I am not a hockey fan but I dabble in hockey. I know of the teams, I know what is happening during the year and a lot of that is due to my husband's fandom. Our third also has the same favourite team, which has led to a really nice bond between the two. And with April being the end of the season, it became a very tense few weeks for them.
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The gist was the team was doing great and then they sucked and then some other team was catching up. Our group texts started with this like confident calmness to a lot of "omg.. this guy sucks" or "it's ok, there's still X games left". I let them have their space but it was getting stressful for them. Finally, a couple of days ago, they were both watching the game (separately), and texting throughout and their team won. They made the playoffs, it was a big celebration and finally, it felt like I was getting some normalcy back in my life!
My husband, in his team's jersey, was texting his friends and it was all fun and games. Seeing him in it, though, triggered this almost dirty thought in my mind. As the night ended, I remember jokingly putting on his jersey as we were slowly getting into bed, just the jersey draped over me. It was huge and it felt almost like a complete outfit. My husband was enamoured, telling me how good I looked which was enough for me. I jumped to the washroom, texted our third "thoughts?" before getting an emphatic "fuck, I want you" response. We had our weekly lunch "date" the next day (yesterday) which involved me picking him up, driving to our garage or this secluded public parking garage and fucking each other. As you can imagine, I had my plans all set.
Lunch came around and I took my break, quickly getting into my car and driving off to pick him up. I got him, drove back to the house and entered the garage. He started to push his seat back and leaned over to kiss me (which is our usual routine) but I told him to wait and close his eyes. I exited the car and did my quick change, taking everything off and putting on my husband's jersey before entering back into the car. He opened his eyes and I saw him in this amazing grin before he said "fuck yes" and his lips met mine.
Sometimes you know when you turn on somebody to this whole other level and this was one of those cases! The breathing was different, his cock was drenched in pre cum, he almost was desperate to just push himself inside me. We maneuvered ourselves to the backseat quickly, knowing how much time we had, and I positioned my phone and started to record us.
Now I will say… hockey jerseys are not comfortable against the skin. They are kind of rough and baggy on me and the act of fucking in it, I would not say it was the most pleasant thing I've worn during sex. But it got exactly the attention I wanted. I kept pushing him as I rode him, kissing his neck, feeling him get closer and closer, whispering into his ear how "I wanted to wear this for you all day" before he whispered "I'm going to cum". My mind started to race a bit, worrying about making a mess on this jersey. I remember my mind thinking "do I get up and swallow? What if he makes a mess? Is him cumming inside cleaner?" and at that point, my overthinking self almost made the decision for me as he started to thrust harder before I noticed the pace slow and his cock twitch.
We cleaned up, luckily no stains or mess and ate our lunches in the car as we talked about how good that felt. I texted my husband snippets of our fun and immediately got a barrage of text messages begging for more and to keep the jersey on for that night. I never realized how something so small as a hockey jersey would drive so many men crazy! I guess I need to do it again if they win the whole thing.
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