(November 2000)

I wish to thank my editor Donna E, for being such a great friend.

"Come on, guys, get that guy. Hit him. He is wide open." David Starsky was sitting back watching the Sunday afternoon football game enjoying a beer.

Rosey Starsky was watching, half interested, trying to think of other things she could be doing than watching this boring game with Starsky. I would much rather be playing games with Starsky than watching this. She thought. Then she got an idea. She went into the bedroom, slipped out of her clothes and came back wearing nothing under neath her bathrobe.

She waited until the game went to commercial. Then she stood in front of her husband and said,"Hey, Copper, wanna play football with me?" She opened the bathrobe to reveal she had nothing on.

He looked at her for a minute and said, "Sure, This game is getting pretty one-sided and I would much rather play with you." He got up and went over to her. He gave her his patented grin.

She started to touch herself. She started to caress her breasts and say, "How do you like my uprights"

"Best looking uprights I have ever seen." he whispered.

"And I also have a 50-yard line" referring to her navel.

"Hey, I always wanted a seat on the 50-yard line."

She lead him into the bedroom and in no time he was on the bed with his clothes off.

"Rosey Starsky, you knock me out." he whispered in her ear. He started to play with her breasts, caressing them, licking them, kissing them, gently rubbing them with the palms of his hand, sucking them. "These are the best uprights I have ever seen." he laughed.

"David, wanna play football with me?" she asked.

"Um, I sure do. Forget about the lousy game on TV, I want to join the Starsky Football League, members two."

She giggled and said, "Ummmm."

He continued to play with her breasts. "Rosey, I like our football league better. More fringe benefits."

"David, I like our league too. I like your playing field too, your artificial turf." She was, of course, referring to his hairy chest. While he was rubbing her breasts, she started to play with his chest.

She moved on down south to his navel and started to finger it. She gently rubbed his stomach. She followed her finger with a trail of kisses.

They made love.

David pulled up the sheets to cover them and he put his arms around his wife.

"Rosey, you were terrific, as usual." He kissed her on the cheek and gave her an affectionate squeeze.

Rosey giggled as she said, "You know, we should really start our own league and play every Sunday afternoon. "

Starsky gave her his patented grin and said, "Yeah, but we don't have to just play on Sunday afternoons, we can play any night of the week or anytime."

They lay in the afterglow of their lovemaking and just enjoyed the lazy Sunday afternoon together.

THE END

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