Getting Cosy with the New Quarterback (closed)

Grace was the 28 year old second wife of Brent Sherwood, owner of the Los Angeles Rams. They lived in an obscenely large mansion in Beverly Hills with a service staff; maid, driver, butler, cook, gardener and pool boy. Grace found herself with not a lot to do. Her husband had more money than he ever let on, and due to this she never had to work.

She was loved by Brent, very much so. He trusted her with his kids from his previous marriage, but his one true love, she discovered after the honeymoon, was his team. He worked 14 hour days, and due to this he’d leave the house early and come home late. They slept in separate beds sometimes, so he wouldn’t ruin her sleep pattern. It was thoughtful, but their sex life was almost non-existent.

Grace didn’t let it affect her too much, she spent her days socialising and lunching, organising parties and spending lots of money. She was always well dressed in designer labels, she drove the newest Maserati convertible that Brent could get his hands on and she liked to travel to New York to shop whenever possible.

Today, she had to go to the stadium to pick Brent up as his car was in the shop being serviced. She made her way to his office, greeting some of his colleagues along the way. The short, curvy brunette was wearing tight blue jeans, a v neck white tshirt accentuating her medium sized natural breasts and black flats. Her Louis Vuitton bag hung off her arm as she walked.

A young footballer, unfamiliar to her bumped into her and she was snapped out of her train of thought. “Hey, watch it!” Grace yelled after his retreating form. How rude, she thought, couldn’t even apologise to her after almost knocking her over.

Ryan was 22, hung like a horse, and primed to fuck; especially white women. He didn't know why, since he'd screw a woman regardless of race, but white bitches turned him on the most. If they were married, it only got better. It added excitement to the risk of duping her husband by taking what was supposed to be his private property and making it his own. Some would label his behavior as a character flaw, but not in Ryan's mind.

He had noticed that about when he hit middle school and was taking showers in the locker room that he was quite a bit bigger. In fact he was lot bigger then most of the other guys. By the time he started having sex, there was a various amount of responses he got from women. Some were startled, some had even went out with him just to see if the rumors were true, and hell there was a minority of them that were just plain frightened by the thought of the enormous piece of meat, intimidated by the fact that it would stretch them out. Some even would only end up giving Ryan a handjob, not even attempting to take a ride on his freakish asset.

Ryan was the #1 pick of this years NFL Draft and destined to become a legend in the league. He was the newest quarterback of Los Angeles Rams and already got the starting spot. He went into the locker room and put on his sports shorts along with a white, fitting tank-top; showing off his ripped, muscular body; his rock hard chest and six pack abs.

He had his headphones on and was walking towards the weight room when he bumped into someone. He turned his body slightly around before removing his headphones."Sorry, were you saying something?"He asked in a cocky, confident tone. His eyes roamed all over her sexy body, checking her out and not hiding the fact that he was doing so.

Grace glared at the younger guy in front of her and snapped. "Just be more careful next time. You think the whole world revolves around you, don't you? Do you even know who I am? Manners go a long way in this industry." She stormed off in a foul mood. Who did he think he was, kids these days had no respect she thought. And was he really checking her out?

She rushed to Brent's office, and when she got there, found he was in another meeting. She rolled her eyes and took a seat by the door, updating her Instagram feed with a new lavish purchase she'd made. She sat back and waited for the likes to come rolling in as she finally saw her husband leave his meeting. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and they left together, hand in hand.

Ryan went into to gym and got started with his work-out. The personal trainer made him go through an extensive routine, really working him out. He took a quick shower after they were finished and put on a nice pair of jeans along with a fitting t-shirt. He threw his gym bag over his shoulder as he headed out.

He was walking down the hall when he saw the owner Mr. Sherwood walking with his sexy wife. He called Ryan over."Ryan, this is Grace, my wife."He said, starting to introduce them."And honey, this is Ryan, our new star quarterback."

He smiled at the beautiful wife as he shook her hand."Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Sherwood."

Grace all but rolled her eyes at Ryan as she was introduced to him. She plastered on a fake smile and said, "it's nice to meet you, too, Ryan. Sorry for earlier in the hallway." Brent questioned what she meant but she shook it off. "Ryan, I know you're new to the team and Mr Sherwood should have said so sooner, but next Friday is our annual team barbeque. We would be pleased to have you, your partner and family. I will get your address tomorrow from Mr Sherwood's assistant and have a formal invitation express couriered to you."

She glared at him again after Brent walked off, having made some small talk with the young quarterback. Grace walked off, annoyed that she should have to entertain the brat. All the other players were more mature, but something about Ryan really annoyed her. Made her skin crawl. She didn't like him at all but she could see the way Brent's face lit up just now. Ryan was part of the Rams family.

There was little doubt with Ryan that Mrs. Sherwood lacked any amount of grace and her smile was about as real as she was ever going to get. And he was sure she'd met enough swinging cocks that her opinion of him wasn't much higher. It didn't matter. Ryan had the fame and now he had L.A. filling his wallet with overpriced #19 Locksley jerseys.

Ryan's lips turned to a quick smirk as she promised to courier the invitation to him. It wasn't the kind of language grew up around, even in college. He already knew it was going to be a clash of lifestyles and Ryan was more than willing to introduce her to it.

The conversation wrapped up quickly as it was nothing more than a quick hallway meeting. After the mandatory small talk had finished and the pair broke apart, Ryan stood a few moments longer in the hallway watching Mrs. Sherwood walk away. He was never shy about going after what he wanted and he knew attempting something with the owner's wife could end badly but what could they do to him? Ryan Locksley was a high draft pick and was a new face for a newly adjusted team. They couldn't bench him if anything came out; the fans would explode, complaining of a team's compass continuously mired in mediocrity.

Readjusting the gym bag on his shoulder he walked down the length of the hall, pushing against the door under the exit sign and left the building.

Grace spent the week organising Brent's annual barbeque. She had spent her leisurely days organising marquees, caterers and bar staff. Her event last year had been well publicised to the point of paparazzi helicopters flying overhead trying to get exclusive footage. As well as the players and their families, some of the guest list read like an award ceremony invitation list. Musicians and actors had been invited and they'd had to beef up security at home.

The morning of the party, Grace didn't allow herself to stress. While she had organised the party, she had event staff on hand to make sure everything ran seamlessly. She was sitting in her large bedroom having her hair and makeup done while sipping on a coffee she had made earlier. Her clothes for the day sat on a hanger opposite her bed and she smiled at her choice. She hadn't needed a stylist yet. She had selected a strapless white Dior dress which accentuated her light tan. A pair of tan wedges to boost her short frame and subtle silver accessories to finish off her look.

When her glossy brown hair had been transformed into loose curls cascading down her back and shoulders, she thanked her beauty team and dressed herself. Grabbing her mobile phone, she made her way downstairs to greet the first guests. Brent was already there shaking hands. He put his arm around Grace, his left hand resting on her lower back. Grace greeted and air kissed as many people as she could, until she saw Ryan's car pull up and tried to excuse herself. She made a flimsy excuse about checking the catering, but Brent wouldn't let her go.

She saw Ryan make his way into the party and her heart sank. She had hoped he wouldn't come to the party, she had wanted to enjoy herself. Brent shook his hand and made a big deal about Ryan being the next big thing in NFL. Grace shuddered on the inside as Ryan extended his hand to shake. She shook her head and grasped him in a Hollywood hug, air kissed him and spoke loudly and brightly.

"Welcome to our house, Ryan! The party is on in the back and if you need anything, please come find me and let me know. So lovely to have you here," she said, as she broke away and allowed him to mingle with his colleagues.

Ryan remembered the party that was thrown last year just from the five minute segment on ESPN. It was always a slow week whenever football wasn't in the headlines. Even as something as minor as a party or as mundane as a draft received wide coverage. With the memories of the previous year in mind he knew that there would be people there ready to take a picture whether in hiding or right in his face. Not that he minded the attention. It was all a part of the job after all and he was being paid millions to fulfill that role.

As he pulled up to the party he stepped out of his '79 t-top Camaro, his entourage left behind. Closing the door behind him he pocketed his keys as a glint of sunlight repelled off his baby moon wheels. Pulling a pair of sunglasses from the inside of his jacket pocket, he slid them on as he turned his attention toward the have's. But the have-not's across the street seemed pretty well off too. Ryan shrugged his shoulders and walked through the gate. His identity wasn't even questioned as he walked by a guard at the entrance.

Already he could feel the warming season and he knew if the party were going to stay outside that the jacket he wore wasn't going to stay on him for long. It was a simple, expensive silver suit lacking the tacky shine. But even that would be better than the recent days gone by where people decided to leave their taste at the door fawning over plaid suits. As he came closer toward the party Ryan pulled his phone from his pocket, shutting it down. This was going to be a great opportunity to show himself and increase his value before the season even began.

Putting the phone away he approached the unforgettable woman who bumped into him after he left the gym. How could he forget an ass like that? He shook the owner's hand as a knowing grin grew across his face. Through the sunglasses he wore he wasn't looking at the owner but rather at his wife. And soon those gears changed when he was able to reclaim his hand, Grace coming in for her hug.

As she stepped back and spoke he removed his glasses, looking at her in the eye. “There is something you can do for me. I haven't been out here yet. Why don't you give me the five point eight million dollar tour.”

Grace kept her forced smile on her face as she heard the request. A tour of their property? How strange. No one had ever requested that from her before. She spoke, apologetically. “Sorry, Ryan, I will see if someone can give you a look around today. Otherwise feel free to wander around downstairs. As Brent would say, our house is your house.” She grimaced at this saying. She didn’t like the players and their people at her house if they didn’t need to be there.

She went to greet the next person but Ryan wouldn’t budge. She assumed he wanted the tour right now. Brent must have sensed the hold up in the line as he turned to Grace and smiled. He touched her shoulder and spoke gently, but loud enough for Ryan to hear.

“Sweetheart, I have the greetings under control. If you can take Ryan on a full tour of the house, can you please do it now? I don’t want him to miss out on meeting everyone before the speeches.”

Grace nodded, smiling. “Of course, baby, I would be more than happy to show young Ryan around.” She was anything but happy and tried not to show it. She motioned him to follow her, and pointed out some features in the foyer. She walked these hallways on a daily basis and having had some input into the house design, knew it like the back of her own hand.

They naturally moved into a room in the centre of the house which used to be a rumpus room and study. Grace opened the double doors to show Ryan her husband’s thinking place. Brent had it converted it into a trophy room. The wood panelled walls were lined with player jerseys, and the glass cabinets filled with trophies. The books on the shelves were filled with newspaper clippings, videos and DVDs of games and training sessions. The room was a gold mine of knowledge and history spanning many years of the LA Rams.

“You’re lucky you’re allowed in here,” she said, her eyes focussing on a light fixture sitting askew on a wall, throwing shadow onto a “Sherwood 100” framed jersey. “Brent would normally keep these doors locked but today, I guess with so many players around, he wants to show off his bragging room.” She heard the doors close and turned to look at Ryan, quizzically.

New life into the story

I reached behind me closing the doors so that I will have a moment alone with you,

"What are you doing Ryan?" You say with an aggressive tone.

"I just needed some time alone with you, listen I am sorry about what happened when we first met, I can sense that you are not a big fan of me" I say

" you could say that, you have no manners and are arrogant" You reply

"Your right, but I have a right to be , look at me , I am a STUD, in many ways. I am young, drafted to a NFL team and open to a world of excess. I have the means to enjoy all of it and quite frankly you should be a little more appreciative that I am showing you some interest" I say in a young cocky way

" Who do you think you are talking to me that way," You fire back

" I think I am a highly paid star in the NFL who has something to offer you" I reply

" what do you have that I could possibly want," you reply in a snotty stuck up tone

In a fluid calculated motion, I unzip my fly , reaching in and pulling out the massive piece of flesh that is packed in my pants. I pull it out letting it rest on the polished oak table in front of me. It is not erect, but soft my cock is impressive and it makes an audible thud as it came to rest on the wooden surface. I smile at you and wink.

"what do you fucking think your doing" You say in a shocked voice but staring at my huge piece of man flesh

"I am letting you know what you can have, what I offer you" I say

I shove my package back in my pants and zip up, moving back to the door. I turn and leave you with one final thought

"you know what I have to offer you, you decide, you know how to get a hold of me" I say as I turn and walk out the door. Leaving you stunned and more than likely dreaming of the possibilities