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.