Coach Eddie Pt 02

The end of the school year was a whirlwind. Cal, our son, quickly accepted the scholarship offer from Southern Michigan University of Technology when it was offered. He was overjoyed and spent every waking minute prepping for college. Amy and I helped where we could, but as a driven teenager ready to embark on a new adventure, we were suddenly in the way.

We vowed never to tell him how he got an offer from his dream school - that his mom, my wife, had spread her legs for his new position coach. She and I had an unspoken agreement never to talk about our night with Coach Eddie, but based on our turbo-charged sex life in the month or so after the campus visit, we were both thinking about it.

Cal moved on to campus at SMUT shortly after he graduated to begin offseason training. Amy and I spotted Coach Eddie at a distance as we hauled boxes up to Cal's room, but we didn't so much as wave to him.

Amy was very emotional as we drove home from moving our only child into his dorm room. While we knew Cal would be back from time to time, we were now functionally empty nesters. After 18 years of planning our lives around our kid, suddenly, we were rudderless.

Two weeks after Cal moved out, I was sitting on the patio enjoying a beer and watching the sun sink towards the horizon when Amy came out to join me. She was wearing an oversized red sweatshirt that was so long, I couldn't even be sure she was wearing shorts. Pulling her legs up under her body, she curled up in the chair next to me.

"Jay, can we talk?" she asked me nervously.

"Of course," I replied, taking a long drink from my beer bottle. "What's up?"

"We never really, um, talked about, you know, that night with...with Eddie," she struggled to get out.

"That's true," I said slowly. "Let's talk."

She took a deep breath and stared at her hands in her lap before beginning the speech she'd probably practiced hundreds of times in her head.

"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but, well, that was the most exciting night of my life. I don't know if it was because we were doing something, I don't know, naughty or if he's really just that good, but it never felt like that before. I can't stop thinking about that night and, well, I want to do it again."

I let out a big sigh. While I knew that night had been exciting for her, I never expected her to rave about it like that to me. I felt embarrassed and small. I must have wilted right in front of her face, because she immediately got defensive.

"That's not to say I don't love it when we're together," she said quickly. "It's just that with Eddie it was, you know, different..."

"And better," I interrupted.

She looked at me for a beat before responding. "Yes, it was better."

"So, what, you want to be with him again?" I asked.

"Yes," she said shyly. "I know it's dangerous, but I can't get him out of my mind. Every time I think of him, I get so turned on but it's not the same, you know? It's like an itch I need to scratch and until I do, I won't be able to focus on anything else."

"Wow," I exhaled. "If I say yes, what's your plan? You must have thought about it"

"Well, I was thinking when we go to watch one of Cal's games, I could make it obvious to Eddie that I'm available for him again, but leave it to him to make the first move. If I asked him and he rejected me, I don't know if I could handle it."

"And what about me?" I asked.

"I would hope you'd be there with me again," she replied, blushing. "I...I liked how bossy he was with both of us. The way he was so dominant with us, it was so hot."

"What if I say no?"

"Well, I will be disappointed for starters," she answered quietly, staring intently at her hands folded in her lap. "I will try to be a good wife, but we're going to be around him quite a bit and I can't promise I won't give in to temptation. I might do it - him - even if you say no. I guess then what happens next is up to you."

We sat silently for a moment, neither of us wanting to look further down that particular road. The weight of the moment was unbearable. I spoke up, hoping to break the tension.

"Do I have to let you know tonight?"

"Of course not," she consoled me. "I know I just dropped a bomb on you. We've got two months before the first game. I'd like an answer by then, but if you're not ready yet by then, I'll understand."

I just nodded at her, unwilling or unable to speak. She crawled out of her chair and hugged me from behind, her soft breasts framing my head. "Do you want to see what I do when I start thinking about that night?" she whispered in my ear.

I nodded yes. She took me by the hand and pulled me towards the bedroom, pulling her sweatshirt over her head along the way, confirming for me that she was, in fact, naked underneath.

"Sit and watch," she ordered, pointing me to her reading chair in the corner of our room.

I hurriedly climbed into the chair, enjoying the sight of my sexy wife, naked and obviously turned on, sliding a finger up and down her rapidly moistening pussy lips. She spread her legs wide, smiling as she saw my laser-focus on her mound.

"Take your pants off, baby," she cooed in my direction. "I want to watch you stroke while you watch me."

I wasted no time in removing my shorts, freeing my hard dick. I didn't bother taking off my shirt, choosing instead to just pull it up and out of the way. I gripped my throbbing member, feeling the heat in my hand, as I began gently sliding my hand up and down.

Amy and I locked eyes for a moment as we masturbated feet from each other until she leaned her head back, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you know what I think about most?" she moaned. "I think about us, kneeling before him, his hard cock right in front of our faces, when he made you kiss his cock."

Her fingers were a blur as she rubbed her clit, moaning and rolling her hips. Suddenly, she stopped and rolled towards her nightstand, pulling out a huge, black, life-like dildo. It must have been new as I'd never seen it before. She motioned for me to come lay next to her. I scrambled on the bed, watching as she stared at the toy in amazement.

"This is my new toy," she said in a raspy, sexy voice. "I call him Eddie. Give Eddie a kiss."

She shoved the fake phallus in front of my face. I puckered up and gave the tip a quick kiss, which caused her to moan loudly. She reached down her body, opening her lips with her left hand while sliding the huge dildo up to the rubber balls into her tight pussy, arching her back as it filled and stretched her.

"Oh fuck," she hissed as she started to slowly work the toy in and out of her wetness.

I watched with wide eyes as her pussy gripped the dildo as she fucked herself. The moisture from her pussy coated the rubber cock and made squishing noises as she forced it inside.

"Please," she moaned, grabbing my hand and placing it on the toy. "Fuck me!"

I held the heavy phallus, slowly and gently sliding it in and out of her wet pussy.

"No," she groaned in frustration. "Fuck me!"

I took the hint and started sawing the toy hard and fast into her tight hole, causing her to moan and rock her hips. I couldn't believe how into this she was - and how much I liked it, too. A groan grew from deep inside Amy's chest. I knew she was close, so I plunged the rubber cock deep inside her, which caused her to scream and clench as an orgasm ripped through her body.

We lay there motionless as Amy came down. She worked hard to catch her ragged breath as her body slowly relaxed, allowing me to eventually pull the toy from her, a stream of her juices leaking out following the dildo.

"Oh...fuck," she rasped between deep breaths. "That was...amazing..."

I gave her a kiss on the cheek, unsure of what to say. Heat radiated off her body as I awkwardly held the rubber cock over her body. She turned her head, looking lustfully into my eyes.

"I want you to clean Eddie," she instructed.

"Ok..." I said as I started to get out of bed.

"No, with your tongue," she ordered.

"Um...what?" I asked, my mind spinning out of control.

"Please, honey?" she begged. "Lick my juices off the toy. It'll be so hot. I'll make it worth your while."

I thought about it for a second. It wasn't like it was Eddie's real cock I'd be licking. I loved her flavor, and I would just be tasting it off an inanimate object. Plus, as horny as she was, making her happy would only make what was coming more fun.

Slowly, I brought the toy up to my mouth, sliding the tip inches away from her face. She moaned loudly, reaching down and taking hold of my hard dick as she watched.

"Clean it, baby," she groaned. "Lick Eddie's cock clean."

I did my best to please her, licking and sucking her creamy juices off the fake phallus. I was a novice, but tried to be enthusiastic enough to keep her interested as I bathed the dildo with my tongue. When I finished, she took the toy from me, then kissed me deeply and passionately.

"Holy fuck," she whispered when we finally broke our kiss. "I've never been so horny in my life. Can we try something else?"

"Um, I guess," I stammered, wondering where she was heading now.

She roughly pulled on my limbs, positioning me on my back in the middle of the bed. She stood over me, then straddled my head with her knees, grabbing onto the headboard, and lowering her dripping wet pussy to my mouth. She started rocking on my face, coating me with her juices as I alternated licking her slit and gasping for air.

In practically no time, she was grinding hard on my face, writhing and moaning while simultaneously cutting off my supply of oxygen. She screamed out and soaked my face as I frantically tried not to black out. As she came on my face, she moved just enough for me to get a whiff of air - not enough to be comfortable, but enough to survive.

Amy rolled off like a rag doll, splaying her body out on the bed. Her chest heaved up and down as she - like me - worked to catch her breath. I was so concerned with getting enough air that I didn't even bother doing anything about the wetness dripping down my face, soaking my shirt and the bed below me.

I was almost back to normal when Amy threw her leg over my torso and climbed on top of me, quickly impaling herself on my aching hardness. Her usually tight pussy felt loose around my dick as she started to ride me, her beautiful breasts bouncing before me.

"Fuck me, baby," she said, grinding her clit against me as she rode. "Cum in me. I need it so bad. Cum for me."

The eroticism of the night had me on edge before I penetrated her. Now, between how she was riding me and the begging, it all became too much. I felt the familiar sensation building in my balls seconds before my dick swelled and spurted deep inside my wife's soaking wet pussy.

Normally when I came, Amy would more or less hold still, letting me pulse inside of her. Tonight, however, she was a woman possessed. She never stopped grinding against me as I came until it became too much for my super-sensitive penis and I had to push her off. She pouted just for a second, then grabbed Eddie and in one quick motion, had the toy fully inside her again. She thrust the toy in and out, hard and fast, until she screamed out again and orgasmed hard on Eddie.

We both must have passed out because when we woke up the next morning, the sheets were drenched and the dildo was still in the bed between us. Awkwardly, we greeted the morning - and each other - and went about our day.

A version of that scene was replayed often in our bedroom over the next month. There were small, subtle differences each time, but the basic action was always the same. If she was trying to get me more comfortable with the idea, her plan was working. I started looking forward to our "Eddie" nights and even suggested them a few times.

I was still struggling with my decision. While the idea was hot, the way consequences could ripple through our family was hard for me to get my head around. To her credit, Amy never brought it up or overtly tried to talk me into it. She said she'd let me decide on my timeline and that's exactly what she was doing.

Two weeks before the first game of the season, I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I suggested that Amy and I sit out on the patio - much like we did when she brought this idea up - and talk. We each grabbed our adult beverage of choice - white wine for her, bourbon on the rocks for me - and settled into our chairs.

"So, look," I began after taking a deep breath and collecting my thoughts, "I'm still really struggling with this - you and Eddie. On one hand, it's really hot. I love our sessions with the fake Eddie and I know how much you would prefer the real thing. But on the other hand, there's a lot that could go wrong and fuck up our lives - yours, mine, Cal's, even Eddie's. Honestly, I should be telling you fuck no and laying out a list of consequences if you do it anyway.

"But, then I think about how hot it was watching the two of you together and, well, I just want to - need to - see more. I need you to promise me a few things before I say yes. Promise you'll do everything in your power to keep from being discovered. Promise that you'll take precautions so that you don't get pregnant or catch something. Promise that you'll think about Cal and me before you do anything risky or unsafe. And, promise me," I croaked as emotion overwhelmed me, "that you're not going to leave me."

"Oh, honey," Amy cried as she ran over to wrap me up in a big hug. "I promise I'll do all of that. I love you and our family more than you know. This isn't about replacing you, it's just about having some fun before I'm too old. I promise I'll be the perfect wife in public. Nobody will ever know."

"You say that," I cautioned, "but it's not fully in your control. I know I'm not going to say anything because, well, this doesn't cast me in the best light. But, you're going to have to get Eddie on board, too. He can't be bragging about you or it's going to be a big problem."

"I will make it crystal clear to him that discretion is a must," Amy said solemnly. "I don't think it will be a problem - he's not going to want a reputation, either - but I'll make sure he understands."

"Ok, then, I guess I'm on board," I nervously said.

Amy squealed in delight and gave me a big hug and kiss. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom, saying, "I'm going to show you just how happy you made me."

I finally had to beg off after she drained me three times - once with her mouth and twice with her pussy - when she tried to get me hard again. Over next week and half or so, Amy did her best to fuck every last drop of semen out of my tired balls. It got to the point where I was actually looking forward to outsourcing the job just to have a chance to recover.

Cal called on Wednesday, three days before his first game, to tell us Coach Toro had named him the starting kick returner. His excitement was palpable through the phone, though Amy might have been even more pumped up.

"Can you believe it?" she asked excitedly after we hung up. "He's going to play! It was all worth it."

I wrapped her up in a big hug, grinding my hardening dick against her belly.

"Down boy," she said, pushing me away. "I'm calling a sexual time out. No more action until we get back from SMUT, got it?"

"Yes, dear," I said disappointedly.

She giggled, flitting off to pack and tell everyone she knew about Cal's new role on the team. I slumped down in the chair, eventually willing away the hardness in my pants. The sexual activities over the last several days had gone a long way towards helping me forget what was coming, but now that's all I could think about.

We hit the road early Friday afternoon, making the trip to SMUT before the traffic got too bad. It was mostly quiet the entire ride as both Amy and I nervously anticipated the weekend ahead.

The hotel was lively when we arrived, but eventually we got checked in and settled in our room. Amy texted Cal to tell him we'd made it safely, but with all of the team activities, we weren't going to get a chance to see him until after the game. We crashed early, but both of us spent a fitful, mostly sleepless night. Before the alarm buzzed, we were both up and showered.

Amy decided on a white tennis skirt and school tank top. I noticed right away that she'd worn her uncomfortable but impressive pushup bra, which made her breasts practically bust out of the top. The wedge sandals made her legs look even shaplier, if that was even possible.

I opted for the dad uniform of golf shorts and a SMUT t-shirt, choosing to be comfortable. After a quick breakfast, we began the 10 minute walk to the stadium tailgate area where parents were being welcomed by the school. Amy and I mingled with the other parents and joined them to watch as the team walked to the locker room.

Two members of the team acknowledged us: Cal gave us a big smile and a wave while Coach Eddie looked in our direction and winked at Amy. She turned and gave me a huge smile after they passed, whispering in my ear "Did you see that?" I nodded yes, not wanting to make a bigger deal out of his wink than it was.

We followed the upperclassmen parents into the stadium and found our seats. Amy held my hand tightly as kickoff approached. She was nearly shaking with excitement to watch our son's dream come true.

As luck would have it, Cal got to return the opening kickoff. He didn't take it back for a touchdown - this was life and not a Disney movie, after all - but he did pick up a decent chunk of yardage. Amy was jumping up and down, her big, natural breasts bouncing with every movement. I caught several other dads paying more attention to her than the game.

SMUT raced out to a big lead and coasted to a 45-10 win. Cal got a little playing time on offense in garbage time, but since the team was running out the clock, they didn't throw the ball his way. Still, it was a great way for him to start the season.

Following the game, all the parents were allowed down on the field. Amy made a beeline for Cal, giving him a big hug. Lots of the players watched her from behind, hoping her skirt would ride up higher and that they'd be able to catch a glimpse of her panties. Sadly for them, it was just long enough to cover the curve of her ass.

As we congratulated Cal on a job well done, I saw Coach Eddie approaching out of the corner of my eye.

"Amy! Jason!" Eddie greeted us. "How about your boy?"

"Not bad for the first game," I said, shaking Eddie's hand. "Thanks for giving him a role."

"I didn't give him shit," Eddie grinned. "He earned it - you all earned it."

"It was so exciting," Amy bubbled, thrusting her chest out. "My baby - playing football at SMUT!"

"We've got big plans for him," Eddie smoothly explained, never taking his eyes off my wife's boobs. "He's got some real natural abilities. Once we get him coached up, well, look out."

Cal excused himself, running off to be with his teammates, leaving us with his coach.

"What do you two have planned tonight?" Eddie asked with a wolfish grin.

"I don't know," Amy replied, batting her eyelashes at him. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well," he said, winking at her, "I'm probably going to get some take out and kick back at home. I don't usually have parents over, but, well, y'all are special. I'd be honored if you'd come hang with me."

"I would LOVE that," Amy squealed, a little loudly for my taste. "What time?"

"How about this," Eddie said, looking around. "I'll text you in a few hours with the address. Don't change your outfit, ok?"

He chuckled, then headed off to greet other parents and VIPs.

"I guess he's still interested," I said to Amy as we walked back to the hotel.

"I know," she giggled. "He couldn't take his eyes off me. Oh baby, this is going to be so much fun."