*** Chapter One
Jake Daniels jumped up and cheered along with a thousand other fans of the
Thunderbirds as the new forward made a, “nothing but net” three point shot from
the corner. Watching the Thunderbirds play basketball was about the most
exciting thing to do in Fargo, North Dakota. The CBA team was struggling in the
standings of the small league that had declined and now consisted of only five
Jake always bought general admission seats on a per game basis. No season
tickets for him. As he looked down across the floor at the Thunderbirds bench,
he wondered again how Clyde Monroe could afford seats on the floor, the best in
the auditorium. After all, they both worked in maintenance at the Air Force Base
and made about the same money, which wasn’t very much. Unless Clyde had won the
lottery, Jake couldn’t see how he could do it. He told himself that at halftime
he would have to ask Clyde to share his secret. At the midway point in the game,
the Thunderbirds were leading the Albany Patroons by 10 points.
Jake loved the game of basketball, especially as a spectator. In high school he
wasn’t tall enough to go out for the team, or so he told himself. The CBA put on
as good a show as the NBA because all of the players and the coaches wanted to
be called up to the big league so they played their hearts out. They played for
the love of the game and the hope of being recognized for their talent,
determination and enthusiasm just so they had a slim chance of being called up.
They sure didn’t play for the money. They were paid poverty level salaries. The
player’s wives and girlfriends couldn’t travel with them because they stayed in
a rundown apartment building with two men sharing a tiny studio room and just a
small fridge and a microwave for cooking. However, the team’s owner did have to
spend a small fortune renovating the 7 apartments to accommodate the giants that
lived in them. Seven foot beds, higher doors than normal. Each bathroom had
handicapped toilets because they too were higher and could accommodate frames
that were nearly seven feet.
At the concession stand Jake worked his way through the crowd until he was
standing next to Clyde. “How’s it going, man?”
“Great,” Clyde answered. “Tell me what you want to eat and drink Jake. It’s on
me. I don’t pay for anything here.” He boasted.
“A hot dog and a Coors Light would be great.”
“You got it.”
When the order was filled they found a table for two squeezed into a corner. “I
love the Thunderbirds,” Jake said.
“Me too, the team coming to town was about the best thing that could have
happened to this place.” He took a bite of his hotdog and then washed it down
with a swig of beer. “I never miss a game.”
“I try to catch several home games during the season but I sure can’t see
everyone. Costs too damn much with parking and food. Emily, I think you’ve met
my wife, would like to come but that just about doubles the price of everything
so I usually come by myself.”
“Fuck man, that’s no fun.” Clyde seemed like he was thinking about what he
wanted to say next to Jake. The mention of Emily, Jake’s unbelievably beautiful
wife, caused a stir in his pants and made him wonder if he should tell Jake more
than common sense told him he should.
“I can’t afford these nights out any more than you my friend.” Clyde paused,
leaned a little closer to Jake then said, “Truth is, I don’t pay a cent for the
floor seat, parking, any food or beer. I don’t pay for anything period.”
“Okay. You’ve got me. Tell me the secret so that I can join your exclusive
“Wish I could, but I’d get my ass in a sling if I told you what’s going on.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Jake said, “You can’t tell me that you go to every home game,
sit in the best seats in the house, get free parking, food and beer and then not
tell me how you do it. That’s just not fair.”
“You’re right. You’re right. However, I think if I told you everything you want
to know you wouldn’t think very much of me.”
“What are you talking about Clyde?” He thought about what Clyde had said and
then asked him, “Is what you’re doing illegal?”
“I don’t think so.” Clyde responded with a puzzled look. It seemed as if this
was the first time he had wondered about the legality of whatever it was he was
doing. “No, I think it’s legal but a lot of people, probably you too Jake, might
say what we’re doing is just plain wrong.”
“Come on Clyde. We’re not getting anywhere. I don’t judge people. Whatever you
do is your business. It’s none of mine. Tell me what’s going on.”
“You’ve got to promise to keep what I tell you to yourself. You can’t tell
anyone, including your wife.” He said in a lowered voice.
“I Promise. Now go on.”
“This arrangement involves others, not just me. Actually, I’m the least of those
involved. It’s all about the players, the coaches and one other person. You know
that they play for peanuts with a chance, not much of a chance, but a chance to
make it big if they get called up. Hell, I’ve heard of a player going from
$7,000 for a season to $700,000 a year later and the sky’s the limit after
“Yeah, I know.”
“So these guys move here for the season. They stay at that crummy apartment
building and have to leave their wives and girlfriends back home.”
“I know that,” Jake said bordering on being irritated by how long Clyde was
taking but intrigued.
“Well, they get lonely. They players and the coaches I mean. Remember Jake,
these are guys that got all the pussy they could handle in college. If they were
in the NBA, or even a major city, they would be mobbed by beautiful women,
usually white women.”
Jake sat up straighter, leaned toward Clyde who now had his interest. Where the
fuck was this going he asked himself. To Clyde he just urged, “Go on.”
“Well, you’ve seen my wife. Maybe she can’t be compared with Emily, hell who
can, but most people think she’s really cute. At the beginning of the season I
brought her to the very first game. We sat in the general admission section
across from the Thunderbird’s bench, about where you’re sitting tonight. There
weren’t many women watching that game and none that could be compared with Liz.
She was smokin hot.”
Jake’s mouth dropped open but he didn’t say anything.
Clyde went on. “After the game, as we were leaving, a young trainer who couldn’t
have been a day over twenty came up to us and said, “Got a minute?” Liz and I
looked at each other and I said, “Sure. What’s on your mind?”
“I’m Brad, by the way.” He said with a huge smile showing perfect snow-white
teeth as he stuck out his hand.
“We’re Liz and Clyde,” I told the young man.
“Let me get right to the point,” said the energetic youthful trainer. “The
coach, and several of the players, saw the two of you in the stands and asked me
to come and talk with you.” He paused for just a second, cleared his throat and
went on with a little less self assurance than when he first approached them.
“The life that these guys lead here is far from the glamour of the NBA or even
when they were big men on college campuses.” He started walking away from the
crowd and indicated that we should follow him. “This is more private. I don’t
want the whole world to hear what I want to tell you.”
“Well Brad,” Liz said a little annoyed, “What do you want to talk about?”
“I like that,” Brad said turning to Clyde, “a woman who gets right to the point.
Okay, I will too. The players and the coaches are alone here. Let’s face it
Fargo isn’t the excitement capital of the world. These guys don’t know anybody
here except each other and they don’t know each other very well. The black
population in Fargo is essentially non existent. They don’t have their wives or
girlfriends with them. Obviously, they get very lonely, so one of the under the
table benefits that we try to provide for the team and the staff, is special
Both Liz and I were trying to digest what Brad had told us. “What does that have
to do with us?” I asked him.
Without missing a beat he said, “Like I told you, some of the players and the
coaches saw you tonight in the stands across from our bench.” He turned to me
and said, “They think Liz is hot. I hope you take that as a compliment and not
an insult. They would like to get to know her better while they’re here.”
“I remembered that several times during the game, players sitting on the bench
would look our way, sometimes point and whisper something to the player on their
right or left. I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time nor did I say
anything about it to Liz but I did like the idea of them looking at her.”
“There it was.” Clyde said to Jake. “Brad the trainer was a messenger sent to
ask both of us if Liz would be willing to fuck the team. I think we were both so
shocked we didn’t know what to say. Should we be offended? Should Liz have
slapped him? Should we just storm out indignantly?”
“So, what do you think?” Brad asked Liz and Clyde while flashing his boyish
smile at them.
“I saw that Liz was beet red and looking uncomfortably at her shoes. We’re small
town people Jake. Hell, you know that. We’ve never fucked around.” Clyde lowered
his voice and said to Jake, “Liz had been with two guys before me but they
didn’t amount to anything. I’m sure she was faithful during our marriage. Now,
she had just been asked to consider fucking ten players and two or three members
of the staff, most of them black men.”
I turned to Brad and said, “We’re both shocked. I don’t know what to say.”
I intended to say more but Brad cut me off. I sensed this wasn’t the first time
he had approached a couple. “Of course you’re shocked. I’d be surprised if you
weren’t. The woman that provided the companionship before just left with her
husband. He was transferred by the Air Force. Look, let me give you my card with
my cell phone number on it. Talk it over and give me a call. If this is
something you would like to do we can comp you seats on the floor, free parking
and free food and drink. I really hope you’ll consider it Liz and Clyde.” He
handed me his card with the cell number underlined.
“Thanks for listening to me. I’m sure it sounds kind of crazy but believe me you
can have a lot of fun with these guys. Look, I’ve got to run but I sure hope
we’ll see each other again.” And, just like that he was off.
Jake had almost forgotten about his hot dog and beer. This was the most amazing
and unbelievable thing he had ever heard. He took a swig and said, “Clyde, I’m
not a rocket scientist but because of your seats and privileges I assume that
you took him up on his offer. Is that right?”
“We did. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done but it wasn’t easy. Oh, I like the
free stuff here but that’s not what I mean. Liz is like a different woman. You
can’t even imagine what it’s done for her. She had no real sexual experience
except with me, like I told you and hell I know I’m no stud. Now she’s fucked
all of these big black jocks with cocks that go places in her pussy mine could
never go. She gets all the sex she wants which is a lot. She’s hotter with me
than she’s ever been and I get all the goodies. She’s not going to fall in love
with any of them. Hell, who even knows who is going to be here next week? The
roster on a CBA team changes faster and more frequently than a hooker changes
“I have to tell you, Jake the ride home after we left Brad was quiet. We were
each lost in our own thoughts. We didn’t talk about the proposition until we
were under the covers in our bed. I didn’t know what to say. Can you believe it?
She’s the one who brought it up.”
“Wasn’t that about the craziest thing you ever heard?” Liz asked me.
“What exactly do you mean babe?” I asked her.
“I mean to think that the players would be interested in me. I’m older than any
of them. I’ve had three kids. My boobs are starting to sag. These guys could get
any woman they want. I wonder if there’s a catch.”
“I don’t think there is a catch. Let’s face it Liz, you’re great looking.”
“Maybe for my age but they could choose from any of the ten Thunderbird dancers.
I’ll bet none of them are more than 22.”
“I would guess that all of the dancers are looking for a husband, not a fuck.
Wouldn’t you think that the players would know that? Brad told us that many of
the players are already married. I would guess that they are married to someone
that they love who may be the mother of their kids. Liz, you can bet that they
don’t want some little dancer in Fargo to fuck things up for them no matter how
horny they get.” I admit I was surprised that she seemed to be considering
Brad’s proposition so I flat out asked her, “Liz, are you thinking about doing
“Oh no, not really, I guess I’m flattered that out of all the women that were
there tonight, Brad was asked to approach me, I mean approach us.”
“Could you do something like that? Liz, could you go to the apartment building
and go to bed with the players and the staff? Could you?”
“Emotionally, no I couldn’t.” She said without any real conviction. “Physically,
since all women are built pretty much the same, I guess I could. What about you,
Clyde, what do you think of the idea?”
“You know me, Liz. I’m just an old horn dog. I’ve told you a hundred times I’d
love to see you fuck another guy or for us to get involved in swinging. I never
thought we would have a chance to do something like this right here in Fargo. I
thought that if anything like this could ever happen to us it would have to be
when we were on a trip, the farther away the better. But, hell, yeah, I’m cool
with it if it’s something you want to try.”
“I’ll have to think about it some more. It would be horrible for the kids if
they were to find out that their mom was fucking the basketball team. I’m a big
girl and know how to make sure I don’t get knocked up or sick. It’s more about
us. I think it would change us.”
“The talking stopped. Liz had something else on her mind. She attacked me. Fuck
man, she raped me. I must have been inside her cunt more than a thousand times
before but that night it was hotter, wetter and better than ever. I knew that it
wasn’t me that brought all of that out, it was the thought of all that strange
black cock and what the owners of those cocks wanted to do to her.”
“By the next morning Liz agreed to do it though I could tell she was terrified.
She asked me to call Brad on his cell and tell him he had a deal. The rest is
history. This has been going on for more than a month. Liz must have been fucked
more than a hundred times by the guys. Also, while Brad hadn’t mentioned it to
us, out of town teams also get lonely. If they know the right trainer, sometimes
that loneliness can be forgotten for an hour or two.”
“Wow! That’s unbelievable Clyde. How many other women are there?”
“Oh there a couple of young girls but the guys hate them. They’re immature and
just silly little groupies. Basically Liz is doing all the heavy lifting by
By now, Jake was becoming a little suspicious. He had warned me not to tell
anyone about what he would tell me. He wondered now if that was true. “So,
Clyde, why did you tell me this?”
“Shit man. You kept pressing me.”
“But you went into detail that you didn’t have to. Is there something more that
I need to know?”
Clyde looked down at the table. He played with his nearly empty beer glass
before he looked at me. “As great as Liz is. As hot a fuck as she’s become.
She’s told me that some of them would like someone new. Recently, a couple of
players have asked Liz if she has a friend? She told them she would have to
think about it.”
“Well Jake, what about Emily? Do you think this is something she might enjoy?”
Jake guessed that most husbands would have been highly insulted by such a
suggestion but he wasn’t. There were many ways he could have answered Clyde’s
question. Deep down, in a place that only Emily had recently discovered, the
truthful answer would have been Jake hoped his wife would enjoy all that big
black cock because that’s exactly what he have been thinking about for a couple
of years. But he didn’t tell Clyde that.
“If I told Emily what you had suggested, Clyde, she’d have my head. My guess is
my bag would be packed within about ten minutes. I would be shown the door. She
would file for divorce.”
“You just might be surprised. Liz told me that all women think about fucking
other men and especially big black men. Look at the size of these guys, Jake.
Their cocks match the rest of them. Hell, they’re the best conditioned athletes
in the world. Endurance, stamina moves you couldn’t imagine and they can go on
forever. Trust me my friend, you would be doing Emily a big favor.”
“Not a chance.” Jake didn’t say this out of sheer ignorance. For more than a
year he had told her how much he wanted to see her get fucked by another man. At
first that just made her furious. After a couple of months went by they used it
as a fantasy and it made both of them hot. Nevertheless, no matter how hard Jake
tried, with porn tapes, dildos and promises she said that was something she just
couldn’t do. She was his wife and no one elses. Sex was between a husband and a
wife. His crazy thinking was counter to everything she had been taught.
“Well, let’s go enjoy the second half. It’s probably already started. Come sit
with me. That won’t be a problem for just the rest of this game.” Clyde said as
he stood up.
He talked with someone at the Thunderbird bench and a padded chair was placed
right next to Clyde’s. Clyde insisted that Jake sit next to the bench. The
players were all friendly to him. He couldn’t help but notice that the distance
from the soles of their feet to their knees must have been six inches higher
than on my leg. The coach came over and introduced himself. He too was a black
guy. Jake had no idea if Clyde had said something to them about him and
especially about Emily but he might have.
The rest of the game was really a blur to Jake. He couldn’t concentrate on
strategy and the score. All Jake could think about was these giant athletes
fucking Clyde’s wife. Before the game ended, he was also imagining them between
Emily’s beautiful long legs.
Clyde and Jake said their goodbyes. Clyde had preferred parking so they parted
at his dusty old pick up truck. Before Jake left Clyde said, “Buddy, I really
think this might be as good for you and Emily as it has been for Liz and me.
Don’t say no. Just say you’ll think about it. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
The drive home was on auto pilot. Jake remembered none of it. He assumed he had
stopped at all of the stop signs and red lights. Obviously he made all of the
correct turns because before he knew it he was pulling in his driveway.
“Honey, I’m home.”
“We’re watching TV,” she said.
When Jake walked in the den she put a finger to her lips to warn me that the
kids weren’t really watching television because they had fallen asleep. “How was
the game?” She whispered.
“Great,” was the same answer he always gave her.
“Who won?” She asked.
Jake was stumped. He couldn’t remember who won and didn’t know what to tell her.
She sensed something was wrong and said, “Jake all I asked was who won. I didn’t
ask if you had cheated on me,” She said with a smile.
“We did. I’m going up to take a shower and hit the sack.” He told her hoping
that they really had won and if they hadn’t she wouldn’t bother to check it out.
When she slipped in bed naked, as always, and snuggled up next to him it was
just too much for Jake. He rolled over to her and pressed my lips to her moist
ones. Our tongues touched gently at first and then more intently, her hand slid
down his chest to his tummy, and then lower. His cock was hard as stone. Jake
didn’t need any help but their ritual seemed to require that she engulf my
throbbing cock in the oral cavity that my tongue had just been probing.
“Oh baby, take it easy, I’ll come in ten seconds.”
“Wow! That must have been some basketball game.”
“It was just a game,” Jake said, catching his breath as his oozing glans hit the
back of her throat.
Jake’s fingers went exploring and found her fine, sparce pubic hair. When his
index finger touched her cleft and then went lower until it gently touched her
swollen clit, she moaned around his pulsing cock. His finger went lower and
discovered that while she is always moist, tonight she was drenched.
“Wow! That must have been some television show.” They both laughed.
Jake couldn’t wait any longer. She lay on her back with her legs parted and bent
at the knees as He moved between them. He rubbed the head of his dick up and
down her slit from her little asshole to her swollen clitoris. And then he
pushed into her all the way in a single motion until she engulfed him and their
pubic hairs mingled. As he lay down on her they kissed again. Her arms held him
tightly as they slowly began to move in the familiar way that husbands and wives
do after they have been married for more than fifteen years.
This was always the time that Jake would start his chatter at least for the last
year. By now she expected it. He just didn’t know if she liked it or if she was
humoring him. He broke the kiss looked down at her and smiled. “Baby you are so
beautiful when you’re fucking. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I
love to be inside you. I love to feel the inside of your cunt, your moisture
that you produced just so you could get fucked by a big dick.”
“Oh yes baby. Fuck me with that big dick.”
“My cock’s not so big. Average I would say.”
“It’s big to me. I love it. I love it in me. I love it in me anywhere.”
“I love to watch you fuck. I love to hear the little sounds that you make when
we get closer to cumming. I would love to watch another guy fuck you so I could
take in the whole picture. When I’m part of it, it’s just not the same.”
“How would you know?”
“You know that’s about all that I think about. If I had a more demanding job I’m
not sure that I could do it because all I think about is you, your beautiful
body, your gorgeous face, your perky boobs, your snatch that is without equal on
the planet. That’s what I think about.”
They kept moving slowly. They each adjusted and altered their pace. She just
kept getting wetter and wetter. “Emily, I’m not kidding when I tell you I’m sure
you are the greatest fuck on earth. I really mean it.”
“Jake, baby,” she gasped, “you’re so sweet but every adult who is healthy or not
bound by some religious prohibition fucks. They fuck just like we do. They fuck
like we are fucking now. Some more often than others and some more intently but
trust me, they all fuck.”
He smiled at her use of the word “fuck.” Until a year ago she hardly ever cursed
and never used the “f” word. Now when they were making love she used it a lot
because she knew how hot Jake got when she talked dirty.
“I don’t think so.” Jake said. She was about to pull his semen right through him
but he held back as best he could. “It’s not me. I’m pretty average. It’s you.
You know you’re extraordinarily beautiful. You know you come every time and most
women can’t say that. You know you could always go for more when I’m empty and
exhausted. No, my love it is you. I think you know it.”
That must have taken her over the edge. “Fuck me Jake. Pound me. Tear my pussy
up. Fill me up. Never stop, never stop, never stop.” she screamed as she had a
Of course, he was so close that he did all of those things she asked him to do
Before Jake drifted off to sleep he said, “Emily, I want what’s best for you. I
want you to be sexually satisfied like no woman has ever been. I want you to
experience variety of every kind imaginable.”
“You’re all I need my love.”
“Maybe that’s what you think now. But if you won’t do it for yourself, I mean if
you won’t fuck other guys for you,” He paused then said something that he had
never said before knowing that he was about to cross another line in is effort
to get her to fuck other guys, “Emily, then do it for me.”
There was dead silence from her side. Jake wasn’t even sure that she was
breathing. Finally, in a soft voice she said, “I’ll think about it,” as she
slightly wiggled her bare ass still wet from his semen that had oozed out of her
pussy against his cock still wet from the juices.
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