“Brad,” Valerie called from their bedroom, “can you come help me for a minute?”

“Babe” the tall black man said from the den. “The game just started here.”

Raising her voice the demure woman repeated: “Please, just a moment, please.”

“Val, wait ’til the quarters over, ok? We’ve got the ball on their thirty seven!”

Valerie shouted: ”Bradley Decker you get in her this instant, do you understand me?” Rolling his eyes yet hopping out of his resisting recliner, Brad waited for the next play-a screen pass for fifteen yards-then ambled down the hallway huffing. ”Ok, what can’t wait?” Sitting at her dressing table in just bra and panties, Brad’s short wife was running a brush through her fiery mane.

“Well,” the big man demanded, “Whaddaya need, let’s go, let’s go.” The round-faced woman finally turned to her husband. ”Be a sweetie and unhook my bra?”

“You got me in here for that, I’m watching a game Val!”

“I know, I know, but it will only take you a second and I’d really appreciate it, pleasssssssssse!” Shrugging his shoulders, Brad stepped further into the bedroom. ”Turn around,” he sighed. Coyly Val turned her freckled back as her husband reached to fumble with the two clasps directly under the center of her shoulder blades. Struggling for a few more seconds, the big guy stood back in exasperation. ”Jesus, Val, these things get more complicated all the
time.”

“Can’t you…” Val said, deftly reaching round to undo the hooks herself. “See?”

“Yeah, great, thanks for getting me in here for nothing.”

“I just thought…” the little woman said holding her 36double dee bra over her bountiful shelf of tits. “…forget it, just forget it. Go ahead, enjoy your game, we can talk later.”

“What?” Brad asked, truly exasperated. “What is it?” Bowing her head in fake distress, Valerie took a deep breath-expanding her already massive chest-then slowly lowered the white satin bra letting her big chest spill forth. As always Brad gave his wife’s round big boobs more then a passing gander. Five years into their marriage, three dating before that, Val’s meaty tits still gave him pause. Was that cheering he heard on the t.v.?

“I-I think I’m losing feeling in my nipples,” Val said pinching her erect little rosebuds. ”I….” the petite redhead added, her pointy chin down, a clutch in her throat.

“Baby?” Brad asked, kneeling to his wife then as the woman looked up with limpid forming pools in her big baby blues. He reached over and took the woman in his arms. ”Come on, come on.” Valerie hid her smile in Brad’s shoulder. Holding her off him Brad asked: ”How can I help baby, really, tell me how.”

“Well, I…well you know how sensitive my breasts have always been and how much I love you sucking my nipples,” she began as her husband’s eyes lit up. “Well, maybe, well, maybe if you could just, you know, maybe if you could just suck on them a little, just to…I, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked, the game is on and…”

“Ok, okay,” Brad replied, then suddenly remembering the game he added. “Definitely, let’s do that.” Leaning off his wife fully then, Brad smiled, dipped his bald head, angled his mouth to the big right breast Val was now holding to him and…. ”God!” Valerie sighed.

“Yorrm, hvrn rrr bsts tttss,” Brad said shoving as much of Val’s warm white tit in his mouth as he could. Valerie’s pussy was about to explode, not only because of her husband’s suckling-it did feel good-but for the fact that she was fully manipulating Brad’s Sunday football watching.

“Bradley, I-I…” she tried and the man finally lean back from suckling her breast.

“What, what babe?”

“Well…” she said sweetly. “…I definitely felt that, thanks, but I think I have another problem.”

“Jesus, Val,” Brad moaned, sitting back on his heels. “Now what?” Flashing her best big-eyed little-girl look Brad’s wife pulled her panties down revealing her bald drenched pussy and thickening clit. “It’s all wet and sticky, whatever am I going to do?” Aware now of the ruse, Brad smiled, stood up slowly and shucked down his dungarees and boxers. His big chocolate cock bouncing free, he took it in hand as his wife stood, slid down her panties, turned and put her palms on her vanity seat. As her husband executed slow steps closer, the little girl got up on tiptoes, spread her alabaster thighs, rolled her ass back and presented her pink chestnut to her hubby.

In a second Brad was up in her, another five he was buried to the hilt, his thick hot cock spreading Val’s hot wet little place from behind. ”Oh fuck,” he huffed, grabbing onto his wife’s hips. ”Better then the game?” Val asked as her husband’s big cock almost hurt it buried so deeply.

“I’ll make the second quarter, I’m sure,” Brad tittered, pushed himself all the way in as his wife screamed with the distant cheering on the t.v.