Soccer Moms and Me Pt. 01

SOCCER MOMS AND ME

My tongue was in Vivian's mouth. Her arms were around my neck; her body pressed into me.

"Fuck me." She said, her voice quiet but eager.

I was surprised, to say the least, but wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to continue with an unexpected and delightful event. My little head was taking over for my big head and I was going to fuck the wife of my friend, Elliott.

Vivian was pulling her shirt over her head and undoing her bra. I matched her by removing my sweatshirt and the polo shirt and undershirt beneath it.

We pressed together again in a kiss. Her bare breasts were full and warm against my chest. My hands roamed over her naked back.

She reached for my belt and undid it while I undid the front of her slacks. She reached into my underwear and grabbed my prick; I pulled her pants over her hips; her underwear came with them. She helped me push her clothing to the floor. My pants fell away too and I stepped out of them and my shoes.

Now naked, we tumbled toward the couch that was beside us. She pulled me between her legs. I took but a moment to gaze at her enticing pussy. She had my cock in her hand and was aligning it with her love hole. The tip of my dick knew exactly what to do.

With her help, the head of my prick spread her labia, feeling the incredible warmth of the opening to her vagina. She was wet and receptive. I slid into her; the slick channel of her vagina fit snugly around the shaft of my prick. She was tight, applying pressure to the entire length of my cock. We kissed as my cock reached bottom. Our pelvises pressed together. We both rocked our hips. We weren't making love; fucking was a more apt description. There was animalistic lust driving us as we needily pressed together. She was gasping for breath as my dick did its work, driving her toward an orgasm.

We kissed again. I put my face into the base of her neck, inhaling her perfume and tasting her flesh. My love bites added to her enthusiasm. She was out of control, needing me, wanting me. I rammed my cock into her repeatedly, fucking her vigorously, something I'd only imagined doing.

Vivian was a faithful (as far as I'd known) wife of my friend, Elliott. I'd known him longer than Viv. We had been friends since we moved into the neighborhood ten years earlier. We met through the youth activities and school functions of our kids. My wife Stacy and Viv became good friends and drew Elliott and I into their activities.

Elliott was outside, on the athletic fields, helping the coach while our daughters played soccer. My wife, Stacy was in charge of the refreshments after the game and was on the sidelines. Viv and I had another forty-five minutes before we would be missed.

I work at the school and when I saw Vivian in the line for the porta-potties, I offered to take her inside to use the school restrooms.

Rather than using the kid's bathrooms, I took her to the teachers' lounge. I waited for her to finish after relieving myself in the men's room.

I was idly looking at a magazine when she came out. She looked at me, giving me a subtle indication of attraction. I'd never kissed her before. We'd worked closely together as parents of the soccer team. I found her attractive, of course, but any inappropriate activities between the parents was forbidden. I had suppressed my male urges when I was around the soccer moms. Some of them were pretty hot.

Vivian looked at me for a moment, then stepped forward and we mutually initiated the kiss. It just happened. Her lips were sweet and her body was warm. It felt good to be inside the warm building.

That's when she helped me take off her clothes and asked me to fuck her. When our naked flesh pressed together, it was divine. Any inhibitions about infidelity or fucking another man's wife had been suppressed.

I was looking at her with uncontrolled lust, fucking her vigorously, releasing raw desire. I was fascinated by her breasts. I held one nipple in my mouth, then sampled the other. Her pussy was wonderful; the inner muscles were massaging my cock. She wrapped herself around me; we both were immersed in sexual pleasure.

Viv and I are both married, as I said. We were committing adultery; fucking someone who was not our spouse. The lust we shared overcame any reluctance or inhibitions. Our tongues swirled together. I took a moment to suck on her hard little nipples. There was a patch of pubic hair on her mons, and there was hair on her head, but otherwise her body was smooth, soft and naked. My prick was fully erect and was eagerly driving into her similarly eager cunt.

We kissed again; our tongues swirling together in animalistic lust.

"Come inside me." She pleaded.

Hearing those words added to my enthusiasm. She was massaging me with her inner muscles, stimulating my prick, drawing my semen from inside me. There was no condom to block the contact of our flesh.

I felt it coming and once it started, I couldn't stop it. The semen spurted from my dick and poured into her, filling her precious vagina with my cum.

She was climaxing with me. The look on her face was priceless. She was gasping and her body was wrapped around mine as the orgasm swept over her. I was rewarded with the self-assuring pleasure that I experience when I make a woman come.

My only previous experience with making a woman come had been with my wife. I could make Stacy lose all her inhibitions and climax like a nympho. Being able to do the same for Vivian fed my male ego. I was a stud who could bring this lovely creature to an orgasm.

My dick softened, but remained inside her for a few moments, bathing in the semen that was filling her warm vagina. Regrettably, my deflated dick slid out of her wonderful love hole.

I leaned back, taking a moment to look at her, watching traces of my cum pooled at the entrance to her vagina. She was recovering, taking longer than me to calm down. Her lovely breasts heaved up and down with her breathing. I stayed with her, leaning in and kissing her softly as her body calmed.

We both chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the result of our sudden lust. She had been wonderful, the first woman, other than my wife, that I'd fucked in a long time.

She said, "We'd better get back. They will miss us."

"Right." I said.

I retrieved her clothing that had been strewn around the room and watched with regret as she covered her pussy with her panties. She tried to sop up some of our love juices, but I knew her pussy would be leaking until she got home. She was covered by a sheen of sweat and had that glow of a woman who had just been fucked. I was proud of myself.

I dressed along with her. She went out of the building the way we had entered while I went out another door, taking a few more minutes to rejoin the cheering parents at the soccer field.

My wife, Stacy, was so involved in watching the game that she hadn't missed me. I often wandered around, observing the game from different locations while Stacy remained fixed along the parents' sideline. Vivian was already there and made no effort to acknowledge me. We acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

After the game, we took our daughter home. Our son, Jeffrey had missed the game. He was watching college football with a friend of his.

It was a week later when I came home from work to find Vivian and Stacy in the kitchen, planning the season-ending party for the soccer team. I nodded politely to Vivian. We both had been careful to avoid any show of attraction between us, but my wife had noticed our unnatural formality.

That night in bed, Stacy mentioned, "You seem to like Viv."

I said, "Of course. She's very nice."

"Is that all?"

"What do you mean."

"I was just wondering if you found her attractive."

"I suppose so. She is a pretty woman. Not as pretty as you, though." I moved over and embraced my wife, intending to initiate a love session. She was not receptive.

Then Stacy said, "Someone said they saw the two of you going into the school together during the soccer game last week."

I said, "Yeah. There was a long line at the porta-potties so I let her inside to use the ladies' room."

"You were gone for a long time."

"No, we weren't. I was wandering around a little is all."

She pulled me closer. I mounted her and my dick slid into her pussy. We kissed. She held me very tight. She seemed to know something and was pulling me closer while my dick was inside her.

"I love you." I said.

She said, "I know. I love you too."

She was starting to tear up. I had to ask, "Is something wrong?"

She begged, "Please don't ever leave me."

I kissed her and said, "I promised when I married you. I'll never leave you."

She was crying and said, "I have to tell you something."

"What? Why are you crying?" I held her tight.

She said, "I fucked the soccer coach." She was sobbing into my neck.

I was stunned. My immediate reaction was a mixture of hurt and anger. I quickly regained my self-control. "When did that happen?" My dick had gone soft and slipped out of my wife's vagina.

She said, "Last month. There was a meeting at his house. I was the last one to leave and he seduced me."

I looked at her. waiting for more information.

She said, "I was a much at fault as he was."

"Go on."

"We were talking and he suddenly kissed me. I let him continue and we ended up in his bed. He fucked me twice. I was late getting home for the kids after school."

I was angry, but my dick was hard again. Hearing my wife talk about sex has always been a turn-on. I was surprised at my reaction. I wanted to hear more.

"Tell me about it."

Stacy was aware of my hard dick and my aroused love-making. We had escalated from one of our typical leisurely fucks to a vigorous humping. I was thrusting into her and holding her hips to help me push deeply inside her.

Stacy told me more, testing my reaction. "He had me naked in his bed. He was fucking me, like you are."

I pictured the scene in my head. The coach, who was from Brazil, was a very fit young man. His athletic physique had generated more than a few risqué comments from the wives. He was a stud with a foreign accent. I visualized his long brown cock between my wife's thighs.

Stacy provided more information. "He fucked me twice. We rested in between. I wanted to go home, but he talked me into staying." She paused. "He did more than just fuck me."

"What did he do?"

"He ate my pussy." She was on the verge of tears, terrified of my potential reaction. "You know how I get when you go down there. I can't control my reaction."

It was true. When I eat her cunt, Stacy loses all her inhibitions and acts like a sex-starved slut.

My dick seemed to get even harder, which was not possible. I was fucking my cheating wife with greater intensity and an increased pace.

She was surprised by my reaction and egged me on, "His face was in my cunt, seeing things that only you have seen. His tongue was in my hole. He was licking his own cum from inside me." Then she said, "I sucked his dick too. I cleaned him off after he fucked me the second time."

She was repeating the phrases that we'd both read in erotic stories.

"He made me come."

That did it. My dick erupted, blasting a wad of cum deep into Stacy's womb, symbolically reclaiming her.

As we rested, I decided that it was my turn to confess.

I calmly said, "I fucked Vivian."

"I suspected it."

"Really?"

"I could tell. You were different that night and I saw how you two have purposefully ignored each other. She's been embarrassed around me."

I was stunned at her perceptiveness, but shouldn't have been.

She asked, "How often has it been going on?"

I said, "Just that one time, during the soccer game. We went inside and suddenly we were kissing and she asked me to fuck her."

"It was her idea?"

"It was mutual."

"I'm not surprised."

"Why do you say that?"

"I just suspected it. She fucked Ramone before I did. All the wives knew it."

"Really?"

"Yes. He's had most of the moms."

I was amazed.

Stacy went on, "I made him promise to start Ellie (our daughter) after that first time." She had fucked the coach in return for him favoring our daughter.

I absorbed what she had said. "You fucked him more than once?"

"Three times."

I looked at her. it was not a one-time casual hook-up. My wife had been fucking the soccer coach on a recurring basis.

She sheepishly smiled and said, "There's more to being a soccer mom than you might think."

"Is he better than me?"

She smiled and said, "He's just different. You've been fucking me for years and I know all your tricks. He does a few things that are different. His cock feels different inside me. His scent, his body, his pace are different." She paused and said, "Don't be mad, but he has that wonderful brown cock that goes so far up inside me."

I was getting jealous, but I was fucking her again. Her comments about her new lover aroused my competitive nature. Ramone is younger than me and is much more athletic. There is no way I can match him for sexual appeal to women. I was getting worried.

She changed the subject, "Have you done Vivian again?"

I said, "No. it was a one-time thing."

"Why? Doesn't she want to do it again?"

"I don't know. We've both been very careful to avoid another situation."

My wife asked me, "Did you like her hairy little pussy?"

I said, "She was nice and tight."

"Did you eat her out?"

"No. We just went after each other and fucked."

"You should eat her pussy. She really likes it."

I was stunned. Was this another revelation. "How do you know she likes to have her pussy eaten?"

Stacy looked up at me with a smile on her face, "Every woman likes to have her cunt licked."

I wondered if that was all. Did my wife have more to tell me.

She said, "How 'bout I invite Viv over to plan for the soccer party. You can fuck her. I'd like to watch."

I looked at her, too stunned to answer.

Then she asked, "Would you like to watch Ramone fuck me?"

Interesting thought. Did I want to fulfill my fantasy of watching my wife get fucked by another man? I liked the idea of fucking Vivian again. But what about Vivian's husband Elliott? It was a lot to think about.

Over the next few days, my reaction was not what I would've expected. I found myself being preoccupied at times with a vision of my wife spreading her naked thighs for the soccer coach's hard brown cock. I imagined his cock in her mouth; his face in her pussy. I imagined his brown ass humping up and down with her tanned legs spread beneath him. It was a decadent, but exciting image. I seemed to be fixated on what his cock would look like.

When with Stacy, I focused on her pussy, particularly the opening to her vagina, realizing that it was no longer my exclusive territory. I reflected on how special it had been for my wife to allow me, and only me, to have access to her honey pot. Sharing her, her pussy, stirs complicated emotions. She was enjoying sharing her treasures with another man. Might I lose her?

I was also infatuated with Vivian. I wanted her again. I wanted to take more time with her and get to know her body. I'd only had a glimpse at her pussy. I wanted to put my face in there and eat her out, taste her, make her come in my mouth. I wanted to have her. I imagined being in bed with her wonderfully soft body; enjoying her full breasts, using all three of her holes for my pleasure. The tradeoff was to accept my wife's parallel adventures with her South American lover.

There was a trip to a soccer tournament in North Carolina planned in a few weeks. I began to imagine scenarios where I would get Vivian in bed. The persistent vision of my wife slipping off with the Brazilian soccer coach was equally compelling.

Stacy and I were at a fork in the road of life. Would be continue on the path to an open marriage? Or would we retreat, leery of the potential danger of sharing her with other men?

To be continued.