Anne Marie (Kitten) baseball slut

It had been about four months since my wife Anne Marie had taken a cock other than mine. Her latest sexcapade was a doozy, so I thought I would share it with you. It involves some aspects of American Baseball, so I apologize to our European friends if you have no idea what the fuck I am talking about.

First of all, let me tell you that in her late thirties, she is as hot and sexy as she has ever been. 5’7″ and 135lbs of pure sex appeal. Her legs and her ass are still those of a 25 year old, and her 34B boobs are as perky as ever. She still possesses traffic-stopping beauty and is always turning heads when in public. She has recently added blond highlights to her hair, and the effects are simply stunning. She is the classiest lady you will ever meet, but every once in a while she will act like the biggest slut on the planet. Well, enough description, I promised you a good one so if you want to hear a true slut’s tale, read on.

I knew Anne Marie was starting to yearn for a little extramarital activity because for the last month or so she has once again started to tease me a bit. Just little things, like when we would make love and I am inside of her, she would whisper in my ear that she wished that my cock was just a little bit bigger and that it was time that she found someone to “really fill her up”. When she talks like this, it always pushes me over the edge, and she knows it. She had also started sending me little e-mail notes during the day, like “I’m thinking about a big cock right now,” and “If you don’t find a big cock to fuck me soon, I’ll have to go find one on my own.” So, I guess you could say that I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was back to her slutty ways.

The nature of my business requires that I travel rather extensively. It became necessary for me to travel to New Jersey. It is only about a two hour drive, and since my meetings would be five minutes from Manhattan, I asked Anne Marie if she would like to join me for a couple of days. I figured she could shop or hang around the indoor pool at the Hilton during the day, and we could do dinner and a show at night. I didn’t realize at the time that the night we would be away was October 12th, the night of game one of the Yankee vs. Red Sox playoff series. Since we are HUGE Yankee fans, we were a little bummed at the timing, but figured we could still have an early dinner and catch the game back at the room.

I got my business done during the day, and when I got back to the hotel, I found Anne Marie dressed to kill. She looked amazing. She was wearing a very clingy black mini dress. She obviously was not wearing a bra, as I could see her large nipples clearly through the thin fabric. My wife topped off the outfit with her customary thigh-high stockings and high heels. Her hair was long and wild, and her makeup was perfect. We decided to head into the city for dinner and believe me when I say that she could not make a move without having at least twenty set of eyes (both male and female) following her at every turn. I must admit that my mind was racing with possibilities, but knowing that there was no way we were going to miss the ballgame I figured that her quest for “big cock” would not be fulfilled this evening. Boy was I wrong.

We got back to the hotel right before game time and decided to take in the first couple innings at the hotel bar. The Hilton bar war pretty empty, but there were two college age guys sitting at a table near the TV. They were both wearing Red Sox caps, so Anne Marie (no shrinking violet) started to get on them a little. She knows her baseball, so much of the ribbing was in the vain of “1918” ( the last time the Sox won the World Series) and “Who’s your Daddy” ( a reference to a quote from Red Sox pitcher Pedro Martinez, about how the Yankees have pretty much owned him this year). The guys took it pretty well and since they were good sports, I sent them over a round of drinks. When they got their beers they came over to our table to thank us. To my surprise Anne Marie invited them to sit with us.

It turned out that Dean and Robby were both seniors at Boston University, and they decided on a whim to drive down to Yankee Stadium to see the game. Well, after finding out that the cheapest tickets they could find from scalpers at the Stadium were about $800 each, they decided to head back to their hotel (our Hilton) to watch the game at the bar. They were really friendly (for Red Sox fans) and I could tell right away that Anne Marie was physically attracted to them. They looked pretty much like brothers although that wasn’t the case. They were both about six-foot, well built, black hair and dark skin.

The four of us were exalting the virtues of our respective baseball teams, with Dean and Robby supremely confident that the Sox would totally dominate the Bronx Bombers. We were all really busting each other’s balls, but it soon became apparent that they were super nice guys. As the first pitch was thrown, Robby bought us all a shot of tequila and we decided that we would agree to disagree.

The game started off well for the Yanks; their pitcher (Mike Mussina) got through the first inning with no trouble, whatsoever. The Red Sox starter (Curt Schilling) wasn’t so lucky. The Yankees jumped on him early and scored a quick two runs. Anne Marie and I were high-fiving and cheering on every pitch, but to the guys’ credit they weren’t deterred. They said to just wait until the Sox bats started waking up and that the Red Sox would probably win by the score of 10-2.

Mussina pitched another perfect inning in the second, and it seemed as if Schilling was settling down for the Sox, as he set the Yankees down in order in the bottom of the inning. I was so entrenched in the game, that it took me until then to realize that Dean and Robby were really checking Anne Marie out.