A close finish

Sweat was beading on my forehead as I watched the match unfold. The timer read fifteen minutes remaining but it seemed to be constantly stopping , so who knows how much more time there really was.

Watching the Bulls score again against the Eagles, or 'cucks' as Callum would have it, I noticed something. Whenever somebody scored their points didn't go up by one, but by two. What the hell was the point of that? Why would scoring a goal, or whatever you call it, not just give you one point!

Their must have been some reason, or people just normally didn't care about it, but for me it was a huge problem. It meant that the huge point lead the Bulls were already catching up on, was only half as big as I thought it was.

"They're putting in Harley for the final push." Callum said, watching the screen far less intensely than I was. "Your cucks talk a big game but they just lack the stamina to finish things off."

"Yeah well... this Harley guy better be good because your team sure needs it!" Fuck. I had no idea what was going on but it didn't look good. People on the screen were chanting this guys name as he came onto the field, and one girl even had it painted onto her chest.

"Dinners almost ready boys!" Sarah said from the kitchen door.

Sarah wasn't the type to talk about doing something and then not do it so I shouldn't have been suprised, but still did a double take looking at her. She hugged the door frame, giving us a side view of her tantalising form. From her bare feet, up to her juicy thick thighs, her supple soft waist and a very generous amount of siddboob.

She was covered only with a long white apron, and a cute pair of pink cotton panties. She'd tied the apron up right below her chest, keeping it tight on her so it emphasised every curve.

"Or are you too busy betting over who gets to sleep with me to eat?" She had a cute innocent smile on her face, and a day ago I might have assumed she'd accidentally used that double entendre. But I knew it was intentionally, something to tease and excite me with even as I knew she wouldn't really go that far.

"It's not much of a bet as your boy here put it." Callum said. He was taking in the view of Sarah as much as I was, even rubbing the outline of his cock that was visible against his shorts.

"Well I'm still a little disappointed you didn't let me join in!" She walked over behind me, pressing her chest into the back of my head while she rubbed my shoulders. "You can't just decide who's sleeping with me without my input."

"I, I didn't mean-"

"Naughty boy. I think I'll be sitting with Callum as the match finishes up!"

She walked over, swaying her hips and taking me with the view of her ass. She turned and bent over slowly as she decended to her seat, not on the couch but onto Callum's lap. She took her time sitting down and I could see Callum adjusting himself for her. I couldn't tell exactly what was going on through the material of the apron, but I bet the asshole was placing his cock somewhere Sarah would be able to feel it.

He didn't spend all the time on himself though. As Sarah got closer to his lap I could see his hands on her under the apron. It looked like he was getting a good grip of her, feeling her sides and moving down to hold her thighs. His hands must have been gripping too tight, hurting her, because she starting scrunching her face up and biting her lip.

"You like how my, 'lap' feels babe?" Callum said chuckling.

He must have thought I was completly oblivious to not notice what was going on. I knew Sarah would be feeling his hard cock pressing against her. Maybe against her thighs or maybe ...other areas.

She looked at me and her expression was... mixed? I could tell she was enjoying the feeling if it, but a part of her was, hmmm, conflicted?

I could guess what was happening. Callum's cock must have been rubbing against her pussy. I could see the small movements he was making and how she reacted to them, she was worried this was taking things to far.

"You-, you look beautiful in that apron Sarah." I told her, trying to assuage her doubts. Yes his cock being close to her like that was pushing things beyond what had already happened, but this was okay. There were two layers of clothing between them, and it did seem to really excite her.

She blessed from the compliment, putting a hand over her mouth as she got flustered.

"Mmhhnn, thha-nks Liam."She said. Her voice craking as she tried to compose herself. "S-so how do you play this gnhh- game?"

Callum was being rougher with her after my comment, bucking his hips a little to bounce her. He clearly didn't apreciste that verbal conformation of our love, and seeing him act out like this was honestly a bit pathetic.

"Come on slut, you should know." His words had a meaner edge to them now. "You used to be best friends with everyone on the team."

"Thats, ugghh, that's not true. I don't think they, MmmHhh, even kneeew my name..." She gripped her hands back into the couch to stabilise herself as Callum did his childish power play. Rocking her on his lap, and making her uncomfortable. He was acting like that immature school boy he'd been, and just like back then Sarah was doing her best to ignore and not acknowledge it.

"Hmmm, well you're probably right about that last part."

As hard as it was to take my eyes off of them, I had to kept glancing at the game and checking the score. The sexual tension in the room as Callum grinded his cock on Sarah didn't help my heart rate as the Bulls score kept rising.

"They're tied now." I said in disbelief as they scored again with less than a minute on the clock.

"Ohhhh Fuuccck." Sarsh said over the eruption of chearing on the TV.

I could see how horny this situation had gotten her, how she was dripping with desire and lust. It emanated out of her, like a tangible thing I could touch or smell. I wanted so desperately to win now, but it was seeming less likely than ever.

The timer buzzed, announcing the end of the match. The game moving into overtime as the crowd cleared wildly.

"Fuuck yes!" Callum grunted. "Lets fucking finish this!"

Callum leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Sarah under her apron. The sudden movement forward seemed to shock her, making her whole body shake.

I could see the outline of his hand feeling her up, griping and grabing her tits and he bounced her on his lap with a greater intensity. Even as the game deciding shots were taken, I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Couldn't look away from the site of my girlfriend being used like an object.

"Cu-MhhMmm-come here Liam..." The **** on Sarah's body was making it difficult for her to talk, but she still beckoned me over.

I did as she asked, concious of how obvious the tent it my pants would be as I stood up. I could hear the wet sounds of their flesh slapping together now that i was closer. She must have drenched his lap through her panties to make it sound like that.

"If, Mmhhhh, if Cal wins... I don't want you sleeping on the couch." She took my hands, gripping tightly against my fingers and pulling me closer to them. "I want you in that bed as well!"

"What?" I said at the same time as Callum. He slowed down rubbing against Sarah, but she just took control. Bucking herself against him while pulling me on top of them.

I could feel her work herself against his cock, bouncing herself up, down and deep into him. He was too close to the edge to do anything but ride it out and let her finish him off. I was too for that matter.

She kissed me. Wild and passionate with her tongue interlocking with mine, but there was still a tenderness to it. A connection and desire that went deeper than any surface level lust could.

Between deep passionate kisses she spoke with bated breaths, he voice sounding almost unhinged as she brought herself to the edge of climaxing.

"I want you! It's not fair, it'd not right, its not good but I need you!"

She had me pulled onto her lap, rubbing my crotch as she worked herself against Callum. Watching her tease me with Callum had me already so close to cumming, I wouldnt last much longer even with the minimal stimulation.

"But I want, no, maybe need more! But, fuuck thats not."

"I need you too!" I said kissing her back just as deeply. She pulled me off though, looking away and he body began to tremble.

"No- You can't- It's not- I'm not-"

Her tense rambling was interrupted by the piercing groan Callum let out and he reached his limit. I could feel him buckle against Sarah as he unloaded his cum violently.

The energy seemed to drain out of her as Callum finished up. Not the blissful afterglow of a climax, but a hollow stilted thing.

"I'm not right for you." She said, her voice soft and distant

I could see regret on her face, shame maybe. She wouldnt look at me anymore, her eyes blankly stsring off into the distance. It wasn't the kind of expression I was used to seeing on here.

I hated it.

I pulled her off Callum and slammed her onto the other half of the couch, crashing down on top of her. I was probably being to rough with her but I needed to snap her out of this.

"I love every part of you." I said, staring into her eyes even as she wouldn't meet mine. With one hand I kept her pinned down while the other I slipped under her apron.

"Every inch of you, every part is beautiful." My words weren't kind or gentle, and neither was my touch. With no ceremony I took three fingers and started fucking her slopping wet pussy. It felt amazing to be inside her, to feel her body tense and react to my touch.

"Ohh God, fuuck! No, MmhhnnhhH, you don't understand!" She put a hand over mine and for a moment I thought she would make me stop. Instead she just seemed to rub her hand around, collecting her own fluids on it. With her own ferocity she took hold of my waist, shoving my pants down and taking hold of my cock in her bare hands.

"I'm too fucked up!" She demanded, pumping her slick hand up and down my cock.

"Not for me." I ran my thumb over her clit as my fingers thrusted inside her. Running light circles on it as her hands relentlessly milked the cum out of my dick.

She looked at me and I could see the tinge of hope in her eyes. I bit into her lips, and felt her tighten against my hands in the same moment I'd reached my limit. We held each other, riding out the shock waves of pleasure one.

"Fuuckkk, fuuck, yes, FUUCK." The words flowed out of her and I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had made that happen.

We stayed there, our bodies held together, for a moment. Just feeling each other breathe. The cheering on the TV was the loudest it had been but I just didn't care about that anymore.

If she really thought I didn't understand her she was wrong. No, it wasnt me. It was her who needed to understand. I'd been putting it off, waiting for a perfect moment but I knew now I couldn't wait a day more.

I didn't want Sarah to be my girlfriend anynore.

I needed her to be my wife.