4 comments/ 95655 views/ 11 favorites Swim Coach By: GallowaysGhost "Come on girls, we're gonna be late, let's GO!" Jill Osborn pushed her two daughters out the door so she could take them to Wednesday night swim practice. Jill, was the typical stay-at-home 30-something MILF, who spent most of her day doing laundry, cleaning, cooking, and chauffeuring her teenagers to friends and activities. But for her, swim practice was a welcome two hour break from the daily grindstone, every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights, 6-8pm. She loved taking her kids to swim practice, and made sure they never missed a practice. For one thing, most parents didn't attend swimming practices which are long and tedious, preferring to drop their kids off and come back in 2 hours. So unlike soccer or softball she wasn't forced to listen to the inane chatter and ridiculous gossip of other mothers. She would take a crossword puzzlebook or a mystery novel and enjoy some quiet time. Which is what she did the first few years her daughters were on the Pennsylvania Aquatic Team(PAT). Then last year, in preparation for his retirement, coach John brought in a new young assistant coach, Jason Kane. Jason was all of 26, cute in a Matt Damon sort of way. His six foot six inch frame, topped with light brown hair, blue eyes, wide easy grin and a strong jaw were eye-catching. Jill found the rest even more mouthwatering---a chest chiseled by the gods, with rippling muscles and not a bit of hair seen except for a small trail of light brown that trickled from his belly button down. He almost never wore a shirt so that was always on display while his legs showed not an ounce of fat, his thighs like small oak trees. And of course, he looked great in his tight blue Speedos that were his standard "coach" uniform. Jill knew the other mothers were missing out on this eye candy, and she enjoyed glancing up from her novels to take a quick look over his tight physique, and dripping wet body as he climbed in and out of the pool. To her delight, since becoming the head coach he went in and out of the pool more frequently. Also this year her daughters had entered an older age bracket which had less girls and even less parents as most teenage girls don't want or need their parents watching over them. Most nights, Jill was the only parent in the stands, and often had a chance to talk to Jason as the girls changed before and after practice. While most of their conversations were innocent discussions of the upcoming events and how she could help out with snacks or carpools, there was a slight undercurrent of sexual tension. She noticed his eyes often settled on her size 42DD rack. While very beautiful, with waist-length red hair, she was still flattered at the attention of someone slightly more than a decade younger, and would encourage his looks by wearing tighter tank tops, sometimes even forgoing her sports bra. While she kept tight control of herself during those brief conversations, Jill often found herself fantasizing about him and his Speedos at night and even during the day. She would even close her eyes while performing her marital duties with her husband, and imagine it was Jason with her in bed. She knew he was engaged and had met his fiancé Eliza a few times---the woman was high-maintenance and often henpecked poor Jason whose wallet probably couldn't keep up with her expensive tastes. One day after watching the superbitch fiancé again pestering Jason for money so she could go shopping, Jill realized Jason probably didn't get very much action from the uptight woman. Why did he stay with her? Jill shook her head as she knew many many people out there had no reason to be together but for whatever reason stayed and suffered. Another problem had arisen, so to speak for Jason. Being a mentor figure and cute besides, he had several teenage girls with growing bodies flirting with him. Eighteen year-old Senior Claire was the worst tease, often trying to find some excuse to rub up against him, hugging him before and after each practice, dropping the neckline on her swimsuit lower and lower, etc. Claire was a normal teenage girl leader, often embarrassing her swim mates with some comment or tease sexual in nature that not only made the intended target blush, but would be loud enough to be overheard by Jason. He would redden as well and pretend he didn't hear. Many times during the practices Jill would look up after hearing some of Claire's banter to enjoy the expression on his face. She also peek at his Speedos, admiring his package as it began to strain in the confines of the suit. Sometimes when it became a little "too" visible, she noticed he would call a timeout or leave the girls to swim laps while he disappeared into his office presumably to make a call. Today started off as normal except that Claire had brought a new swimsuit(while many did wear the "uniform" suit to practice, they weren't required to do so for practices, just had to ensure it was a one piece). Claire's new suit was extremely skintight, probably two sizes too small for Claire. Her small breasts pushed against the material and her bulletsized nipples were clearly outlined. After one drill that day, Claire had told a blonde joke to her friends..typically bawdy, and as usual, loud enough for Jason to hear. Despite himself, he chuckled aloud for the first time ever. His cheeks became crimson when he realized it was clear he couldn't pretend not to hear. Claire lit up at the sound of his laughter and sight of his obvious embarrassment. She ran over and leaned on his arm, her barely covered nipples brushing against his skin. She whispered something in his ear and skipped off with a giggle. As Jill watched the red in his face deepened and he stammered about a break as he rushed to his office. Jill had noticed that the outline of his package had stretched the suit more than she had ever seen it before. She knew then what she had to do. Jill headed straight to his office and caught hold of his door before he closed it. Following him in, she shut it quickly and quietly behind her. He spun around, surprised, still blushing, but caught with his hands reaching toward his suit. Jill smiled when she saw his bulging Speedos. "I need to talk to you". "Um....can't it wait?" Hands quickly to his side, closing, flexing, failing in every attempt to mask his condition. "No, I really need to talk to you, and you should listen to me." Fidgeting, he nervously said, "Ok", and tried to move behind his desk so his dilemma would be less visible. "Stop! I need you to face me". He twisted, very jittery, unsure what he was getting into, and anxious to get back to his original agenda. "I know what is happening---Claire is a real siren, and she provokes a natural response in most red-blooded males. But you are a coach, and you need to do a better job hiding your body's response." His body slumped and his face paled and his eyes grew to size of saucers. He hadn't expected this... "Oh God, I know, I am so so sorry, I am going to quit coaching, this is so----", he wailed-- "SSSSHHhhhhhhh" Jill held up a hand. "Don't quit---you are best coach girls ever had. I know it's tough. I was 15 once and flirted all the time with my science teacher...I know the power of a teenage girl's body".. "So what do you want me to do?" Whining. Helpless. Jill smiled, licked her lips, carefully lowered her face to look right at his full Speedos. "Allow me to help you..." Jason hesitated, his face showing confusion. "Wha--" "Sssshhh". Jill hushed him again, but this time placing an index finger on his mouth. Then tracing his pouting lips with her long fingertip, she commented..."better tell the girls to take a snack break, we need a bit more time than your usual 5 minute break.' He blushed again, not sure if she was implying she knew what he did during those 5 minute breaks. "Uhm" As he tried to respond this she slipped the finger into his mouth allowing him to suck it. Then she abruptly pulled it out..."NOW!" Her firm tone sprang him into action. He broke away, pushed past Jill and opened the door, but only stuck his head out, not wanting to display the state of his lower half. "Uhm..girls...please take a snack break..I have some paperwork to fill out and I'LL BE OUT IN 15 minutes." His voice had jumped midsentence because Jill couldn't resist squeezing his tight hard ass... He closed the door a little too loudly and spun around. "Why'd you do that?" He hissed, shocked, embarrassed. Jill gave a throaty laugh and leaned forward to whisper in his ear "because your future rests..." she paused to place one hand on his the front of his Speedos while the other squeezed his ass again..."...in my hands! Now do you want my help?" Jason groaned. It was part resignation but mostly lust. Jill's heart beat faster as she knelt down...she was doing it, for the first time since high school, living out a fantasy. Her hand slipped inside the leg of his Speedos to feel for the silky flesh of his hard member. She admired the look of it straining against the Speedos, storing the memory for the future, and proceeded to pull his Speedos down, freeing his engorged cock. As he stepped out of the Speedos, she watched his balls bounce, noticing more of a jaunt in the left sac. She bit off a giggle then snapped back to realization that here in front of her for first time in 15 years was another man's cock besides her husband's. Before she was married Rick, she had seen her fair share, particularly at parties, but she had married young, right out of high school shortly after getting pregnant with her first daughter(which was the result of her partying!). While she had grown to love her husband, the sex had settled into the stale pattern with occasional spicing up on anniversaries or their birthdays when they would try role-playing or light bondage. But 15 years of Coca Cola and she was ready to try Dr. Pepper. Now, she took in the moment, the wondrous sight in front of her, of a virile male cock, approximately 26 years of age. The familiar musky scent mixed with chlorine made her swoon slightly. Jason had neat but slightly bushy pubic hairs. His cock was long, thick and circumcised, the fireman hat glistening with precum as his changebag-sized sac swayed underneath. Jill took in a deep breath, leaned forward, and slowly exhaled cool air onto the tip. Jason shivered and groaned. She smiled, twirled a finger into his pubic hair, wrapping several strands tightly and pulling it taut. She blew again onto the tip. It tilted upward to meet her mouth. As his breathing became ragged she looked him in the eyes and stated "Not that today, hon. It's a long season, and I intend to enjoy each and every practice. If you want that, you should.." she paused again to tug his short hairs, "...shave this. I want to take your whole length in and when I gag I don't want it to be for the wrong reasons. Besides, you're a swimmer, don't they say you should be as bare as possible? " She teasingly yanked the hair again and he grunted. His face registered disappointment, and confusion. "Hmmm...but I can't let you go out in this condition can I? You need a release, right?" One hand gripped the base of his stiff cock as her fingers continued to twist and untwist his pubes, She pulled her other hand from behind his back and began ministering his whole package. She loved the satiny texture of his flesh against her hand, so soft yet stretched tight, unwrinkled. Pushing hard against it with her palm her green fingernails grazed his sac. Taking a moment, she slid a finger up and down the length, enjoying as it became more rigid.. As her fingers and thumb, wrapped around she realized they barely touched. His length was only slightly longer than her husband's but the width was twice as thick. Mindful of her limited time she shook herself from her revelry and rubbed and stroked, first very hard and fast, then slowly, but even harder. Time and again her thumbnail flicked over his urethra, eliciting a grunt each time. Pulsating wildly Jason's member strained more and more until a sharp stab of his sac by her fingernail made him gasp and release several long white threads that shot past her onto side of his desk, staining the wood. Jill grasped even more firmly, delighting in the fluid pounding through the thick vessel of flesh in her hands. With determination she wrung the last drops from him, which dribbled onto the floor. She was overwhelmed and she felt close to having an orgasm right there, completely untouched herself, such was the assault on her senses---the scent of his volume of semen, the feel of his cock, the look of ecstasy on Jason's face, the sound of his gasping breath...she licked the air and could almost taste the passion. How exhilarating! He slowly slid to the ground beside her, exhausted from his efforts. This stirred Jill from her elation, She stood up, looked down at his sweating face and whispered..."...it's a long season. I can't wait until the next practice!" She stepped past him, cracked the door slightly and slipped out. Perspiration mingled with pool water across his heaving body. Jason reached up to the door knob, pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his Speedos. "Yes, I can't wait either." he admitted to himself. "Unfortunately that isn't until tomorrow night. " He sighed, adjusted the Speedos, thought of wiping the dripping semen from his desk panel and decided he didn't have the time. Back to practice. Well, at least Claire would be less of a distraction.... Swim Coach and Friend Seduce Coed I'm a college swim coach, 39, with short black hair, 5'4" 120 lbs. After our great winning season I had a party and invited all the girls on the swim team After the party my girlfriend Katie, who is 36, blonde and in very good shape, said that she would help me clean up. I said don't take it all on yourself; ask one of the girls to help. Well,she said, "there's this cute girl who keeps gazing at me who would make a great volunteer" "You are soooo bad," I replied, "as long as we get this mess cleaned up before next week I don't care who helps." Most of our guest were exiting when I noticed that Mandy and Katie were doing more gabbing than cleaning up. So I went outside and told them I had this great bottle of wine we could open if this all gets cleaned up by nightfall. As I got closer, I noticed what Katie was noticing, which was that Mandy was very beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Our eyes met and her smile melted me. "That would be great Ms. Smythe, and afterward, maybe we could take a dip in your hot tub!" I couldn't wait to see her out of her skirt and top. She had very generous chest with very pert nipples. Her 19 year old body was so tight and firm. I had never noticed her at practice and assumed she was one of new freshman girls or a tranfer student. After cleaning up in the kitchen I came out to find Katie and Mandy already changing. I joined them and we all hopped into the hot tub in our bikinis. We proceeded to converse about the season when I noticed that Mandy seemed a little distracted. It was then that I noticed that Katie had her foot between Mandy's thighs. As we chatted she had surreptitiously slid her foot there and Mandy was letting her tease her thru her bikini bottoms. I pretended not to notice from this point to see how far this would go. After a while Katie invited her to sit closer because "this jet here feels so good against my lower back, here...try it..." When the bubbles parted slightly I could see that Katie had slipped down Mandy's bottoms and was very delicately exploring our young friend's vaginal petals with her fingers, making sure, or so she thought, that I didn't notice. "Well," I finally announced, "this is my house and if anyone is going to have any fun, I want to play too..." They both looked stunned. With that I slid over and reached down to find my girlfriend's hand fully feeling Mandy's sweet mound. "I see....you sure this is ok mandy? Katie's not pressuring you is she?" Mandy nodded no, saying "I've never been with a girl before, but I've often fantasized about it. I guess if I'm enjoying this I should at least not stop what feels so natural. Are the two of you lovers?" "Yes," said Katie, "we've lived together for about a year and we both find you absolutely adorable." With that I tugged down her bottoms completely and proceeded to move into kiss her. She parted her lips slightly and I darted my tongue between them. She accepted my tongue lovingly and darted her own out to explore my very willing mouth. Katie wanted a turn kissing this pretty young girl. Katie's lips moved to Mandy's open lips and Mandy let her kiss her very deeply also. I loved watching my lover enjoy this sweet young coed. Their lips were now locked and instead of jealousy all I could feel was excitement and anticipation of what I would do to her next. I reached behind her to undo her top...she stopped me and suggested we should get more privacy. I agreed and we grabbed some towels and proceeding upstairs to my master bedroom. I peaked between her legs and noticed her trimmed pussy hair exposed very pouty lips. I locked the door and we arranged ourselves with her in the middle of the bed. I removed my top and bottoms and Katie did the same. Our nude moist bodies were cooled by the air outside the tub and all our nipples were quite hard. Katie then said to Mandy, "you have to most gorgeous breasts i've seen on a girl your age." Mandy replied, "will you two promise me that this will be our secret, I have a fiance who's in politics and if it got out that I was bi it would be scandalous" "No problem" we said, "as long as you let us suckle those perfect breasts. She nodded vigorously, as we descended on her gorgeous body. I took the left one and Katie the right. Mandy's moans filled the room as our tongues ran circles around her pouty aerolas. We teased them then each began suckling them hungrily. Mandy loved it hold us tightly against her and beginning to moan louder and louder. After a few succulent minutes we slid down her body and spread her firm thighs wide apart. Our fingers spreading her now moistened petals. Her pink inner folds now explosed to our curious tongues. We could barely stop ourselves as we each took turns nibbling her clitty until it was visibly throbbing. Finally, she begged us to let her cum. I dove in and slid my tongue deep inside her cunny, exploring her pink center. I wiggled my tongue in deep, devouring her now flooding juices. Then I moved out and took her clitty between my lips and tongue lashed it. I watched as Katie held her as her body began convulsing with delight. As she came she screamed for more. Katie could take no more and moved up to straddle her adorable face, slowly sliding her own pussy to her for her enjoyment. Mandy closed her legs when she could take no more. I moved next to them to pinch Katie's nipples as she rode our adorable new friend. Katie's pussy pressed down tight as Mandy pushed her tongue inside. Then with a gentle moan, Katie trembled letting a sweet stream of juices into Mandy's hungry mouth, cumming as hard as I've ever seen her cum. Katie collapsed on top of us and we all giggled and held each other tight, all falling into a deep sleep. Swim Coach Ch. 02 The next practice started off in the typical fashion. Jill read her romance novel ignoring the pool for the first 45 minutes. She purposely concentrated on the book as her plans had her too excited and she needed the distraction. Jill had worn a thin short sleeve tshirt with the team motto:"My wake, your funeral", with a matching, modest-length denim shorts, and her new daniblack blue toe-ring sandals that was bought on Zappos and delivered that morning. "Ok, time for a break" Jason announced. The sound of his deep Josh Turner voice broke thru her mental wall and she hurriedly put the book down. He was climbing out of the pool, water dripping down his back and off his wet Speedos that clung to his gorgeous ass. He turned and looked her way. "Jill, do you have a minute to discuss an upcoming meet now?" She giggled to herself at the unintentional pun in his words. "I need a parent to help with the carpool and bring snacks and I am hoping you can help. " "Sure." She glanced at his front, but he was not in his aroused state, yet. YET. Even so, his package still filled out the suit nicely. She nodded, gathered her purse and book, and followed him into his office, her sandals clacking and echoing throughout the pool building. As before, he closed the door but this time without her bidding. With a sheepish look he started, "Well, last night was rather unusual and---" "Ssshhh..." As before, she hushed him with a finger on his lips...then trailed the frosted blue fingernail down to his chest, neatly between his nipples, his six-pack abs...and then continuing the movement over the front of his soaking Speedos, which quickly stretched its limits. NOW he was aroused. Rivulets of water were trickling down his torso—leaning forward her tongue caught one hanging off his nipple. He shivered. Gliding her face across his chest and down to his belly button, she swooped up each droplet. He had held his breath, not even twitching during her intensive effort to clear the pool water from his upper half. Jill looked Jason directly in the eyes, then with a wry smile, bent down, and her tongue darted out of mouth and swooped down onto his stuffed suit. She leisurely licked the bulge from bottom to top. He moaned. Jill stood up, ran her tongue across her lips. Chlorine, water, Lycra and man all intermingled to create a wonderfully strong taste. Smirking, she sat back on the desk, slipping off her sandals. He moved forward, aggressive, anxious to take her into his arms, but she shook her head. He stopped, puzzled, than started to pull down his suit but she stopped him with another shake of her head and a sly teasing grin. He was even more confused. "You taste great thru the Speedos and I am sure you taste even better with them off, but let's hold off on that until next week. For now I want to try something else..." Leaning back onto the desk, she slid her feet out of her open-toed sandals. She laid her left foot on his thigh, then moved her other bare foot onto his bulge. A toenail traced its outline, and then flicked underneath. His eyes turned skyward, his face tensing as the sensation travelled up his body. She loved his reaction. :"Your balls are so sensitive...I love that!" Jill exclaimed in a husky voice...She patted her toe on one testicle then the other. Even with Speedos on, she knew where each tap should land. It felt like holding a marshmallow, and she could fill the sac jiggle with each tap. Now she moved her other foot up, and squashed his cramped cock between them. And squeezed, eliciting new sounds from Jason. He fell back against the door for support. Her feet rubbed...and rubbed...Jill treasured the feel of the silky material on her soft soles, and kept rubbing ...Shifting her position, her bent toes wrapped themselves around the perpendicular shape of his suit, flexing and scraping the curved length as much as the wet suit rubbery suit allowed. Then she shifted back to chafing his thinly covered cock with her soles, next her heels, pressing hard, soft, then hard again. Jason's fists balled up, his cheeks flushed and his breathing became raspier, as he tried to hold his control...but couldn't any longer. "Uggh...." His Speedos arched up between her feet and she was impressed as it lurched no less than six times. He grinned sheepishly at first then as he looked down, his mouth widened in silent horror. He realized he had cum in his suit and now had to go out there to finish the practice. Jill laughed inwardly to herself then said to him aloud "Hush...there's nothing to worry about". She slid her feet back into the blue open-toed sandals. Lowering her face once so she was eyelevel with his suit, she peered carefully seeing if any traces of white showed. There were none. Satisfied, like a snake's, her tongue flicked out again, doing a quick dance over the front of his suit, before retreating between her lips. This time it was a salty, tangy taste mixed with the chlorine and Lycra. She swirled her tongue around in her mouth fully relishing the flavor, Then her eyes were back on his and she said "Nothing shows and when you go back out there, just jump in the water. That's the beauty of Speedos and a pool! " She beamed at him as his cheeks turned crimson. With that she stood up, opened the door and exclaimed in a voice just louder than normal for the others outside "Ok, Jason, that's enough on the swim meet. I'll call the other parents and let you know who is available for the carpool." And with that she went back to her book, to wait out the end of practice. Every few minutes, however, she ran her tongue over her lips, savoring, and waiting until next week's practice! Swim Coach Ch. 03 That night, Jill arrived home later than usual as one of her daughters remembered a last minute project that called for posterboards and other arts and craft items. Obviously most of the students in the area had similar assignments as the school supplies shelves in most stores were bare and it wasn't until the 6th store that she finished finding the requisite materials. The girls went right to work on their homework. Jill in meantime settled back on the living room couch and heaving an exhausted sigh, stabbed the answering machine. A couple of robotic voice ads for politicians were erased mid-word of the opening sentences. Then a call from a teacher reminding parents about chaperoning a class trip. Finally she heard the familiar tone of her husband as Rick gave another excuse for staying an extra night in Charleston---something about a late dinner meeting with a client who was heading back to Asia the next day, so Rick would catch a red-eye and be in early in the morning. She sighed again. Events of the past two days had been so quick, so overwhelming she hadn't time to take stock of what was happening. Letting her daughters know she was going for a bath, she went into the master bath, started the water flowing into her sunken tub, and dropped in a few dollops of her favorite bubble bath. Jill loved her husband. But the last few years, the romance was clearly diminishing and as he progressed up the business ladder, his work hours extended more and more. During the week, by the time he came to bed, he was much too tired to do anything more than cuddle. On weekends they were busy running the kids to various sporting events and attending the usual neighborhood or work-related birthday parties, or weddings, or christenings, bar mitzvahs, etc. She was happily married but lately sexually unfulfilled. Still she knew that couldn't be an excuse to take things further with Jason. Recalling the last two days, she truly didn't consider herself cheating, yet, as she had not allowed Jason to touch her, nor, most important in her mind, had they kissed. Somehow that seemed a line in the sand she didn't feel ready to cross. The situation, while a bit spontaneous and seemingly unreal, was, she believed, in her firm control. She's simply living out a bit of a fantasy---one that had begun last year when Jason became an assistant coach. Her kids had been in sports for almost 10 years, and Jill knew almost every mother, especially the single ones, had fantasies of the male coaches, especially the coaches in their 20's, 30's and even early 40's. Most of these men were physically fit, and often wore tight shorts or went without their shirts, showcasing their years of exercise. Hell, even the female coaches, ref's or even good looking mom's were ogled by the men, and not just the divorced fathers. She had caught and teased her husband for checking out Samantha, the 22 year old beach-bunny soccer referee a few years ago or Lisa the young statuesque blonde volleyball coach. Her husband had countered with friendly jests about her drooling over the studly softball coach when the girls were in grade school. Little did he know that when she had coached herself their daughters' soccer teams, she had also been the target of advances from various divorced and married fathers, a few of which weren't so hard on the eyes. And while most men upon seeing the ring on her finger offered little substance to their flirting, she still received her fair share of suggestive invitations, lewd comments, and the dubious experience of being constantly undressed by men's eyes. Fantasy was one thing, unwanted passes were another and although, depending on the source, she might be occasionally flattered, she turned down all. She loved her husband. Theirs was the above normal marriage, she thought. Relaxed after more than a decade and a half, where they could josh with each other, and realize that their years of shared challenges, joys, tribulations and family had formed bonds between them that could not be easily broken. They had married young, and for better or worse, missed out on the "playing the field" that their friends had gone thru as typical rite of passage of twenty-somethings. She really didn't regret it, given all the drama that her friends had endured before finding "Mr. right", or watching as other friends too long in the field, who had tied the knot with Mr. Wrong in desperation. The latter either endured torment of a wrong decision or were acrimoniously divorced, and had become hateful of all men. Jill was not at all envious of her friends, and felt marrying Rick so early in life had actually worked out very well. She felt her marriage so perfect, the awareness that others of the opposite sex could be cute, or handsome, or even arousing, didn't spark the same irrational jealousy experienced by other couples. Instead, if anything, it became another bond between them, the shared knowledge of what physically appealed to each. Often the teasing continued into the bedroom, verbal wordplay part of a joined fantasy that kindled some of their strongest lovemaking of recent years and countered the otherwise stale routines. Threesomes were a common fantasy, as they painted for each other exotic settings enhanced by an anonymous hot stud or sexy Hollywood starlet duplicating one spouse's efforts to please the other. Occasionally a comment might lead their collective imagination to encompass a taboo: while neither was desirous of an encounter with the same gender, neither automatically dismissed an impulsive oral action in heat of passion as disgusting and the rare suggestion slipped into the fantasy added to the thrills. These fantasies were selfless, the creator intent on enhancing the recipient's pleasure; the audience's resulting joyful orgasms delighting the author. Rick did know about her crush on Jason as it had been a constant joke at the dinner table last year with even the girls making her blush. Rick loved the effect, and perhaps he recognized that Jason had made more of an impression than any of the past hunks. One night a few months ago, her most overwhelming orgasms had been when he described in vivid fashion an escapade of them with Jason at an indoor pool. Given her reaction, Rick had followed up with comments suggesting she should wear certain outfits to the poolhouse or daring her to casually drop unmistakable innuendo into conversations with Jason. She would offer back up imaginary meetings with Jason and joke that she was going to bring Jason home to join them one night. In reality they both knew that odds were better they would be abducted by aliens before a young 20-something stud with a hot fiancé would be sexually attracted to a middle-aged, slightly overweight, married couple. Then the unexpected opportunity that had arisen two days ago, that had allowed Jill to live out briefly a partial fantasy lifted a curtain in her mind. She realized that there was a thin line between reality and imagination and if she had made even that become real, well the possibilities were... She tested the water, adjusted the faucets accordingly and stood in front of the full-length mirrors that lined the back wall of the bathroom. Pushing her hair back from her face she assessed her body in side profile. Five foot seven, with long flowing red hair, an unusually large chest, and the complementing Rubenesque figure, despite two pregnancies and being in her thirties, many considered her attractive Yes, she could definitely stand to shed some pounds, as she had never really recovered from the necessary C-section when her second daughter Rachelle was born. She had always been "big-boned", as her mother called it. But she had also been blessed with an enormous chest. At her age, gravity's pull was starting to have an effect, and her back increasingly ached. There were days she thought about getting a breast reduction but she was inwardly very proud of her beauties. Of course, starting in 5th grade and through the awkward middle-school years, she hadn't considered it a blessing, loathing the nicknames like "coconuts" or "monster tits" and all the other verbal cruelties that only 13-15 year old girls can inflict on each other. She had trouble finding bras to fit comfortably and would stay home from school rather than go to school without a bra. But by freshman year of high school, it dawned on her that no boy had called her "fat" to her face since elementary school---girls would ridicule all they wanted, but their boyfriends were eyeing her chest or maneuvering to "accidentally" cop a feel. They overlooked the "extra pounds" and in her eyes she forgot any weight problem. And it wasn't just boys. Jill had a power over men, and as a high school student she no longer was embarrassed of her endowments. She dated around, but guarded her treasures better than Fort Knox, determined no one could call her a slut. Although she lost her virginity to the captain of the HS football team on Junior Prom night, it was only after over 8 months of gentlemanly courting and dating. She was very proud she wasn't just another notch in his fabled belt. He left for college 5 months later. Her senior year she loosened up, flirting and teasing. She was definitely more secure with her body than many of her more petite classmates and friends—at least two of her friends had been hospitalized for anorexia. Shortly before graduation her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, so Jill stayed local attending night classes at Penn State's Ambler campus, and on weekend's, when her father was home, she would go hang out with her classmates. A few shots of vodka and she was the life of the party, playing strip poker, erotic sex boardgames from Spencers, or just dancing topless. She would hook up with cute guys, but rarely went past third base—until she met Rick at one party. They hit it off, and immediately she violated her rules against any action on first date. He made her laugh, for first time in months since her mother had been diagnosed, she felt happy. A month later when she became pregnant despite the birth control, he shocked her by proposing. They married shortly after Juliette was born—fortunately her mother had been able attend the wedding, passing only a few weeks later. Jill sighed, shut the water off and eased slowly into the hot foam with her drink in hand. Need to focus. Rick---her husband, her true love, soulmate, her life, on one hand. And on the other hand Jason--simply speaking--lust, pure unrelenting physical animal attraction, however you wanted to say it. There wasn't a single memorable conversation between them, nothing that compelled her to him other than his raw physique. In a small way she felt a bit guilty because she knew any more sessions with Jason without telling Rick would lead situation beyond the control she now had. No matter what happened with Jason, Rick was her love, her past and future. Her friend Doreen had admitted to having a monthlong torrid affair with a neighbor, but she was only person Jill knew whose affair had not led down the long cruel path to divorce. Doreen's moment of weakness had only lasted a month or so, and despite almost being caught by her husband several times, he remained oblivious. She suspected part of Doreen's delight was in getting away with it, like a teen trying to sneak the boyfriend into her bedroom without her dad knowing. Doreen had admitted to tempting fate, doing the deed with her lover while her husband was a room over in earshot, with other neighbors at a party. She could even hear her husband talking and had bit her tongue to keep from being heard herself, until her lover covered her mouth. Doreen's relationship was obviously quite different than Jill's—while empathizing with Doreen's desires, Jill did know that she would never hurt Rick intentionally. She knew she couldn't look Rick straight in the face after these past two days. She had to broach the topic before the next practice. "Somehow I have to reconcile the two...," she mused. Seeing and holding another man's genitals other than her husband's for the first time since marriage, had definitely thrilled her way beyond any fantasy had. She sipped her drink, realized her hand held an empty glass, so she reached up and placed it on the side of the tub. Sinking back down into the bubbles and relaxing once again, with a washcloth- covered hand sliding between her legs, she began plotting how to have both men together.