Kenny’s turn to host the game was always my favorite. His man cave was on point; mini bar; Neon “Drink Beer Here” signs; TV bigger than my car... All the guys loved going around to Kenny's.

And of course, you had his smoking-hot wife coming around with snacks and suds!

Anya and Kenny had met when Kenny was at F.S.U. “Go Tigers”. They’d fallen in love freshman year and shipped their lives back to Boston. That was some ten years ago now.

She was Polish by birth, but “A citizen of the world," she likes to say. Six feet in heels, only just shorter than Kenny himself, and comically taller than the rest of us.

The rest of us being me, Samir, and Joe, friends since kindergarten. We'd grown up together, gone through life side by side, and still now, in our thirties, with kids, families, jobs, and commitments, still managed to carve out time to spend with each other.

But we'd have had to be in prison or dead to miss this game. AFC championship game, Patriots in it for the first time in what felt like decades.

Having grown up in the Belichick/Brady era, we'd be the first to admit we'd been spoiled, but that didn't make these last few years any easier to bear. And now the championship game once again, and it was against the bitch ass Jets. We were gonna enjoy this.

I had got here early, said hi to Anya and claimed the lay-Z-boy, and now happily lorded it over the other three, squashed on the couch, elbows banging together as they tried bringing their Buds to their mouths.

The jokes were flying, Samir taking the brunt of it. Good-natured ribbing about the divorce. The best thing that could have happened to him, in my opinion. His wife, now ex, was a stone cold bitch.

It was nice the focus had switched and taken the heat off me and my latest breakup. I'd taken it hard; I thought this one was gonna stick, but no. I was starting to worry that it might actually be me and not them.

Anya popped her head in.

“Everything good boys? Can I get you anything else?”

We told her we were all good.

“Ok then, I'll pop back in at halftime, will I, Kenny? Still want me to pop back at half time?”

I happened to catch the interaction—the odd pause and eye contact—before he smiled and nodded.

Would I have read more into it if I hadn't already sunk five beers?

I watched her turn and leave. She was something.

Since the split, I've spent more and more time stalking her Insta. I told myself it was fine, just looking for fitness tips, appreciating her expertise in the gym, to aid my own. But I really just lusted after her thick thighs and round ass, eyes fixed on the screen as she bent over doing Romanian deads, or focused on her taught biceps and the view down her deep cleavage when she sat on the bench doing curls. And I bet I wasn't the only one in this room that watched her reels.

They were a good-looking couple, no doubt, Kenny and Anya; Kenny himself still built like the linebacker he was in college, broad and defined.

I was always jealous of Kenny’s looks. That dark-haired, wide-jawed Italian heritage. Thickly built and ruggedly handsome, his easy nature making him the biggest hit with the ladies amongst us. Even though it was Joe that had been the most promiscuous. Not as handsome, not as muscled, nor as good natured as Kenny, but he had a way about him that could charm the panties off a nun.

That of course all came to an end when he met Danielle. Now he has daughters of his own and was a dotting, neo-feminist father.

We settled down, anthem over, coin toss lost, we'd get the ball. Let's go!

We fumbled the kickoff return.

“Hey Samir, he fumbled that like you fumbled your marriage.” Kenny quipped

“Ha, yeah, only that ball was worth holding onto.” Samir quipped back. “Now shut your fucking mouth, K'dogg, before I decide to steal your wife now that I'm single again.”

The oddest look passed Kenny’s face before he brought his bottle to his lips, smiling around the lip and nodding.

The game continued, and that fumble turned out to be a high point. We were getting trashed. The Jets, the goddamn motherfucking Jets, were marching up and down the field for fun.

The mood was getting dangerously low as the game approached halftime and the score approached a 25-point deficit.

“So how's it being single boys? You getting much action? You out there in those apps?” Kenny suddenly asked. “How long has it been, Tex?”

I'd been known as Tex since second grade, when I'd thought I could pull off a stetson hat as my new look. One day’s fashion misstep had shaped my entire life.

“It's been a long time, Kenny, can't lie. We're talking off season.” And that last time had been something of a disaster, as she'd scooted right after and blocked my number.

“Karina and I had a goodbye fuck when she came to get the last of her stuff.” Samir confessed.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Laughed Joe.

“I was thinking, Joe, that there was a reason I put up with that woman for so long: how great she was in bed!” Samir reasoned, to the cheers of us all.

The Patriots kneeled out the clock, to the fury of us all. 20 odd points down, the Jets were receiving the second half, and this unambitious schmuck was throwing in the towel.

Joe stood up, stretching his back out, and was the first to see Anya bring the halftime snacks.

His arms flopped to his side, and his jaw dropped like a guppy.

She walked in, two hands on her tray, her hair up in an intricacy of ties and plaits. She was made up for a night out, with smokey eyes and dark red lips. She wore one of Kenny's old number 12 home jerseys that fell barely below her hips, bare thighs, and blue and red-topped football socks over her knees. She walked in, catwalk style, past the couch. She gave Joe a half smile as she swept past to the table. Her rear view showed her ass cheeks peeking under the jersey, in a vision that instantly hit me in the dick. She bent over from the waist to place the tray down, and god fucking damn, she wasn't wearing panties. Her bald pussy was on show to everyone in the room. She stood up, and I instantly tried looking away, pretending I hadn't noticed this display of nuclear sexuality. She put one hand on her hip, tantalizingly rumpling the jersey higher on her waist, showing the crease at the spot her thighs met her waist, and a glimpse of the V of her pussy.

“You boys got everything you need? Kenny? Do the boys want anything else?”

“What do you say, boys? Do you want anything else?”

Our eyes met each others, no doubt looking like a Three Stooges parody.

Anya walked to Kenny, in the middle of the couch, with Samir to his side. She bent low again and kissed him passionately.

I saw the jersey run up over her hips and couldn't take my eyes off the curve of her ass, the shape of her exposed thighs, the contrast of the socks, and her bronzed skin.

One of her hands left Kenny's face and wrapped delicately around Samir’s. She broke the kiss and stared into her husband's eyes. He smiled at her and nodded. She switched her gaze to Samir, her eyebrows raising as a question.

I could hear Samir gulp from my seat, but something in his eyes must have given her permission, and she kissed him with the same passion she had shown her husband.

Kenny craned to look at me from behind the couple; his face lit up, and he gestured to me to come over with a nod. His hand was running up the back of Anya's thigh, squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks at the top of its arc. Joe must be having quite the view.

I was trapped in indecision. I knew Joe and Kenny had been involved in a threesome with one of Joe's girlfriends, and I thought I had been jealous, but this was surreal.

Still kissing Samir, Anya lifted her eyes to me and winked.

That was so fucking hot. I stood awkwardly. What the fuck was I supposed to do?

Anya's hand reached out, beckoning me to come closer.

Samir's hands were up underneath her shirt, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and I couldn't see for sure, but from the angle and motion, Kenny had his fingers inside her pussy.

I looked to Joe, but he couldn't break eye contact with the show being put on for him.

I stepped forward, and her hand grasped for my crotch, squeezing the shape of my hard dick through my jeans. Her hand blindly started trying to unbutton my pants, so with a deep sigh of anticipation, I assisted her and opened my flies.

I felt Kenny's eyes on me, so I met his gaze, and he made a face, biting his lip and nodding encouragement.

I freed my dick from my boxers, and Anya's hand found it immediately. She stopped kissing Samir, leaned over him, and instantly took my dick into her mouth, sliding all the way down to my base without fuss.

That initial five seconds of oral ranked in the top five best feelings I'd ever experienced. But it was all too brief, as she decided a couple of minutes was enough for now and stood.

“Are you boys ready to fuck me?” She asked boldly. She looked at us one by one; Samir and I were barely able to speak but nodded vigorously.

“Joe? You want this?” She asked a reluctant Joe, sliding her hand up her torso and lifting her jersey, and once again showing off a body a porn star would kill for.

“I…fuck. Annie, I'm not gonna cheat on my wife. But I don't think there's anything against sitting back and enjoying the show?”

Her lips made a pout, but then she smiled and nodded. “Kenny wasn't sure if you'd be down. Sorry, Joey, is this naughty?”

“Fuck yes, it's naughty. But please, don't mind me.” Joe laughed.

Anya bent and retrieved Kenny's phone, opening the video app.

“Then would you do me and Kenny a favor?”

She handed him the phone.

“Sure!” Joe smiled broadly, “that I can do!”

Joe pointed the camera at her. She reached down and grasped the hem of her shirt cross-armed, then lifted it up and over her head, letting us see the body of a goddess. She traced a finger across her collar bone, then down over the mound of one breast, down across tanned abs, down to the lips of her pussy, opening them, then disappearing inside.

“Come and get it then, boys.” She smiled a wicked smile.

Kenny reached her first, guiding her to her knees. He pulled his own shirt off and dropped his pants. Samir and I disbelievingly followed suit and joined him in front of his kneeling wife. Joe took his duties seriously and got amongst us, filming Anya as she took the first dick into her mouth, Kenny's impressive cock as it happened.

Obviously familiar with her dick of choice, she used her tongue around his tip, sensuously teasing him before swallowing it all. Her free hand jerked Samir, who was packing more in his pants than he'd ever let on, leaving me, self consciously, the smallest in the group.

She moved her mouth to Samir; the sight of his brown dick plunging into her mouth was insane, and she made hungry, wet sounds as she fucked him with her face. She made popping noises as she dragged her mouth off Samir's tip, swapping back to Kenny, then back to Samir. All the while her free hand had me in its grasp.

Kenny moved to kneel behind her, arms reaching around, cupping her breasts, his erection pressing into her buttock.

“Sit down, guys.” Kenny suggested

We did, and Anya crawled to us on her hands and knees.

I couldn't think of a time I was more turned on. She looked like a primal animal stalking towards us, her shoulders moving sleekly, the curves of her ass swaying hypnotically.

Joe leaned on the back of the couch, over our shoulders, filming Anya as she reached me, and I once again felt the indescribable pleasure of her warm, wet mouth.

Kenny now had the angle he wanted. Anya’s head rocked with my cock as Kenny found her pussy and began long slow thrusts into her. He had a fistful of her hair and used it to bob her up and down on my unbelievably hard dick.

I let my head fall back and concentrated on the sensations engulfing me. Every flick of her tongue, every wrap of her lips.

“Sit on his dick baby.” Kenny commanded, still pounding her himself.

She looked over her shoulder, mouth agape with lust, making sure this is what he wanted.

It was and she smiled warmly at me as she straddled my hips.

I had seen that smile a thousand times, like when I arrived at their house, or when I brought back one of Kenny's tools, or she'd liked one of my jokes.

Now seeing that smile on her face as she mounted me, gloriously naked, guiding my cock into her pussy was enough to make my heart melt. I couldn't stop the sigh, almost scream of satisfaction, feeling her tight hole accept me and grip tight all the way down. This woman who'd always been off limits as Kenny's wife, and all the more desirable because of it, was now impaled on my dick.

I was so taken away with the sight of her sensually grinding on me, I hadn't noticed Kenny pull the other guys behind her.

The first thing I knew about what was happening was the alien feeling of her pussy getting even tighter, the strange sensation of something pushing on me, the pressure gliding along my length.

Samir, encouraged by Kenny, had slid his dick into her ass, and now we both fucked her together.

I looked up to see Joe, eyes popping out of his head as he stared at the screen pointed at her full holes. I looked up into her face and saw her eyes roll into the back of her head, biting her lip and crinkling her nose in an expression of pure ecstasy. Kenny stood on the couch and guided her head onto his meaty dick.

“This what you wanted? Is this as good as you hoped it would be, you little slut? Every hole full of a fat dick” Kenny asked his wife, smiling.

She nodded furiously, never releasing Kenny from her lips. Satisfied Kenny stepped back to take in the sight of his wife getting railed by two guys.

She rested her head on my shoulder, and murmured into my ear.

“Oh fuck, Tex, I'm cumming. I'm going to cum on your dick.”

I wrapped my arms around her, possessively pulling her close to me, feeling the heat of her body and her tits squeezed into my chest. I turned my head to face hers; we were nose to nose. I felt her breath on my lips. Her eyes narrowed, and she rocked rhythmically from Samir's thrusts into her ass. She was making a gentle, keening sound, obviously being overcome by a growing orgasm.

“Fuck, Tex, can you believe you're making me cum? Have you ever thought...about this?”

Her every word was interrupted by squeeks of pleasure matching Samir's increasing pace.

I had stopped moving; I was too close. But the feeling of Samir, the sight of her stunning face in climax, her words—I wasn't going to be able to stop, and I told her.

“Good, yes, baby, I want it. Fill me up, Tex, and cum inside me. Sammy, will you cum in me too? Oh please, honey, do it, fucking do it.”

I was beyond the point,I desperately concentrated my mind to slow myself, but Samir held her hips into his own, and I actually felt the first pulse of his dick as he came inside her ass.

Anya was lost in her own pleasure, her face contorted and breathing obscenities.

My mental barriers broke, and I gave in.

The feeling was incredible—the wave of joy, the gratification of cumming inside this woman.

Anya bucked out the end of her orgasm on our dicks, her face a vision of flushed, sweating perfection.

Samir stepped back, and I tried not to think about what was now dribbling down by balls, but Anya stood and left my crotch a sticky mess.

Kenny took her hand, leading her out of the room.

“Enjoy the rest of the game, boys; I have to help Anya with a few things.” He called over his shoulder. Anya turned, gave us a little finger wave, and blew a kiss.

Samir crashed down on the couch next to me.

We looked at each other incredulously and laughed.

Joe was fiddling with the phone.

“And make sure you send me that video, Joe!” I told him.

On the screen, the Jets were running in another touchdown.

“I don't know whose getting fucked harder today, Anya or the Pats," laughed Samir.