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This is my favorite time of year. Everything outside smells good; it's all getting green and everything's growing. The exciting sound of a ball cracking against a bat fills the air - and the baseball babes are out in droves, taking advantage of all the opportunities warm weather brings for them to flash the flesh.
I say screw the five food groups . . . Listen up: these are the five B's: beer, baseball, boobs, butts and beef (not necessarily in that order) All are necessary to sustain the growth and development of a young man's mental and physical health.
Spring always makes me feel like I'm a young man again, even though I'm almost forty years old and have been married to the same woman for nearly half of those. We have an amazing son Roger who's in high school now.
Back when I went to the University of Wichita, I played baseball. Like a lot of guys, I had big dreams of playing pro ball, but I guess I wasn't really good enough. And then my high school sweetheart accidentally let me get her knocked up, so those dreams were definitely over. But I missed the game, so I decided to start coaching Little League when Roger was four.
That was more than ten years ago, and I'm still coaching the Mustang League because I enjoy the game so much. These little guys are great. They're nine and ten years old, which is old enough to know the rules but young enough to know there's still plenty they need to learn. They have plenty of energy and give it their all every time they go out. Yeah, I love these guys. It's their parents I have a hard time dealing with. Some of these pompous assholes just don't know when to stop. They're always sure their precious offspring is the next Big Thing - and I'm a total moron for not seeing it. I never manage to give their wonderfully talented junior athletes enough time on the field - and I always have them playing the wrong positions. Well, screw me backwards, then - and tell me . . . if I'm so damned wrong, then why have so many of the kids I've coached gone on to collect awards playing high school and college ball? My teams always won a high percentage of the games they played, and my players were well-known and respected on the circuit for their fairness and good sportsmanship. I always told the smart-mouthed motherfuckering parents to feel free to pull their kids off the team and set up their own deal and then they could do what the fuck they wanted with it. Didn't usually shut them up, but sometimes it made me feel better.
That's how Connie entered my life last season. She was Teddy's mother. Poor kid; in all my years of coaching, he was one of the worst players I'd ever encountered. He lucked out big-time in the Mother department, though. Connie was a bottle blonde with a big mouth and a big heart made of pure gold. She was also toned and tanned and big-breasted, and liked showing off her assets in those little tank tops. She also liked wearing teeny-tiny little short shorts that accented her magnificent long legs and her prominent cameltoe. Hell, half the guys at a game at any given time had their eyes on Connie and not on their own kids. It's hard to ignore her. She's at every practice and every game - jumping up and down and yelling her lungs out; cheering my boys on.
Close as I can figure, she and Teddy must be living off her ex-husband's money. They have a fairly luxurious lifestyle, so I guess he must have a lot of dough. She doesn't have a job - but they live in a huge house on a sweet little plot of land. Teddy has a laptop and an I-pod and an X-Box and all the stuff kids think they have to have these days. Connie drives a brand-new Lexus and they both have new clothes all the time.
Anyway, she came to me last spring during signups and asked if I could get Teddy on my team. It must've been about forty degrees out, but she was wearing probably the shortest skirt I've seen a woman wear in public. And one of those little tops she wears with the thin straps. No bra, either - her nipples were as hard as rocks and they poked up against the material. Red high heels. Made my pecker poke up against my pants, that's for sure. The most talented kids get evenly split between the teams, but Teddy wasn't in that group. I acted like I would have to pull some strings, but it didn't take any effort at all. I figured it would be worth having Teddy warming the bench if I got to see Connie on a regular basis.
At our first practice it became apparent that Teddy was well behind the other kids. It was obvious to everyone. Conne approached me after practice and asked me if I'd come over to their house once a week or so to give her snot-nosed little kid some private lessons. When she offered to pay me, that clinched the deal. I told her I'd work with him. She batted her eyelashes a few times and coyly looked up at me. Then she touched my arm lightly as she told me she understood. She smelled great; like soap and fresh air.
She was flirting with me, and I was falling for it. In all the years we'd been married, I'd never once been unfaithful to my wife. I'd thought about it at least a bazillion and a half times, though - especially since our marriage had about as much passion as a bag of old rags. But for some reason, I'd always managed to keep my dick in my pants. The wife and I still had sex, but that was literally all there was to it - it was just sex - it wasn't anything special, and I had a hard time remembering when anything had been any different between us. It was obvious she considered it her "wifely duty", or some such shit. She never showed up at either practices or games. Never had. In fact, she hated baseball.
So while I didn't consciously respond to Connie, I found I couldn't get her out of my mind, either. I couldn't forget the way she smelled, the softness of her hand on my arm or how her laugh sounded like music. I also couldn't forget her big friendly smile or her round, bouncy boobs or those long legs that went on forever. She conveniently popped into my mind as I stood in the shower and soaped myself. My cock grew huge as I jerked off imagining how it would feel for it to be buried between her magnificent breasts. My fantasy was so vivid I popped my load in a matter of minutes. Thoughts of Connie's naked body fueled my fantasies for the rest of the week.
And that's how I found myself sitting at her kitchen table drinking beer in the middle of a warm and sunny spring Saturday afternoon. I was supposed to be there for a little one-on-one time with Teddy, but he was more interested in hanging out in his room eating cheetoes and playing computer games. His mother was more interested in playing with me. And I was more interested in just sitting there in her kitchen looking at her boobs and tossing back a few cold ones. So we were all doing what we wanted, and we were all happy.
So she and I were sitting there talking and drinking - and my eyeballs were glued to her breasts. After a little while, she noticed me staring and told me she felt flattered by my attention. Before long, the conversation turned to sex. She told me she had no desire for a real relationship and that she missed having a no-strings-attached married sex buddy; that she'd been carrying on a long-standing affair with her former boss until he'd upped and moved to Michigan, leaving her high and dry.
Hot damn ! Those words were like music to my ears. I finished the last of my beer, put the can on the table and flashed her what I hoped was a wicked grin as I told her I'd be an excellent replacement man for that job. She threw back her head and laughed out loud. Then she finished the last of her beer, put the can on the table and said she agreed with me.
She got up and walked around the table to me. Then she pulled her shirt up, showing her tits to me. "I saw you looking at my girls earlier. You want a closer look ?" Before I could say anything, she shoved one of her hard nipples right into my mouth. I started greedily sucking on it right away. I grabbed her thighs and held on tight with both hands. She was wearing another of those teeny little skirts she liked so well. I moved my hands up the insides of her toned thighs and was a little surprized to find out she wasn't wearing any underpants. She spread her long legs apart so I could slip a finger up into her already wet pussy. She moaned and blew warm breath into my ear and whispered to me that she wanted my hard cock inside her - NOW !
I almost blew my wad in my pants right then and there. In all the years we'd been married, my wife had never once said anything like that to me. It made me hotter than I think I've ever been. I was ready to throw her down and do the dirty on the kitchen floor, but she was afraid her kid would come barging in to get something from the refrigerator or something. So we got up and went upstairs to her bedroom.
She ran through the door, pulling me after her. Then she slammed it shut and locked it. She jumped on the bed, pulling me down on top of her and running her hands under my shirt, laughing and raking my back with her long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I rammed my tongue down her throat and my hand up the front of her shirt. I grabbed her nipple and twisted it hard. I shot my other hand up between her legs and started rubbing her fat clit.
She told me it was a nice stiff cock she needed right now because she was capable of jerking herself off and didn't need anybody's help for that. So I unzipped my jeans and pulled my hard johnson out and shoved it right up into her hot, wet snatch. Jeez, she was tight ! She was thrusting up to meet my pumping when all of a sudden she rolled me over and hopped on and started riding me hard and fast. She playing with her nipples and grinding her cunt down on my cock - faster and faster and harder and harder - obviously finding her own g-spot and then sending herself into multiple spasms of pure pleasure. I shot my wad a few seconds later and then immediately got up and showered and left; didn't want the wife asking any questions. Even though our marriage was lukewarm, I didn't want to rock the boat - I mean, things could be a whole lot worse. Before I left, we agreed that I'd come over again the next Saturday afternoon, same time as today.
I couldn't believe it, but my wife actually wanted sex that night. She laid there and spread her legs and waited for me to fuck her. The only way I could get hard was to think about sex with Connie earlier that afternoon. I could tell my wife had an orgasm when she let loose with her customary "Mmmmmmmm" and then immediately rolled over and fell asleep. After she was finished, I thought about Connie some more as I jerked off. I blew my wad on my wife's naked butt as she snored.
Thoughts of Connie filled my week. I couldn't wait til Saturday afternoon. I got there an hour early, and even then she was waiting for me. She'd even sent her little brat over to his father's to spend the day; how thoughtful. There wasn't anything I could teach him, anyway - and we all knew it. She and I sat in the kitchen and hurriedly tossed back a six-pack then headed for the bedroom and got straight down to business. She suggested I fuck her asshole. Just the thought of it made my cock hard as steel. I'd had a few painful fumbles with anal sex back in college, but this was different. Connie truly liked having her ass filled and fucked. Her butt muscles squeezed my cock tight. I groaned and filled her poopchute with hot sticky cum.
Then I turned her over and spread her thighs. I buried my head in her well-trimmed snatch and started eating her juicy pussy, licking her clit and fucking her with my hard tongue. She grabbed my head and held it firmly in place as she mashed her steamy cunt against my face. She started rocking back and forth and screaming as she came. After we had such a good time this afternoon, we knew once a week wasn't going to be enough - so we decided to start meeting on Wednesdays, as well.
So that's how Connie and I got started. She and I have been going at it for about a year now. We've had fantastic sex in the Little League office. We've had incredible sex in her Lexus. We've had no-holds barred sex in every crappy little no-tell motel within a twenty-mile radius of the town where we live. Once, she gave me a blow job underneath a table in a restaurant. The next night, I returned the favor by discretely finger-fucking her as we sat at the same table at in the same restaurant. We've even had sex in public in a field in the country - as well as outdoors in a forest.
She and I have done all sorts of wild and wicked sex stuff I've only seen in porno flicks. She really likes getting playful spankings, and I like giving them. I love having her over my lap, pretending to struggle. I've fucked both her cunt and her ass with lots of different weird things like hammer handles, hairbrushes, carrots and cucumbers - as well as many sizes of dildoes and vibrators. I've learned a lot about different kinds of knots and tying people up. We've even peed on each other. Connie is absolutely amazing. She loves having sex with me and always does anything - and I DO mean ANYthing - I ask her to. Plus, she's got a real active imagination and a lot of crazy ideas of her own.
One afternoon we'd just got through fucking and were laying in bed at some cheap-assed motel on the outskirts of town telling each other more of our fantasies. I tell her that I've always wondered what it'd be like to be involved in a menage-a-trois with two beautiful women; I'm sure it'd be really hot. She tells me she's really glad to hear that - but that it's a little strange because that's what she's decided to treat me to for my birthday - that she's already talked to her friend Liz about it, and Liz has agreed. I've met Liz a few times and what an amazon goddess she is ! She's absolutely gorgeous, too - a tall redhead with waist length fire-colored hair and curves in all the right places.
My birthday is in three weeks. I can't wait.
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