Losing control at the sports bar

My wife Nicole and I are huge football fans - she hadn't always been, but over the years my passion for the game and my team rubbed off on her. Eventually she was a devoted disciple just like me, attending games with me whenever we could and shouting and hollering at the TV along side me whenever we couldn't.

We had gotten so involved that when one particularly important game was being held in a neighbouring state we decided to make the trip, taking the six hour drive to cheer on the team in person. That's when everything changed.

The trip started out perfectly - we were in great spirits, dressed in team colours and singing along to our party playlist. We were confident it was going to be a big win and we couldn't wait to see it live and rub the opposition's noses in it when they lost.

Now I must mention that Nicole is generally quite a reserved woman, quiet and respectful, but when she gets swept up in the game, especially after a couple of drinks she can become quite rowdy - rude even. Add to that her preferred supporter outfit - a tight team jersey that showed off her generous breasts and tight fitting yoga pants that hugged her ample rear - and she became quite the spectacle once she got going. At only five foot, five she could be quite loud for her size too, her high pitched voice often piercing through the crowd noise better than my own, deeper voice.

While Nicole was a little chubby, her weight was in all the right places and when she was in full flight, jumping up and down excitedly in team colours I felt like a lucky man, often noticing other guys checking her out. Win or lose I was always eager to get her home and pleasure her and she was eager to let me. She was never very assertive when it came to sex and she usually let me do my thing. I adored eating her out, making her cum a couple of times with my tongue before fucking her raw... it would never take long before I came inside her afterwards, her moans taking me most of the way there before I even entered her.

We were still a couple of hours from the stadium when Nicole announced she needed to pee. A quick break to stretch my legs seemed like a good idea, so I pulled into the next town where we found a bar. We still had plenty of time so I decided we could have a quick drink, buy some pre-games for Nicole and get back on the road with time to spare.

The place was dark and dingy, a typical small town dive bar with a handful of locals either holding up the bar, playing pool or watching another game on TV. An awkward silence greeted us as we entered and I immediately felt uneasy. We were already deep in enemy territory and our allegiance was clear to all, our gaudy fan gear standing out in the dim bar. Nicole moved straight to the bathroom drawing the eye of just about every guy there, leaving me to get the drinks.

Once Nicole disappeared into the bathroom general conversation started up again, but I could feel eyes on me - I was an out of towner in their local and I could already tell I wasn't welcome. As I waited for the beers, a guy at the bar grunted something at me, a question I realised. I explained we were passing through on our way to the game, then headed to an empty table to wait for Nicole.

Refreshed, Nicole joined me and quickly finished off her beer as we chatted, oblivious to the stares she was attracting from the locals. Looking around I realised she was the only woman there, a fact that made me even more uncomfortable but when she practically begged for another drink I couldnt say no, we still had time. As I waited at the bar I heard Nicole's laugh and turned to find one of the younger guys, tall and bearded, leaning in and chatting to her. I pushed down the nervous anger I felt rising and willed the bartender to hurry up. By the time I got back to the table he had gone back to playing pool, but Nicole had a smirk on her lips as I passed her the beer.

"What happened, Nic?" I asked, trying my best to keep the nervousness I felt from my tone.

"Oh nothing honey, he was just trying to rile me up about the game. All these guys are probably against us you know."

I nodded as I looked about, finishing up my beer as Nicole worked on her second.

"Look, we should get out of here... we don't want to be late." I told her quietly and she agreed, knocking back the last of her drink in one gulp and rising abruptly, almost knocking over her chair.

"I'll just grab a couple to go and we'll be off." she declared heading to the bar before I could stop her. As I watched her sidle in between a couple of guys and order I couldn't help feel slightly uneasy about the way they didn't move for her, the way they seemed to press their bodies againt hers as she spoke to the bartender. She was done quickly however, bouncing back to my side as I headed for the exit. Several pairs of eyes watched us leave and I breathed a sigh of relief as we stepped out into the parking lot.

"Ok! To the game!" I announced theatrically in an attempt to lighten my mood. We got into the car, Nicole popping a beer as she settled into the passenger seat. I buckled in and went to start the car only to be met with nothing but a faint buzzing hum. Confused, I tried again but to no avail. Somehow in the short time we had been in the bar, the car had completely died. My mind started racing - it was already early evening on the weekend... it was unlikely that there would be anywhere in town open at this time that could help. Unlikely there was anywhere for miles.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel in frustration. "Looks like we're stuck in this shithole."

Nicole pouted. "Maybe someone in there can help? Otherwise, at least we can still watch the game." She gave me one of her playful smiles that she knew would cheer me up.

I let out a defeated sigh. "Ugh, fine... let's go in and ask around. Worst case we'll just get drunk and watch the game here. We can sleep in the car if we have to."

"That's the spirit!" Nicole chirped, taking a swig of beer and handing me the bottle. "We're in for a big night whatever happens!" she said with a grin. How prophetic those words would become.

"Back already?" the bartender asked disinterestedly as we stepped back inside, half the bar turning to watch our return, all eyes quickly sliding over to Nicole.

"Car trouble." I explained with a shake of the head. "Don't suppose there's anyone around who can help at this hour?"

The negative grunts that came in response were expected, one older, husky guy sitting at the bar explaining our best hope was that the local mechanic might be around some time tomorrow. Resigned to our fate, we orded a shot and a beer each and returned to our table, preparing to settle in for the night.

"Well babe, here's to new experiences. It might not be what we had planned, but lets get fucked up!" We clinked our shots together before knocking them back, then set about getting properly drunk. We were several rounds in by the time the game started, our moods significantly improved and we had even made friends with a couple of the locals who had engaged in some friendly banter about the match.

Nicole was particularly feisty, a few drinks ahead of me she was giving it back to the locals, even agreeing to a few little wagers here and there... shots for scores, that kind of thing. In my increasingly drunken state I began to find the general vibe fun and relaxing, Nicole's playfulness rubbing off on me. The fact our team was winning certainly helped, by half time we were well in front with several shots - our winnings - lined up on our table.

From there the night quickly became more blurry, our team's continued success driving us on to more and more excessive drinking. The game was such a blow out that when one of the locals proposed a new bet Nicole outright laughed in his face.

"We win it from here and you have to give us a kiss..." he proposed confidently. "Lose and we'll pay for your tab tonight, whatever it costs to fix your car as well."

Before I even had time to think about it I heard Nicole cry gleefully, "Deal!"

Chuckling to myself I turned back to the screen, struggling to make out the graphics clearly, the numbers coming into focus just enough for me to realise the lead was not quite as significant as I had thought it was. With only a few minutes left I wasn't too worried though. Free drinks and car repairs were in the bag.

Then everything fell apart. Nicole was too busy chatting and teasing the locals to notice at first, but the momentum of the game swung rapidly. In no time scores were level and then, just as she finally started paying attention, the opposition hit the lead.

"What the fuck just happened, no... no!" Nicole cried, still playful but with real frustration in her voice. She had been teasing the local guys all night about how shit their team was and here she was, about to eat humble pie. The game ended and just like that, we had lost.

I held my head in my hands for a long time, dejected but also attempting to stop it from spinning. Now the distraction of the game was gone I had time to realise how drunk I was, and I was not feeling well at all. Sensing a strange hush fall over the bar I **** myself upright and looked around, gradually getting my bearings as blurry shapes came into focus. There, in the embrace of one of the locals was Nicole, my wife, leaning up and kissing him passionately. It took several moments for my brain to process what I was seeing as the man's hand reached behind her to squeeze her ass as he leaned in deeper, enveloping her in his arms.

Despite my wobbly legs, my first instinct was to barge over and rescue Nicole, but then I saw something that gave me pause. As the man groped my wife's chubby ass through her yoga pants, I saw Nicole's reach up to his chest, not to push him away but instead to grip his shirt, grabbing for something to keep her from falling. She was loving it and the realisation set my stomach churning. Recognising that I was about to be sick I turned away and staggered to the bathroom, just making it in time before I hurled up a foul concoction of cheap **** into the filthy bowl.

I am not sure how long I was in the bathroom for, but it felt like an eternity of hell as my body tried to expel every last drop I had consumed over the last few hours. I saw stars and my head swam but eventually I felt well enough to head back into the bar, Nicole half forgotten until I staggered back through the door.

Watching my step, the first thing I noticed was a scrunched up piece of fabric. As I stepped closer I made out the colours, my team colours. I picked up what I quickly realised was Nicole's top, staring at it in confusion as I turned it over in my hands. Looking up, I spotted the locals grouped together at one end of the pool table and staggered closer, peering between the figures in an attempt to see what they were gathered around. When I finally saw it, my heart leapt in my throat and my stomach dropped but I could only freeze, holding myself steady against the bar as I looked on.

At the centre of the group of men was my wife, bare chested and on her knees. Her head bobbed back and forth on what appeared to be a massive cock as two others swung right in her face. She had her fingers wrapped around one and stroked it in time with her head movements and when she pulled back, turned and took that one into her mouth it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. It was like watching porn, but live in person with my wife as the star. I froze in horror, eventually noticing that many of the other men crowded around also had their cocks out and were stroking them. It was at once the most erotic and the most terrifying sight I had ever seen and in that moment I am ashamed to say, I simply shut down. Despite not being able to move, to act, I felt my own cock stiffen as I watched on. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I couldn't believe that my body would react in such a shameful way.

I don't know how long I watched on in silence for, having entered a trance like state as I watched my wife eagerly work those three cocks but I remember what snapped me out of it. When the man Nicole was sucking withdrew his cock and gave it a few rapid strokes, then exploded all over her pretty face I felt bile rising from my stomach once more. Reality struck as he painted her with his load and I gagged. A second man grabbed her hair and turned her towards him just as he too ejaculated all over my wife's face and tits and I had to turn and stagger back to the bathroom, another round of violent outbursts hitting me suddenly.

Struggling to simply breathe in the filthy stall, my mind was a mess. What the fuck was going on, why was Nicole doing this? Why was I letting it happen? My cock strained inside my pants despite everything and the overwhelming sense of confusion was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Worst of all was imagining what might be happening to my wife out there while I was indisposed. Surely it couldn't escalate further could it? I fought to get back to a state where I could return to the bar and rescue Nicole, but it took far longer than I hoped.

By the time I managed to stumble out of the bathroom for a second time I was seeing a little straighter even if I was still unsteady on my feet. The sight that met me as I re-entered the bar almost knocked me off them however, and again I froze, my mind needing time to catch up with what I was seeing. From where I stood I could see through a gap in the guys watching on, Nicole was lying face down on the pool table, bent at the waist with legs dangling over the side. A large older man gripped her by the hips and pushed himself into her hard and repeatedly from behind, making a wet, smacking sound with each thrust. Nicole's tights were pulled down to her ankles effectively binding her legs together and she struggled to keep her head off the felt table top by bracing herself with her elbows.

My wife's face and hair was a mess, plastered with cum, sweat and her own saliva, but somehow I could still make out her expression. Her lidded eyes expressed her deep sense of overwhelming pleasure, her face shifting between expressions of shock, wonder, horror and absolute bliss with each powerful stroke. But it was the sounds she was making that really cemented the scene in my mind. Helpless whimpers, needy gasps - sounds even I had never heard her make before. And worse was her voice, high pitched and croaky, begging for for more, urging the fat old man on, pleading with him to fill her up.

And fill her up he did. Grabbing Nicole's hair roughly in his fist, he pulled her head back towards him, arching her back as he held himself deep. In that moment, straining and red faced, Nicole's gaze met my own, her cloudy eyes swimming in bliss as her lips split into a dopey smile. It was the most perverse thing I had had ever seen and it left me both both intensely aroused and heartbroken. The man growled triumphantly as he came deep inside my wife, inseminating her, then in what seemed to me like slow motion, slid himself from her and stepped back. Even from across the room, the sight of his rock hard member bouncing free, dripping onto the floor shocked me, but when he reached out and lifted Nicole aloft showing of her gushing pussy, his thick load sluicing down my folds I broke.

As my wife was passed over to other members of the crowd I had to hold onto something for balance, my legs going weak and my world spinning as my own cock erupted inside my pants.