Soccer Moms

[Guest]

Jake (coach of daughter's soccer team, married):

Why does a man take time out of his busy schedule to coach his daughter's soccer team? Well for some it's to spend quality time with their kids, or to live out their spirit of competition, but for me it was something else entirely. Soccer Moms. You wouldn't think it, but they are some of the most over-worked, under-sexed women around. Many of them just don't get enough at home, and are more than willing to do what it takes to show that they've still got it. And what better way to meet them than to coach little league soccer.

Each year I like to pick one of the moms to entertain during the season. You have to choose wisely though. Of course sometimes the choice is clear. Sandra was one of those no-brainers. Her husband was away on business most of the time, and she was a knockout. She was also very friendly, not sexual at first, but that came with time.

And where was my wife during all of this? Well she and I had drifted over our first few years of marriage. She had her work, and it came first, but you can't imagine how this situation brought us closer.

It all began when I dropped by Sandra's house a couple days after our first practice. Her daughter had sprained an ankle and I just wanted to see if she was ok. If I got a chance to check out her mother while I was there...well that would be a bonus.

 

[asian cunny]

My daughter is a great sports fan like her father. I don't understand most of the rules, whether it's baseball, soccer or tennis. And when I watch a game, it's not impossible that I cheer for the wrong team or the wrong score.

When Cindy said she wanted to play soccer, I was against it, but her dad was of course for it. And so she joined the junior league. I don't understand why girls would want to play soccer, it's a rough sport, although not a rough as football.

Well, what I predicted happened, and Cindy sprained her ankle during first practice. I was there and took her home immediately to put ice on it. I may be dumb, but I'm a good Mom. And a pretty one too, some may even say beautiful.

I'm 5'5, 120lbs, and after two children and now in my mid forties, still have a compact body. Long dark hair, big brown eyes, pert nose, lovely mouth. Small tits, flat tummy, great ass, long legs. Appreciated by men, except my husband, who is away on business trips most of the time, chasing skirts in every town and city.

This morning Cindy's coach (what's his name again?) called, asking about Cindy. He said he wanted to come over to see how Cindy is doing. I said she was fine, still a little swollen, but going to school already. He said he'd come by after school.

 

[Guest]

Jake:

When I arrived at Sandra's house, she greeted me at the door wearing tight jeans, and what appeared to be an even tighter tank top. Cindy wasn't home yet, but she invited me in anyway. I of course, asked about Cindy's health which was ostensibly my reason for visiting, but I couldn't help but stare at Sandra's lovely ass as she led me through the house. She offered me a drink and as we sat and made small talk the bulge in my pants grew. I barely caught a word she said. Her body had my complete attention. This one had a fire...she still had a drive, even if her husband didn't care to do anything about it. I decided then that I had to have her.

 

[asian cunny]

Cindy's coach is the father of one of the other kids, I forget which. He looks like a nice, kind man, and lives on the other side of town. He works as a salesman or something, I can never figure out Cindy's friends' father's jobs.

Anyway, we're sitting in my living room, waiting for the schoolbus to bring Cindy home. He's telling me about soccer, which he thinks interest me so much, and I look at him, seeming to hang on to his every word. But in fact, I'm looking at his handsome face: his dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and the sexiest mouth I've ever seen. Imagining how it would feel like to be kissed by those sexy lips.

Suddenly feeling hot and embarassed by those thoughts, I stand up to look out the window, hoping the bus will come soon.

 

[sexykim]

Hey, would it be ok with you two if I joined in as Cindy, Sandra's daughter?

 

[Cameron]

I would have no problem with playing Ted, Jake and Christine's [Jake's wife] next door neighbor.

 

[asian cunny]

OOC:

I may have a better idea. Let's not make this an incest story, OK?
How about this: Sexykim is Christine, Jake's wife. And Cameron is Bob, Sandra's husband, who walks in on Sandra and Jake later. Sandra has this fantasy of 2 guys fucking her, who better than her hubby and another hot guy?
And Chris and Jake's sex life that has waned, doesn't mean that Chris is not interested in sex. It's just that she needs more spice, that she finds in Bob, an old school friend who she bumps into. How they all get together later... well I'm not trying to write the scenario. Let it play out by itself....

What do you say Jake? It's your thread in the first place...

[Edited by asian cunny on 08-31-2000 at 03:38 AM]

 

[Guest]

OOC: I like AsianCunny's imagination. I'd rather not make this an incest story either. Let's stick with adults too. Thanks.

Jake:
So there I was sitting in the living room with Sandra, and trying to make small talk. We talk about soccer, but I'm not sure that she's all that interested. I try to change the subject to talk about her family, but she seems sad as she explains how her husband is away so often. I casually comment that I'd never leave if I was married to her. Quickly I realize that I may have crossed the line, but I confidently smile and take her hand.

 

[Cameron]

Bob [Sandra's husband]

No problem with the changes.

I stay at the office longer than I should on weekdays. I love Sandra but she appears to be cool on sex. I get the impression that she goes through the motions when we are together. Hell, I am no Adonis but neither am I the Hunchback of Notre Dame!
Sandy seems to have turned away from me, sexually, at least and if I suggest any kind of sexual game like role playing or dressing up, she looks at me as if I am perverted. Maybe I am. . . shit, don't know what to do to rekindle the flame.

One of the customers at my store is a lovely woman by the name of Christine. She is a tall, slim blonde who is extremely friendly but their is a sadness in her eyes that I have seen in my mirror. The thought has crossed my mind to find out where she lives but this would be stupid,. A gorgeous woman like her, with a finger weighed down with Diamonds, would not be intersted in me and an affair would widen the gap between Sandy and me.

 

[asian cunny]

sorry i was away from the thread a coupla days

I look at him, surprised at his comment, and don't realize that he's taken my hand. "Really? You wouldn't? But why?" I say, perplexed.

He smiles and strokes my hand, "Why should I? If I were your husband, I'd keep your bed warm for you." Then he turns my hand over and strokes my palm.

I try to pull my hand away, but he holds on, saying: "Would you like that?" while looking me deep in the eyes.

I'm confused now by what he's talking about, not being able to concentrate. I like him stroking my hand, especially my palm, which turns me on. So I just nod my head....