It was quite a night. It was Tom's and April's first anniversary night, and they celebrated just as hard as their first night together as husband and wife. April admired Tom for both his mind and body, and it was easy to tell that Tom reciprocated the thought. Her mahogany hair, her creamy, pink-tipped breasts, toned body, and perfect height made her stunning when naked. Tom was a football player; he had been one since he was a child. He was built like an Adonis, and very well endowed. His steel gray eyes and deep-set brow made him look very intense. Unlike last year when it was summer vacation during college, now was the last two weeks of his first training camp. He had to leave his blushing bride and get down to camp, but not before she slipped in another kiss for the morning; she knew she'd be going down to camp to meet him for his lunch break, so she reluctantly let him go. His complete attention had to be focused on making the team.
Morning practice went well. Before Tom knew it, it was nearly time for lunch. He saw her next to the coach talking and thought how good it was that she was socializing with him. He knew things were close for him in making the team, and anything in his favor would be helpful in making it. April looked radiant in her cream sundress and wide-brimmed lily-white hat.
"He's close to not making the team Mrs. Kendall, but there is something that would secure it for him," the coach said. April wondered why she would be able to make a difference. "My wife died two years ago, and it has been that long since I've slept with another woman. If you sleep with me I can absolutely guarantee Tom making the team." April had to wonder about this. True the coach was rather handsome for being in his late forties, but she felt such a devotion to Tom. However, that same devotion told her that it meant the world for Tom to make the team, and if he didn't make it, things would be quite hard at home. Tom had been one of those who had been unfortunate enough to not graduate, and landing a halfway decent job outside of football would be hard.
She hesitated, thinking of the possibility, then murmured "Yesβ¦I'll do it, but only once, and only because I love Tom."
"There's no deal unless we meet at least a few times. I need to know that I'm being given enough in return." The thought that she would be sleeping with the coach more than once was making April a bit nervous. She would hate for Tom to find them together, it would crush his spirit, but not making the team was sure to be a more devastating blow.
"Okay," she said, "but we have to be very discreet. I don't want Tom to find out we've been sleeping together."
"That shouldn't be a problem. What do you say to this afternoon in my office being our first meeting?"
April said, "Okay, but at least let me pretend to leave, so as to divert any attention as to what we're doing?"
"That sounds perfect to me. In about two hours then." Paul, the coach, had always admired April from afar. She could have been the sister of his wife, Faye; the resemblance was uncanny. He had really missed being with Faye. They, too, had been college sweethearts. He felt like a crud for asking April to sleep with him, but he had always seemed to sense that there was some kind of attraction between him and April.
Paul blew the whistle and that was the end of practice. Tom got out of his pads and took a shower. He wanted to be fresh for April and their picnic she had planned. They went to the park and found a nice sunny and lush spot to sit. All April could think of during the picnic was her meeting with the handsome coach. From the first time they met she had been enamored with Paul. Listening to him speak made it all the more obvious that if she had not been with Tom, she would have slept with Paul without hesitation.
Lunch was over too quickly for April. She knew, however, that she would be doing something that would bring Tom the recognition he had always desired. She drove him back to camp, kissed him goodbye, and then drove off. April drove around for about ten minutes until she knew they were deep into analyzing the films. Paul's door was in a very out of the way place so it took no effort for her to pretend to drop something off for Tom and sneak back to Paul's office. She knocked. No answer. Good, maybe Paul had forgotten. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around; it was Paul.
Into the office they went. In no time Paul had his fold away couch out and ready. He went over to April; he gently held her head in his hands and gave her a kiss. She just stood there and let him kiss her. She was going to show no emotion. However, after about the third or fourth kiss she could resist no longer, she softly returned Paul's kiss. Soon they were kissing like two teenagers. Paul had his arms around her making it very easy for him to zip down the back of her dress. The dress fell to the floor as April stood there in her bra and panties. He pulled her closer to him. She could feel the warmth and hardness of his cock buried in his pants press against her leg. Down went her hand to rub him through the thin cloth.
As they continued to kiss, April unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a hairy, well-built chest. Paul's hair felt soft against her cheek. His masculine musk scent was intoxicating to her. She pulled his head down, planting a wet kiss on his lips. He could smell her perfume; it was exactly what Faye always wore, Obsession. It brought back so many good memories. He reached around her to unhook her bra. The bra floated to the floor. Her erect nipples and her passionate kissing made it clear that she was now very much into it as well.
April pulled his belt from Paul's pants and unzipped his zipper. He kicked his shoes off and his pants fell to the floor. He could feel the warmth of her breasts against his upper stomach. Their hearts were pounding. She pulled his white boxers down to reveal his ten inch wonder, just a little bit longer than Tom, but not nearly as wide around. She took it into her hand. The feel of April's fingers around his cock made Paul shiver. He wanted her hands around his cock, but he wanted something else even more. He got down on his knees, pulling down her lacy panties as she kicked off her sandals. Her clean-shaven pussy was a sight to see. He could clearly smell a waft of her womaness.
Paul grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and brought April closer to him. He started kissing her firm belly, making his way around, until he reached her slit. He lingered there a bit, gently massaging her pussy lips with his fingers. Her animal instincts were starting to take over. She had never felt this way before. All thoughts of Tom went away as she became engulfed in the moment. All she could think of was what was Paul going to do next. Paul pulled apart her moist slit to reveal the darker pink underneath. He took his tongue and started to lick her labia all the way around. Her juices began to flow; he could taste it on tip of his tongue. He reached in further with his tongue to find her love bud. Using his tongue he flicked it towards his mouth many times, letting it fall back with each flick. Paul could resist no longer. He took her clit full into his soft lips and began to suck. The slurping noises and the feel of his moist warm mouth on her clit started to send April over the edge. She couldn't resist moaning much longer.
April's moaning soon became loud. Fearing that someone may hear them, Paul got up to gently put his hand over her mouth. His throbbing cock was too enticing for her to resist. She knelt down and took his cock into her hands. Without missing a beat, she grabbed his butt cheek, pulling him closer, mounting his cock with her mouth. Once in her mouth, she placed one hand on his balls and the other on his shaft, stroking him with both her lips and hands.