It was really all about showing off my new flat screen TV. The plan was to have some of my best friends over for a Monday night football game. I’d had them over before. In fact, we often watched games at each other’s homes.

I’m not that big a fan of football, these things are really social events for me – a chance to bond with my friends. My wife suggested that’s why I bought the TV in the first place, to encourage my friends to come over.

Not that it was an issue with her, as Nancy liked my friends. They were a harmless group of seven guys. Lead among them was Tom, my best friend since high school, and Gene, an older coworker for whom I have a great deal of respect.

Our guests began arriving around 7:30 for the big Raiders vs. Broncos game. When he showed up, Tom asked me if it was OK that he invited a guy who works with him. The guy, Rocky, is looking into buying a flat screen. Sure, no problem, I said.

About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang and Nancy answered it.

“Holy shit,” someone bellowed from the foyer.

“That’s Rocky,” Tom announced. “I guess he’s met Nancy.” Tom ran to meet him and then led him into the living room. Nancy followed them and I could see she was not happy.

The guy was a big Italian dude, at least 6’5″. He looked like he could have been playing in the game instead of watching it. Tom made the introductions and ended with me and then Nancy.

“Yeah, we met. I’m sorry baby, but I just don’t meet chicks built like you every day,” he said looking directly at her breasts. Nancy was standing there giving him a hateful stare while trying her best to downplay her body.

I’ll admit that’s not an easy task. As you probably guessed, my gorgeous 26-year-old wife has an impressive set of breasts. A description of her body always begins with her 42-inch chest. From there, he body narrows to a 23-inch waist, and then slopes out again to 36 inches. She has shoulder-length light brown hair and an angelic face. Not to be forgotten are her world-class legs; at 5’10” she’s as tall as I am.

On this evening, Nancy was dressed in a snug pair of jeans and a tight sleeveless shirt. I was always noticing the guys sneaking peeks at her body. They just weren’t as up front about it as this Rocky guy was acting.

Nancy is an educated businesswoman with a master’s degree, who generally tries to downplay her physical assets. She’s used to men noticing her. They try to hit on her all the time, but she always cuts them down or brushes them away.

Rocky’s attentions were obviously annoying her, so she spun on her heels and headed for the kitchen. Rocky didn’t take his eyes off her sexy ass until she was out of sight.

“Good damn. That is one hot piece of ass.”

“Hey man. That’s Dan’s wife,” Tom said, coming to our rescue. “Show a little respect to our guests.”

Trying to break the tension just a bit, Gene said it was clear that I had married way over my head, which brought a laugh from everybody.

“I’m sorry man,” the giant said to me. “But I think it is a sign of respect. You got yourself one fine lady buddy. Good work.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Let’s all sit down and watch the game.”

The game started and the flat screen looked great. With the new speakers I bought it was the next best thing to being at the game.

I looked over at our new guest. He was one big mass of muscle. Even his head looked muscular; it was square, like the cartoon version of Superman.

I asked him if he ever played football. He said he had a college football scholarship, but failed out in his junior year. However, he parlayed his college notoriety into a job in sales for Tom’s company and was now doing quite well.

He was getting excited about the game as the Raiders took the lead early in the first quarter on a field goal. He said he became a Raiders fan after they had once given him a tryout.

Nancy came back into the room about half way through the first quarter and sat down next to me. She tried to watch the game, but I could see the Rocky’s loud enthusiasm for the Raiders was just pissing her off.

“I don’t like the Raiders,” she said. “They always cheat.”

“That’s what’s so great about them,” he replied smiling at her. “I think guys should always play nasty. It’s a real man’s football team. The Broncos are so corporate; they should be wearing suits and ties out there.”

“Well the Broncos always beat the Raiders, so maybe cheating doesn’t always pay off.”

“Want to make a little wager?” It was not unusual for us to make little bets during games. In fact, Rocky had caught on to our habit of making bets from quarter to quarter.

“Are you sure you want to bet? The Raiders have lost four straight games,” I said. “I don’t care. It’s Monday night and they’re playing the Broncos. They can’t lose. Well Nancy, how about it? Let’s say a $1,000 that the Raiders win the first quarter.”

“Whoa, our limit is usually only $100,” Tom said.

“Come on. You’re not afraid are you?”

“No. I’ll take the bet,” Nancy said. Wow, I thought, she never bets, and now she’s ready to bet a grand. But I wasn’t going to say a word. She doesn’t like it when I second-guess her in front of other. She’s got money; she can handle it, I said to myself.

Unfortunately, the Raiders scored on a 98-yard interception return near the end of the quarter. Rocky was now up $1,000 and Nancy was not happy about it.

“How about I let you get even?” he asked. “Let’s say we double it over the halftime lead.”

“OK.”

“Honey, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” I said. She got up and followed me.

“What are you doing? The Raiders are already up 10 points.”

“Don’t worry. The Broncos can go ahead with just two touchdowns.”

There was a silence between us for a few moments.

“I’m not going to let that asshole win, Dan,” Nancy said.

“He’s not winning; the Raiders are, and you’re just throwing money away.”

“Stop worrying. It’s only the first quarter, and the Broncos will come back.”

I didn’t push it. Again, she had the money to waste if she wanted to. The Raiders continued to add to their score with another field goal. But then things started to pick up as the Broncos scored on a long 13-play drive.

Nancy was really excited and jumped up and down when the Bronco running back took the ball in for the score. Rocky watched intently as her boobs bounced on her thin frame.

“I don’t mind loosing if you’re going to keep doing that baby. Did you guy see her rack bounce? Holy shit.”

Nobody dared answer as Nancy’s anger returned again. Rocky wouldn’t even let her enjoy the one Bronco touchdown. She sat back down and crossed her arms like a child with a temper tantrum. The game didn’t get any better and she was down two grand by halftime. I could see that she was thinking of a way to get him back. She stayed on the sofa throughout the halftime break. When the game started again, Rocky was ready with a new offer.

“Stop being pissed off Nancy. I’ll let you get your money back.”

“What’s the bet?” I asked.

“I’ll bet the Broncos don’t score another touchdown. If she wins, I give back the two thousand. But if she loses, she has to wear a cheerleader costume for the game next week.”

“OK,” she snapped.

“Wait a minute. It won’t be your college cheerleader uniform, but the ones the Raiderettes wear.”

“You don’t want to do this honey. Just give him the two grand.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “I know the Broncos can score again. You’ve got a bet mister.”

By the beginning of the final quarter, the Broncos looked beat; however, they started a drive late in the game. This meant new life for Nancy who was now up on her feet. They got the ball down to the Raider 19-yard line.

“Do you want to make it more interesting?” Rocky said.

“What do you mean?”

“If they score a touchdown on this drive, I’ll get down and kiss your feet and admit the Raiders – you know that four letter work that begins with an “s.”

“And if they don’t score?”

“You have to sit on my lap during the entire game next week. In the Raiderette uniform no less, if they don’t score later.”

“No. Absolutely not,” I said. “I’m not going to let you do this.”

“There’re going to score right now,” she said.

“But what if they don’t.”

“They will,” she said enunciating both words slowly and carefully. She had a strange look of determination on her face. I had to relent because she was just so sure. That kind of blind faith couldn’t be reasoned with.

Unfortunately, the drive came up short and the Broncos kicked a field goal. With only five minutes left, time was running out. In fact, the Raiders scored one more time and that took the air out of their competition. The game ended 34-10.

Nancy ran off to our bedroom and I ushered our guests out.

“See you guys next week,” Rocky said with a huge fucking grin as he walked to the car with the other guys.

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