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The Coach's Lusty Hotwife
(Alana Church)

"You're planning on the cookout here on Saturday evening, right?" Janet asked him. "After you show the kids and the parents around campus and the stadium and the facilities and all that?"



"Yeah. So?"



She got out of her chair and sat on his lap. Her arms twined around his neck as her bare bottom rubbed on his groin. "I could invite some people. Not anyone affiliated with the college. Just some...friends. Female friends. Sexy friends. Friends who would love to get some nice stiff dick from a bunch of hot young footballs studs." Her voice whispered in her ear. "We wouldn't have to do anything. Just let nature," he shivered as her tongue licked his ear, "take its course. This is Promise, after all."



A warning bell began to chime in his mind. "And would one of those women be you?" he asked, his voice rough in his own ears.



She ran a finger along his lips. Teasing, promising. "I've been thinking, Carl. Maybe it's time we took the next step. For years you've been watching me tease other men, wondering what it would be like to watch me get fucked by someone else." Her hand reached down between them, finding his cock. He was stiff as an iron spike, and with a whimper of pleasure, she rose up, moved aside the waistband of his sweats, then settled down, impaling herself on his rigid length. His arms closed around her tight as she slowly rose and fell. "Wouldn't you like...something more?"



Even though he was inside his gorgeous wife, Carl's cock gave frenzied lurch at the thought. For years he had thought he was perverted, his desire to watch his girlfriends get screwed by someone else a sign of his degeneracy. It had led, the first time he had stammered out his fantasy, to the end of at least one of his relationships. And he and Janet had been dating for months before he able to work up the courage to confess his secret to her, despite her cheerfully carefree attitude about practically everything about sex.



"Seems like someone likes the idea," she chuckled into his ear.



He cupped her breasts in his hands. "He doesn't get a vote. If he had his way, you'd do a gang-bang in the middle of the stadium. But I'd be the only one who would be allowed to watch."



"Mmmmm." She smiled down at him as he kissed her nipples. "That sounds exhausting. I like to fuck, but I think I would be worn out after three or four guys, honey.



"But one," she continued, kissing him, her sweet, gloriously curved body grinding against him with an enthusiasm that never grew old, "the right one...that would be so fucking hot. Do you think you could do it? Take that last step?"