The guys are coming over for a party!

You weigh your options as you get up out of bed. This is going to be a fun day! Then you suddenly realize you had invited a bunch of your buddy's over to watch more playoff games today! You begin to wonder if Jess remembered about them coming over? Joey, Frank, and Bob come over almost every Sunday to watch football, since you have the big screen television. It's usually a good thing, they bring the food and the beer, you just provide the tv!

You wonder if you should call the guys and cancel. Just as you are about to make the call, an idea pops into your head. "Jess?" you ask as she stirs from the bed, "Were you serious about our bet?" You try to give her an out!

"A bet's a bet, and if I had won I would have held you to it, so I shouldn't try and welch. Why do you ask?" She looks at you with wide questioning eyes, her hair framing her body as it cascades down across her chest, tantalizingly hiding her pert little nipples.

You say nothing as you get dressed in your jeans and your favorite football team's jersey. You always wear that Jersey on Sunday when your team is playing, always saying that it brings you good luck, even when it doesn't! Your team is playing today, so you hope your current luck is going to continue! It's at that point that Jess apparently realizes what day it is! "We better hurry, the guys'll be over soon! We got to clean the den up before they get here!" Then you remember the bet again. "Wait," you say getting Jess' attention, "I won the bet, so you clean the den!"

If looks could kill, the look you're getting from Jess would put you in the grave. Jess reaches in the drawer and pulls out her favorite team's jersey and lays it on the bed. Too bad her team didn't make it to the playoffs this year. She pulls out a pair of tight fitting, faded jeans and lays them on the bed also, and then fetches her bra and panties.

"Whoa!" you say getting her attention again! "You lost the bet," you reach into your drawer and pull out another one of your old jerseys and toss it to her. "You gotta wear this, and if my team wins, you gotta keep it on all day!" You know this is killing her since she hates your team!

"Ya know," she jokingly spats, "it's a good thing I'm such a good sport!"

You quickly chime in, "Well, since you're a good sport, put the jersey on and nothing else!" You can see Jess' eyes widen in shock at your request ... command! You can sense her trying to read your mind. She is trying to figure out if you were serious or not. She sees a grin creeping across your face, that you try desperately to hide.

Jess reluctantly grabs at your shirt when she realizes you are serious. She has already committed herself to you, and she just reinforced it earlier with her own words. Jess slips the jersey over her head, and you are pleased the way the over sized jersey just barely fits her. The shoulders hang halfway down her arms, and Jess has difficulty keeping them up. The low V-neck hangs down, dangerously close to exposing her tits, which are magnificently displayed. The bottom of the shirt hangs down to mid thigh, but raises teasingly close to her crotch when she tugs the shirt up on her shoulders. The bottom curves of her ass cheeks are visible when the shirt is on the right way.

You head to the den and take your seat in your favorite recliner. You have Jess fetch both of you a beer as she cleans around you. You think to yourself, you better get her drunk before the guys get here, it'll make your plans go better! "Take a break and share a beer with me," you command. Jess obediently sits on the arm of the chair, thirstily downing her beer, since she's already worked up a sweat, cleaning the room. As soon as she finishes the beer, she quickly resumes to the task of single handedly cleaning the den and kitchen. After another half hour, you summon Jess back to your side with another two beers. "Have another, you're doing a fine job!" Again she sits and guzzles a beer with you. You enjoy watching Jess struggle trying to keep the jersey on while cleaning. Occasionally you catch a glimpse of a tit as it slips out, and smiling as Jess quickly pops it back under the jersey. When she bends down to pick something off the floor, her ass juts out invitingly, and every once in a while you can see her pussy lips, apparently swollen. Her perspiration creates a sexy sheen to her tanned, toned body. As you both finish your second beer, you reach down, undo your jeans and pull out your hardening cock. "Time to clean this," you announce!

Jess eagerly agrees, getting out of doing real housework, and immediately dives in, engulfing your rod in one fluid movement. The head of your cock is lodged deep in Jess' throat and you can feel her muscles milking at your meat, trying to eagerly drain it of its contents. Jess is able to snake her tongue out and lightly flick at your balls while still keeping you deep in her mouth. She has mastered the technique without gagging, and you are completely astounded at her capabilities. Jess finally removes herself from your stick and gently weighs each of your balls on her tongue as she coats them with saliva. You can feel your nut sack tighten as the tingling sensation causes your liquid to boil. Jess senses your impending orgasm and quickly resumes her previous position, lodging your dick, deep in her windpipes. A couple seconds of her swallowing technique and you find yourself sending torrent after torrent of cum down her greedy throat, as you can't help but imagining Jess being fucked by one of the guys as she continues to swallow your prick. The idea of Jess getting fucked by Joey, Frank or Bob, while she is sucking your cock has been a long time fantasy of yours. You can imagine the ferocity with which she would attack your cock as one of theirs is pumping in and out of her pussy. You also imagine her greedily feasting on the cum of four virile pricks pumping gallons of cum down her throat, or covering her body with with white sticky goo. Your cock remains hard thinking of this, even though you have just came. Jess notices your **** to go soft and keeps sucking and licking your shaft. Her tongue traces a path across the sensitive flesh from the base to the head, swirling around the top, bobbing her mouth over the length, then trailing back down the length and tickling your nuts with the tip. You want to fuck her right now, but you hold back wanting to wait for the guys. You reluctantly pull Jess from your reddened rod and kiss her hungrily on the lips, savoring a slightly salty kiss.

Another beer and Jess returns to finishing her cleaning. She has just finished making the room immaculate and you praise her for her fine job. You can tell she's already buzzing from the ****, but you press a fourth bottle into her hands. She does not guzzle this one, but rather sips from the long neck bottle, teasingly sucking the neck like she was sucking a cock. It's working! Jess always gets super horny when she's drunk! When she's drunk, she drinks even more! When she drinks even more, she becomes a wildcat in bed! All this combined with being at your command for the day was adding up in your favor!

The time has passed quickly and you both realize that the knock on the door meant it was party time! The guys always came as a group since they picked up the goodies on the way over. Jess looked at you with panic in her eyes, "Can you get that while I go get dressed?"

You try to make believe you're considering her request. Then you coaxingly reply, "Ah, you look fine just like that!" You push her towards the door, "Remember the bet?" Jess' eyes are wide with a myriad of expressions crossing her face. The questioning look, she's trying to figure out what you have in mind. The unsure look, she's not sure she can, or wants to go through with this. The scared look, she's afraid of what might happen, both short term and long. The drunken look, obviously too many beers has clouded her mind and her sense of reasoning. The sultry, horny look, she's wondering if you are leading her into a new world of sexuality. "You go get the door. I want you to be our perfect hostess today. I want you to greet the guys, and then wait on us as we watch the game." A convincing smile encourages Jess to the front door.

You hear the guys hoot'n and hollerin' as Jess opens the door, when suddenly they go quiet. You laugh, imagining their jaws dropping to the welcome mat. Jess tells them to come in, and you hear Bob chirp up first, "You look fine today Jess!" The other two agree in unison. You see the guys as Jess leads them into the den. Their eyes are glued to Jess and they can't peel them away. A round of high fives go through the room, as the guys find seats around the tv. Jess grabs the two-foot subs and takes them to the kitchen. She returns to get the wings and place them in the kitchen, and finally returns to fetch the three cases of beer.

Joey asks you about Jess. You just smile and say nothing. Jess returns with five cold beers hugged to her breasts. She reaches between her tits and fetches each one and hands it to the guests, hands you yours and then grabs hold of her own. You can see the wet spot on the jersey, and can see Jess' nipples standing at attention. You wonder whether its because of the cold bottles, or if Jess is excited? "Jess! Why don't you tell the guys why you're wearing one of my jerseys?"

Jess looks at you reluctantly, not wanting to divulge her secret, but does so anyway. "We made a bet on yesterday's game, and I lost." She takes a sip of beer and moves to her favorite chair, next to mine.

"Go on! Tell them the rest!" You coax her.

Hesitantly she finishes the story. "I have to do whatever he wants all day today!"

Before she sits down in her chair, you ask her to sit between your legs on the floor. You know being in this position, you will be able to see down the jersey clearly, but that it will be difficult for Jess to get up and down wearing the over sized jersey. It will also be difficult for Jess to keep from exposing her luscious pussy and ass while sitting on the floor with just an over sized jersey on. You watch as she carefully maneuvers herself to the floor, sitting Indian style with the jersey stretched out over her legs.

Frank jokingly asks if she's willing to make any bets with them today! That sparks some interesting possibilities that you haven't considered.

The first game had started. Your team is playing! It's hard dividing your attention between the game and the nearly naked Jess sitting in front of you. Joey gets up ready to fetch another round of beers for everybody. You tell him to remain seated and enjoy the game, and remind him of our hostess. Joey obliges, as Jess swings her legs out to the side that no one can see and stands, holding her shirt in place so that her tits don't pop free. She makes the rounds collecting empty bottles, brings back a fresh batch, and disappears into the kitchen. From your seat, you can see her reflection. You are amazed, thinking you see Jess take her cold beer bottle and run it across her nipples as she pulls them out from the jersey. She tugs at her nipples, arching her back, sticking her tits out. Then she takes the long neck and slides it back and forth underneath her jersey. She's running the neck of the bottle up and down the length of her slit, the bottle cap ridges rubbing tantalizingly across her clit. You can see her body tense as she pulls the jersey up, pressing the bottleneck between the folds of her pussy!

She returns to the den with chips, pretzels, and her beer. You are in heaven, realizing that Jess' horniness is reaching fevered peaks! You switch bottles with her, making her realize you saw her in the kitchen. Her face reddens at your secret, as you stick the bottleneck in your mouth, tasting her juices still gathered on them. You swig at the beer, swirling the two flavors together before swallowing with an appreciative smile. Jess returns to your feet, but now her legs are stretched straight on the floor, her bare ass on the carpet, the bottom of the jersey stretches just so her crotch is covered, and the V-neck low enough to expose all of her tits except her large pink aureola and jutting nipples. The **** is surely getting to her as her manners are becoming less conservative, and more brazen. When it comes time to fetch another round, Jess makes her way around the room collecting bottles again. This time you notice she is bending over to pick up the bottles, allowing the guys to see right down the jersey through her dangling tits. They can probably see her nipples sticking down also. You can see their eyes widen in disbelief, and try to keep from staring too obviously. Jess disappears into the kitchen and again you spy her taking a bottle and rubbing it up and down her slit. She then drops out of sight for a few minutes, with all the beers. You begin to wonder how she can remember which beer has her slick juices on it. Jess hands each guy their bottle, then yours as she kneels in front of you. You taste the bottle immediately and are relieved to savor the familiar taste. Then you realize that each of the guys are staring at their bottles as they sip from the long neck. Damn if Jess hadn't coated each one! Jess was definitely ready! During half-time, Jess served everyone more beers and subs. Each serving of food, or beer becomes more erotic as Jess becomes bolder and less inhibited around the guys. At one point she turns and picks up a plate off the floor, blatantly showing everyone her ass. At one point she let a tit pop out in the open, which everyone saw.

The game is now over and your team has been eliminated. You would normally be heavily disappointed, but there is plenty going on around you to cheer you up. Jess teases you about your team losing, and joining hers on the sideline. Not one to be teased, you call her to the table, knowing that she's drunk and overly horny! "Jess! I said that if my team won, you had to keep that shirt on all day! Well my team lost!" You let everyone hang on what was coming next, Jess included! "So it's time to take it off!"