Cheating with the Coach [FM]

Being in a dead bedroom was never a fun thing. After 15 years of marriage that is where we were. The thrill was gone, sex had went from constantly explosive and exciting to non existent. While I tried to keep it together as much as possible I have needs and toys can’t replace the real thing.

While I am a 36 year old mother of two, I managed to stay fit. I would even notice men stealing glances here and there while I was out and I loved it! It made me wet catching them looking. I began imagining what it would be like to fuck one of them. The thought of being bent over and fucked the way I had been longing for drove me wild. I would edge myself on the way home and fucked myself with a dildo while fantasizing about it.

My children’s soccer coach, Henry, quickly became the man I thought about the most. He was young, built, and full of energy. He had always been a bit flirtatious with me and I noticed him looking on several occasions. The thought of fucking him soon consumed my fantasies and I was aching for the real thing.

While shopping for groceries one day I noticed him. I walked over to him and noticed his eyes devour me during our small talk. I told him how I was so thankful he was my kids coach and I would love to show him my appreciation. I gave him my number and dropped the pen. I bent over to pick it up, giving him a view under my skirt. I could tell he loved it when I turned around.

I finished my shopping and was home when he began texting me. It was more small talk at first, but after a few messages it took the dirty tone I was hoping for. 

We couldn’t do much, but sext for a week because of schedules. Finally a day opened up for us to meet. My husband was out of town and the kids were at school so I could go over to his place and no one would know.

Butterflies were in my stomach, I had never dreamed I would be doing this. I remember worrying about the yoga pants and tank top I wore over. The thoughts of all the sordid things we could do. My yoga pants were drenched when I got there.

I rang his doorbell, before I knew it he had opened the door and pulled me inside. He kissed me passionately his hands grabbing my ass. He lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the couch. His wild enthusiasm caught me off guard. I grinded against him impulsively. I needed him inside me. 

He laid me on the couch. I loved the feeling of him on top of me. He kissed me. Our tongues danced as his fingers deftly played with my nipples causing my pussy to ache for more. I was writhing beneath him and he loved it. I felt the old familiar warmth growing inside me. I had missed it so much and was happy to finally be experiencing it again.

He moved a hand down and began teasing me over my yoga pants and as he sucked on my breasts his tongue swirling around my nipples. The pleasure built steadily and when he finally slid his hands inside my pants and rubbed my clit with his finger, I was cumming! I quivered with each wave of pleasure that passed over me. I had never cum so quickly before. 

He gave me a wicked smile, “We haven’t even gotten started yet.” The lust in his voice was unlike any I had heard before. 

He pulled off the rest of my clothes, pausing as he took a moment to admire my body. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he stared, riveted. Dark color rose over his cheeks and I trembled at the sight, arousal leaking down me legs. He removed his shirt and I eagerly reached out, flicking open the button on his pants before tugging down the zipper. His cock sprang out and I gasped, my mouth dropping open in awe. I was pleasantly surprised by the size. He was a lot bigger than my husband. I grabbed the turged length, the warmth of his hard cock sent shivers through me.

He kissed me and I playfully nibbled his bottom lip as I stroked his cock. I laid back pulling him on top of me. The blunt tip of his penis teased me as he explored my body with his hands. They gently caressed my skin, made my heart race. I could feel the hot liquid soaking the couch and coating his dick.

He thrust himself deep inside me. I let out a moan. He fucked me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him. It was almost excruciating, because I needed more. I began to grind against him, meeting the slow rhythm if his thrust. I let out soft whimpers of pleasure, aching for more. He leaned down and started sucking a nipple while tweaking the other. The pleasure began building more inside of me, but I needed more.

“Harder, coach.” The words escaped my mouth without thought.

He raised up, his hands grasped my hips and slammed in hard and deep. I yelped from the quick change of pace, the walls of my pussy clamping down on his thick girth. Each thrust was faster than the next. I was grinding frantically, lost in the pleasure. His cock was hitting me nice and deep, the way I longed for. I was soon cumming, he kept thrusting, my moans of ecstasy becoming louder. Begging for him to cum in me. My pussy rippled around his hard cock, pushing him over the edge. I felt the warmth of his cum fill me as his dick pulsed inside releasing more with each harsh jerk of his cock. 

We fucked once more before I had to go. It wouldn’t look good for a mom and the coach to show up late to the soccer practice. I loved the feeling of his cum leaking out of me while I watched him. I will have to start coming to practices this way more often.

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