A sports loving couple

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 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 few groups 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 low-lit 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 couldn't 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 a Saturday... 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.