK, honey. You guys can shoot your semen, in me, on me, or whatever. Remember, you're allowed to use my body today."
He endearingly blushed once more. "Then if we get to use you..." He came around the bed and leaned over to plant a long kiss right on her lips. "I've always wanted to do that," he confessed.
She smiled. "And I'm glad you did. Please tell my husband to step back in here for a moment."
The young man went out the door, and her husband came in a moment later. "How's it going, love?" he asked.
"It went okay," she replied. "He was rather excited, and came a little too fast for me to really get into it. But I know I still have 16 more to go, so I'm fine. I wanted to ask a question though. You can see his semen on my tummy. Should that be wiped off, or should we leave it there? I don't know how the next person will feel about it."