Sultry wife, Sonali

[Ramdev2020]

As the game was coming to an end, their attention went back to it. Vikram couldn't stop himself from cradling her breast and rubbing at her inner thigh, his hands gently touching her. Blood continued to pulse to his cock. During the final seconds of the game he used his fingers to tilt her chin up. As he lowered his lips to hers, she drove her tongue into his mouth and turned enough to smash her breasts against his chest. This also shifted her in his lap and he felt his fingers pressing against the crotch of her salwar, the contact making her hips jerk ever so slightly. Her body was burning with need.

She moaned into the kiss. For a moment, they forgot that there were six men watching them.

Someone used the remote to flip to the channel where another game was about to begin. The announcer started talking about the pending game, naming the teams: Liverpool v. Arsenal; though she wasn't a Liverpool supporter, one of her favorite players was on the team. That broke the spell. Vikram mentally cursed whoever had changed the channel.

"Now you're going to see some football," Sonali cheered, breaking the kiss. Liverpool was good, but they had lost two of their best players in the summer transfer window, and another to a ligament injury. Vikram thought her confidence was poorly placed and apparently, so did the others. A plan began to form in his mind, but he would have to play it right. So far, his friends had been fine with the teasing games, but how far would they be willing to take it? She was their babhi. Except for Gaurev, they were all married men.

"Oh really?" Vinod scoffed.

"Yea, from the other team," Sunil chuckled.

"Hey, now! We're going to turn it around this week," she insisted, drawing herself from her husband's lap

"You really think so?" Sunil asked, his voice thick with skepticism.

"Yes, I do," she stated, taking a sip of her beer.

"Well then, let's up the stakes a little," he continued. "I'll bet you a thousand the other team gets a goal first. But, if I win, I get a kiss."

"You're on," she cheered cockily without hesitation. But then, her expression grew confused, her mind working through what she'd just agreed to.

"Wait. What?" She stammered.

"You heard me." Sunil stated.

"Um... uh..." she faltered, glancing over at Vikram. Keeping his expression neutral, he gave her a shrug. His tacit assent drew a mischievous grin to Sonali's lips.

"Okay. Yes!" she nodded. "But they have to get a goal in the first ten minutes of the match."

"Agreed," Sunil grinned. Arsenal had been in form over the last few weeks.

"I say they'll get a goal in the first seven minutes." Vinod chimed in, sharing a look with his friend.

"You're on too!" Sonali laughed.

The game started a couple minutes later with Liverpool getting the kick off. She smiled, but it immediately turned to a frown when the ball was dispossessed and the Arsenal midfielder immediately lobbed a ball forward. The clock said it was just past three minutes. The forward took the ball on his chest, shifted past a defender and put his laces through the ball. The Liverpool goalkeeper, wrong-footed, had no chance as the ball bulged the back of the net.

"There it is!" Sunil gave Vinod a high five. It had taken just over three minutes for Liverpool to be a goal down. As Vikram had hoped, his wife had significantly misjudged and now she owed Sunil and Vinod!

"Damn it," she half-heartedly cursed, then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well."

She took another sip from her beer. For a moment she gazed down into her husband's face, her eyes scanning his expression for any sign of him changing his mind and stopping her from paying her debt. He gave her his own mischievous grin.