Fed by the NFL gang-2

“Tell you what, Jamal. I’ll get Eve to perform her strip act. It’s a classic. She starts in a long slinky gown and gloves, and slowly strips to her nylons and garter belt. It’s quite a tease.”

“Perfect! After a hard week and a half on the track, we’ll be in the mood for just that. Oh, and Tom, one more thing. While we’re at camp the next couple of weeks, we’re not gonna be having any sex. No chance. I’d appreciate it if you and your wife could hold off too until next weekend. It will be a lot more fun for all of us.”

I agreed. Jamal was always right about such things.

As the week dragged on, my promise to Jamal became harder to keep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the weekend. Pictures of my wife being taken by big black males filled my thoughts night and day. I grew so horny I couldn’t sleep. I knew Eve was becoming hot, too. Playing with each other in bed at night only made it worse.

Since our marriage Eve and I enjoyed kissing and fondling each other most nights, even when we didn’t have sex. She tickled my balls, penis and ass while we french kissed and I kneaded her clit. It was one way we showed affection.

By Thursday, I was so worked up I couldn’t concentrate on my job or anything else.

Finally Friday rolled around. We had taken the day off. We spent the morning selecting things to pack.

“Maybe I should try them on for you, darling.” For the next two hours she tried on various combinations of bras, garter belts, bustiers, nylon stockings, skirts and tops, along with at least a dozen pairs of shoes. Next she tried on sexy costumes we had acquired from special catalogues. One was a French maid outfit, very frilly in black with white lace. Another was a schoolgirl dress and blouse, with white stockings with little bows at the top. We took both. The stripper dress we selected was long, red, and satiny, with a zipper back, beaded front, and gloves to match.

The trip passed uneventfully. The anticipation created a sexual tension that permeated the air. Eve remained unusually quiet. I hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts. We arrived on time and were greeted warmly by Jamal.

“Tom, Eve! Great to see you. How’s our little honey?” Eve gave him a big kiss and a smile.

“We’ve missed you, Jamal. It’s so nice to see you!”

“Let me introduce you to my friends.” He led us into the condo where we were met by four enormous ebony hunks. I thought I recognized them from the NFL, but wasn’t sure because they looked so different dressed in slacks and sport shirts.

“This is Python,” he said pointing to a grinning young black man towering over Eve and me. “It’s his nickname, if you don’t mind. We want to protect our privacy here.”

Python held out his hand and Eve lifted hers to meet it. Her tiny hand disappeared in his big paw. When he shook my hand, it felt like a padded bear trap. If he had a cock to match, it would be a doozy.

“Nice to meet you folks,” he said. “I’m sure looking forward to getting to know you better.” His eyes rolled over Eve’s dainty figure. “You’re sure a little lady, hardly up to my arm. Jamal’s told me about you two, and I can’t believe how nice it is to see you.”

Next Jamal introduced a mammoth of a man, not as tall as Python, but much heavier, maybe 300 pounds of muscle. His eyes were shining as we walked up to him.

“Meet Bulldog, a great lineman if there ever was one.” Bulldog’s hand was even larger than Python’s. I was beginning to wonder whether we had gotten over our heads in agreeing to Jamal’s scheme. Bulldog didn’t even try to shake hands with Eve. Instead he leaned down and gave her a kiss on each cheek.

“I’m really pleased to meet you. Such a wonderful couple. It’s real thoughtful of you to want to spend some time with us.”

Behind Bulldog came Whoppie, taller and lithe. I guessed him to be a running back or defensive end. I would have known for sure if I followed Jamal’s team regularly.

“Whoppie won a lot of game for us last season,” said Jamal. He’s got amazing endurance. He once played four quarters and then ran 10 miles in a race to win a bet.”

A little shy, Whoppie greeted us politely. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger. He moved quickly for such a big man.

“You’re even littler than I expected,” he said to Eve. “I know fourth graders taller than you.” He smiled.

“I’m not so short when I wear my heels,” she replied. “I’m a lot taller!” Eve could be sensitive about her height. She needn’t have been, because her body was beautifully proportioned.

“And now I want you to meet my old friend Donk. Short for Donkey.” Another mountain of meaty black sinews, Donk greeted us with a wide smile and flashing white teeth. He seemed the oldest of the guys, over 30 for sure.

“Hey, the pleasure’s mine. Y’all are most welcome! Anything you need, just tell it to Donk.” He embraced Eve in a bear hug, which nearly enveloped her, and shook my hand with gusto.

“How did you come by your nicknames,” asked Eve.

They tittered a moment before Donk answered.

“Well, Miss, you see our teammates gave them to us. They sorta fit, I reckon.”

“What he means, Eve,” added Jamal, “is they got their monikers from the team showers.”

We all cracked up, including Eve. “Very interesting. I expect I’ll find out more about that.”

Feeling more relaxed than when we came in, we settled down to hear Jamal, who was taking on the air of host, announce the plan for the evening.

“Gentlemen, we need to give Eve a little time to freshen up. Drinks are at 7 sharp and dinner whenever. It’s party night!”