Soccer Moms and Me, Pt 02

SOCCER MOMS AND ME, PT 2

I was at the rec center to pick up my wife, Stacy. She was in a meeting about our daughter's soccer team. They had made their league playoffs and were going to a tournament in North Carolina. Stacy and a few other team parents were meeting with the coach to make plans.

I saw the other wives leaving, but Stacy hadn't come out of the building yet. I went inside, walked to the room where they normally met and there was nobody there. I was a little late. The meeting had obviously ended. I wandered around, looking for my wife in the nearly abandoned rec center.

Well, you guessed it. I found her. I shouldn't have been surprised.

I walked around the corner and they were in a little office. She was sitting on the edge of a table. The soccer coach, a dude from Brazil named Ramone, was standing between her legs with his pants around his ankles. His bare brown ass was flexing as he fucked my wife. Her bare legs were wrapped around his thighs.

I watched, momentarily hypnotized by what I was seeing. He had her skirt pulled up and was kissing her as he rammed his prick into her married cunt. She didn't see me; her attention was completely focused on the man between her legs. I backed away. I was perplexed, torn between anger and voyeurism. My dick was hard. Rather than interrupting them, I stormed out of the building.

She had told me about her affair with Ramone. As I explained in part one, Stacy and I had mutually confessed to having sex with others. I had fucked another of the soccer moms named Vivian. Stacy had been fucking the soccer coach for a couple of weeks.

Maybe I am a fool, but I accepted her affair; it had been a long-time fantasy of mine to watch her fuck another guy. I didn't have to watch; just knowing that she was sharing her married cunt with someone was a real turn-on for me. I was fucking Stacy when she told me. My dick got harder and I fucked her for over an hour.

But seeing her getting fucked in the office was embarrassing. Undoubtedly, the other people at the meeting knew she was staying behind. Stacy was being careless about her reputation and mine. I'd be the cuckolded husband. What if our children heard about their mom?

We have two kids, teenagers, a boy and our girl, Ellie, who is the soccer star. That's how Stacy met the soccer coach. The Brazilian stud had fucked her, the first time, after one of their soccer mom meetings.

A few days after our mutual confessions of infidelity, she told me, "There is a meeting about the soccer playoff trip this afternoon. I may be late for dinner. Can you feed the kids?"

(This was an earlier meeting from the one I just described.)

I saw the look on my wife's face and wondered if she was telling me that she had another opportunity to be with her lover. Was she asking for my approval? A million thoughts shot through my mind.

I nodded and said, "Have a good time. I'll take care of the kids. Will you eat supper?"

She said, "I probably won't be hungry. I have a busy day and will be pretty tired by the time I get home."

"I can imagine."

"Will you still be up?"

I said, "I'll be waiting for you in bed."

She nodded, showing no apparent awareness of my suspicions.

Well, that evening, the kids were in their rooms studying when Stacy got home. After an hour of mentoring them and puttering around the house, we were ready for bed.

I had asked her if she was hungry. "There is some pizza left over."

She said, "I had something already."

I caught the meaning. "How was it?"

She smiled and said, "Delicious. It filled me up so I'm not hungry."

I nodded.

She asked, "Have you had dessert?"

I said, "No. I was waiting for you, thinking we could share something."

She smiled.

"How was your meeting?"

"Fine."

"Who was there?"

"Oh, the usual group."

"Ramone?"

She casually said, "Of course. We were discussing the trip to Carolina."

"You seem to be a little late. Did you stay after?"

"Only for a few minutes." She walked away, tending to something in the kitchen.

We went into our bedroom. I stripped and got in bed, wearing my pajama bottoms. I watched her fool around, brushing her hair, removing her makeup and undressing. She flitted around in her underwear for a bit. I watched her breasts jiggle in her too-small bra. I could see the wet spot in the crotch of her panties.

She removed her bra and I saw a few hickeys on her boobs. Her lover had left his mark on her. She was acting as if nothing unusual had happened.

She said, "I should take a shower."

I replied, "Just come to bed. You can shower in the morning. I'm ready to go to sleep."

She pondered my comment for a moment before turning off the bathroom light.

She crawled into bed, wearing just her panties. She sidled over to me and we kissed. Our open mouths joined while I contemplated where else her mouth had been. Had she sucked his cock? She was very sensuous with her kiss, putting her tongue in my mouth which hinted that it had been active with Ramone.

I went down and sucked on her tits. She leaned back on the pillow as I worked my way lower, kissing her soft belly and caressing her thighs with my fingers.

She encouraged me to get on with the main even, "Fuck me. I'm too tired for anything else."

I stayed where I was, below the equator. I was eager to see what was beneath her panties, but a bit reluctant as well. I nuzzled the top hem, sliding her underwear down to expose her bush.

She tried to pull me up, saying, "I don't want that tonight. Just fuck me."

I persisted. "I want to."

She tried to stop me, but I persisted. I knew what I'd find inside her panties.

The unmistakable scent of semen filled my nostrils. The smell set off something inside me and I attacked her pussy through her underwear. I sucked on the crotch of her panties, tasting the juices of her and her lover. Stacy was reluctant to react, but soon was writhing in joy as my mouth covered her cheating snatch and overwhelmed her reluctance.

I pulled her messy panties down; quickly removing them. I gazed at her pussy. Her pubic hair was matted with love juices. A glaze of white fluid was oozing out of her vagina. I had eaten my own cum from her pussy a few times. It was gross, but she loved it. Now, another man's cum was in my wife's cunt. She was incredibly aroused when I began to lick her clitoris.

Then, I did it. I put my mouth over her vulva and inserted my tongue in her sloppy cunt-hole. The taste was not pleasant, but that was far outweighed by her reaction. She held my face in her crotch and pressed her thighs against my temples. She was coming, adding more of her own juices to the mess that covered her vulva, her bush and her thighs. I sucked the juices from my wife's messy cunt, cleaning her lover's cum from inside her. My hands reached up and squeezed her tits, flicking over her nipples.

She was moaning and her body jerked with sustained pleasure.

She admitted, "I had him fuck me just before I left so there would be a fresh load for you." Then she said, "I didn't expect you to eat me. I just wanted to give you sloppy seconds like you fantasize about."

Once I had started eating her, she wanted more. She rolled us over and straddled my head. The cum poured out of her, covering my face and scalp. She was smothering me with the bitter tasting mess, spasming uncontrollably; she was as turned-on as I was. I managed to catch a breath and then she pressed her cunt down onto my face again, her gaping vagina pouring its contents right into my open mouth.

She was wild with desire. She spouted obscene comments.

"I was thinking about you while his cock was emptying inside me."

"I want you to watch him fuck me. You can taste his cum when it's fresh."

"He wanted to fuck me in the ass."

"He took some photos. He has some of the other moms getting fucked."

Each comment accompanied another spurt from her cunt. She was wailing. I hoped the kids didn't hear us. They seemed to have realized that they shouldn't interrupt Mom and Dad when Mom was making weird noises in the bedroom.

I flipped her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind, putting my dick in her vagina, enjoying sloppy seconds for the first time (maybe not, she had seemed awfully wet a few times.).

I fucked her thoroughly for a few minutes, then I pulled my dick out and placed it at the entrance to her ass. I was so hard that I easily defeated the resistance of her sphincter. It was a surprise to find her so slippery inside. Had he fucked her in the ass too?

She said, "Be gentle. He was a little rough with me back there."

The realization that the soccer coach was ass-fucking my wife sent another pulse of lust through me. She was my woman. He was a more impressive man that I was and obviously could fuck her better than I did. I was trying to compete with him. My dick started to go soft.

She sensed something wrong and said,

"Come on, baby. Fuck me in the ass."

My dick pressed into her. Her anus was dilated from her lover's cock.

"I've been wanting you all evening. I was thinking of you while he was fucking me."

I slid past her sphincter.

"I wanted him to get me ready for you. Feel how loose and slippery I am."

I certainly did. My cock seemed to slide into her ass effortlessly.

"Fuck my ass." Then she began to wail, coming again.

My pelvis pressed into her ass; my cock was buried in her rectum.

Driven by unrestrained lust, I hammered away at my wife's defenseless asshole. Seeing my dick impaled between her smooth ass cheeks was an unequaled, explicit sight. My wife was beneath me, totally under my control, giving herself to me completely. Another man had fucked her in all three holes, but she had come home to me.

After a sustained period of fucking her ass, I squirted my cum inside her and collapsed. I was asleep in less than a minute. She likes it when I completely exhaust myself fucking her.

The soccer trip was the next week. The evening before the trip was when I went to the rec center to pick up my wife before dinner. She had texted me that the woman she rode with had an emergency and had to leave. I suspected that it was an excuse for her to stay behind with Ramone. I volunteered to pick her up.

When Stacy was not outside waiting for me, I wandered into the rec center, looking for her. That's when I came upon her sitting on the desk, with the soccer coach, Ramone, fucking her with his shiny brown cock. He was standing. Her pale legs contrasted with his muscular dark butt.

They hadn't seen me, so I quietly went back outside and waited.

I don't know why I reacted as I did. I knew quite well that Ramone was fucking her. Fucking him in such a public place was risky for her reputation and it struck me wrong to be relegated to waiting in the car while she was fucking another man.

When Stacy finally got in the car, she looked at me. "I heard you. You saw, didn't you?"

"I did."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so indiscreet."

I was a bit miffed. "Well, I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

She knew I was pissed. "I thought you wanted to watch him fuck me?"

"I never said that."

"No, but you sure get horny when I talk about fucking another guy with you watching."

"That's not the same. It was a fantasy."

"Well, excuse me for taking you up on one of your perverted ideas."

We were angry with one another and had little to say for the rest of the evening.

The next morning, we gathered at the rec center to form a convoy of vehicles for the trip. I started driving. Elliot and I had our two soccer playing daughters in the back seat; our daughter Ellie and his daughter, Kim.

Viv and Stacy and another mom who had been in charge of making the arrangements for the trip were in the car with Ramone, the soccer coach who probably had been fucking all three of them. The arrangement bothered me, but I didn't think they'd stop to fuck on the way.

There were about twenty cars in total. It was a four-hour trip to North Carolina for the tournament. The first game was in the afternoon. We'd stay overnight. There would be two more games on Saturday and folks would either drive home or stay another night.

It was good that I was not in the same car as Stacy. I was still annoyed with her and needed time to reflect on the situation.

We stopped for breakfast at a Denny's and the passenger arrangements rearranged. The two soccer girls joined friends in a van. Stacy and Vivian joined me while Elliott and another parent joined Ramone in his SUV. Elliott was an assistant coach and had to discuss plans for the matches with Ramone.

Vivian and I were getting in our car while Stacy talked with some of the other parents. Viv was getting into the car while I held the door for her. She caught my attention when she spread her legs while getting into the back seat. She smiled at me as she pulled her shorts and panties to the side, showing me her dark, hairy pussy. I could see her slit with some of the goodies between her labia.

"Maybe we can spend some quality time together." She suggested.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Your wife says you are really good at eating her pussy. I'd like to experience that myself."

"I'd be happy to give an exhibition of my talents."

"I don't want just an exhibition; I want a full performance."

I asked, "What about Elliott?"

"I'll send him on an errand or something. Maybe he can do a three-way with your wife and the coach."

I looked at her disapproving of the comment.

She added, "Elliott has the hots for your wife. He would fuck her horny pussy if given the chance."

I contemplated the idea of yet another man getting some of my wife's honey. It seemed like a fair trade if I could have another hookup with Vivian.

I asked her, "I heard you've had some liaisons with the coach."

"I tried him once. I like you better."

I said, "I'd like to have an entire night to show you some of my secret talents."

"Ooh. That sounds like fun. We'll have to arrange something."

Stacy returned which terminated my conversation with Vivian.

She asked me and Viv, "What were you to talking about?"

Vivian said, "Oh, we were making plans for tonight or tomorrow night."

I ended the conversation by saying, "We need to be going, we have a long drive."

Our ride was uneventful for a while, with Viv and Stacy talking a little while I drove.

I was barely paying attention to their conversation, when Stacy said to her friend, "I know you fucked my husband."

Vivian was quiet, then admitted, "I thought you'd figure it out."

Stacy said, "I could tell by the way you two acted that something was going on."

Vivian didn't respond.

Stacy went on, "I wasn't pissed off about him fucking you, but he's pissed about me fucking Ramone."

Viv asked, "Did he catch you?"

Stacy said, "We were in the office in the rec center. David (that's me) walked in and saw us."

Vivian laughed and said, "He doesn't know how much is involved in being a soccer mom."

Stacy laughed. Then she asked me, "Do you want to fuck Viv again while I'm with Ramone?"

I was annoyed. Stacy could tell.

She said, "Honey, maybe you would like to have a three-way with Viv and me?"

I said, "What about Elliott?"

Stacy said, "He could join us too. I've never fucked him." "How is he Viv?"

Vivian said, "He's marvelous but I'm not sure I want to share him."

"Are you afraid he'll like my pussy more than yours?"

Viv chuckled and said, "Maybe David can be the judge of who has the nicer pussy."

I said, "If you two insist." My anger had dissipated somewhat with such a possibility.

Stacy said, "I'll bet Ramone can give us his opinion."

She was taunting me, pissing me off. I said, half in jest, "You bitch. You can ride with him and suck his cock for all I care."

Stacy laughed, "C'mon, babe. I'm kidding. You are a marvelous lover; isn't he Viv?"

Viv laughed, "I can't believe we are having this conversation about fucking your husband."

Stacy asked, "How about Elliott? Is he interested?"

Viv said, "I'm sure he is. He's fascinated by your tits."

"Oh Really?"

"Yeah. When you wear your bikini at the pool, his eyes pop out of his head. When he talks to you, his tongue gets hard."

My wife smiled and asked, "Does he have a big cock?"

Vivian, "Oh year. It's at least ten inches, at least that's what he tells me."

Stacy laughed, then jibed, "Davey says size doesn't matter."

Viv said, "He seemed to the big enough for me."

Stacy said, "Keep telling him that."

Vivian said, "I'll bet you like Ramone's cock." Then she said to me, "Coach has a nice brown pecker, doesn't he Stace?"

Stacy giggled, then asked her friend, "You're the only one who's had all three cocks, Elliott, David and Ramone. Who is bigger?"

Viv said, "I'm not sure." "I don't want to hurt your husband's feelings." Then she tried to make me feel better, "He sure knows how to use it."

My wife added, "He's best with his tongue."

Vivian suggested, "He said he'd like to put his face in my pussy."

Stacy commented, "Hasn't he eaten your cunt yet? You're missing out."

Viv asked, "Does Ramone eat your pussy?"

Stacy said, "He does, but doesn't like to. It's some macho thing about who's the dopminant one. He's not as good as David anyway."

I guess I should've been flattered that I was getting such good reviews as a cunt licker, but they were talking as if I wasn't there.

I said, "You two are talking about me like I'm a piece of meat or something."

Stacy replied, "Aw, poor baby. That's the way you men talk about women. We're sluts, just holes for your cocks."

I commented, "You mean three holes."

Vivian asked, "Ooh, Stacy, does Elliott put his dick up your tailpipe?"

Stacy said, "Yeah, he does. Don't you guys?"

Viv said, "I'll never tell."

They both were laughing.

Stacy asked me, "How 'bout it honey, would you like to fuck Viv in the ass?"

I paused before answering, "Maybe, but only if Viv wanted it." I was being diplomatic. I was thinking of ramming my prick into Viv's smooth ass while we talked about it.

Vivian said, "Ooh, that's nasty. Stacy, how would you feel about your husband fucking me in the ass?"

Stacy said, "I like to watch him fuck your little asshole." Then Stacy asked me, "Is it okay if I watch you do Vivian?"

I said, "I guess so." I hadn't really thought about having Stacy watch me with her friend. It was another stimulating idea.

Then Vivian asked, "Can you swallow Ramone's dick?"

Stacy said, for me to hear; teasing me, "He has a long brown cock that looks so nasty when it's flopping against his leg. I can't get even half of it in my mouth."

Viv said to me, "Better watch out, David; she's found someone bigger than you."

I was reflecting on that when Stacy tried to reassure me, "Don't worry, honey, I still love you. Ramone's just for fun."

They laughed, but my mind was fixated on that long brown cock sliding into my wife's cunt.

It was an amazing conversation. My wife and her friend were comparing my physical assets and my sexual prowess while I was listening. I remembered hearing other guys comparing women in the same way in the locker room.

Then Stacy asked me, "Who is the better fuck, me or Viv?"

I said, "I don't have much of a sample size to evaluate Viv. She'll have to be awfully good to be in your league."

"You better say that." She said.

Vivian said, "I know what, lets swap and then evaluate who's the better fuck, Dave, Elliott or Ramone."

I said, "You two are just using us."

We all laughed at that. I was amazed at the brazen way in which my wife and Vivian were talking about fucking other men.

They finally changed the conversation to the soccer trip when we approached the exit to our destination. I was in a daze from riding with the two sex obsessed beauties.

Once in our motel room, Stacy stripped. I watched her get naked and then dress for the first soccer game. She wasn't wearing much, short shorts and a halter top. She debated whether she should wear a bra. She did.

I wanted to get a quick piece of ass, but there wasn't time. She reached into my pants and grabbed my erect dick.

"Someone's turned on by talking about fucking."

I tried to grab her, but she scooted away.

She said, "Save that for me." Then she added, "Or maybe save it for Vivian."

I asked, "Are you going to spend some time with Ramone?"

She said, "Maybe. Would you be okay with that? You can get another piece of Vivian."

"What about Elliott?"

"I'll keep him busy too, if you like."

I shook my head in amazement. Who was this woman? My faithful wife and the mother of our children had turned into a sex-starved slut.

As we walked to the car, she said to me, "I'm sorry that I've been disrespectful. Ramone is just for sex. I'd never want to live with him. I've had your babies and want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"So, you'll stop fucking Ramone?"

"Sure. Just say so." Then she added, "But then you can't fuck Vivian either."

I was silent, contemplating my options.

Stacy asked me, "Well. What do you say?"

I was in a spot. The options were: Stacy wouldn't fuck Ramone, but I couldn't fuck Vivian; or I could fuck Vivian and my wife would continue with what she had been doing with the soccer coach.

What would you do?

Vivian is a fine piece of ass; a sensuous, personable woman and I'd like to have another hookup with her. Her body is luscious and I would like to have more than a quickie. I'd like to taste her pussy and make love to her multiple times.

I tell myself, Stacy still loves me. Ramone is not a threat. He's just a fling, someone to fuck to relieve the routine in her life. I come with baggage, the responsibilities of our family, paying bills, raising our kids, getting the washing machine fixed, etcetera. With Ramone, she can forget all that and spend the day with him treating her special, the center of attention. He reinforces her sense of desirability as a woman. She's actually more attentive and alive after she's been with him. That all sounds good, but letting your wife have an affair with a stud like Ramone is dangerous. While men are known for letting their dicks think for them, women's pussies sometimes do the same.

To be continued,

maybe,

depending on what I decide.