Central was beating Upper Clarion by 4 points. The score was 28 to 24 and it was a goal line stance with 2 seconds left on the clock. Upper had the ball and everyone knew what was coming. They were going to send their star halfback over the middle.
In the stands on the Central side everyone was tense and nervous. But nobody was more nervous than the three women sitting together in the stands. They were three very attractive middle aged women, nervously holding each others' hands tightly and praying for the defense to hold the line. They were the coaches' wives and what nobody knew is that they had personal stakes involved in the team winning the game. Stakes that involved much more than just going home with grouchy husbands if the team lost.
The Upper Clarion QB got under center and started to shout the cadence. The ball is snapped and the QB steps back and hands it off to the halfback, who is headed to the University of Wisconsin on a full ride next year. He takes the handoff and rushes forward and dives into the air. He is met by Central's star linebacker Keith Walker, who is headed to Arizona State next year, also on a full ride. The two collide mid-air and the halfback is knocked back a foot, where he is wrapped up by the defensive end and the nose tackle and dragged to the ground.
The play clock hits zero and the Central crowd roars as their team is once again victorious. But nobody screams louder than the three wives who jump up in the air, raising their hands in victory and hugging each other.
"Oh thank god," shouts Jodi Taylor, wife of head coach Wes Taylor, with her left arm around Ebony Jackson, wife of the defensive coordinator Bob Jackson, and her other arm around Trinh Henderson who goes by Trina, wife of the offensive coordinator Chuck Pierce.
"I was so nervous," yells Trina. "I really needed a win. I needed them to win tonight so badly!"
"Me too," yelled Ebony. "And now I'm nervous for another reason!"
"Yep," said Jodi. "We are gonna get it good ladies. Oh god are we in for it. They're really gonna tear into us. Oh my, so much nervous anticipation. It's always a frenzy when the game is close."
"I'm already wet and ready," said Ebony.
"Come on girls. Let's go," said Jodi.
The three ladies made their way through the crowd, high fiving the fans and parents in congratulations on the victory. When they finally made their way to Jodi's car she pulled out her flask, took a pull of the whiskey inside and passed it over to Ebony, who took a swig and handed it back to Trina. They drove to Jodi's house excitedly talking about the night still to come.
All three women were certified MILFS. Jodi was fifty-one, with wavy, sandy blonde hair that went just past her shoulders. She was five foot, six inches tall with large breasts. Her body was mature but in great shape thanks to hours spent in the gym and the pool. She had a fantastic pair of legs that she liked to show off with short shorts and skirts. She had a very pretty face and was the classic girl next door beauty. She was a sun worshipper, and her tanned skin was covered in freckles that had just increased with age. Being fifty-one, she had some lines and sag but overall was a well preserved beauty.
Ebony Jackson was a forty two year old African American beauty. She was about five feet, seven inches tall with a body built for sex. She was thick in all of the right places, with a flat stomach, juicy ass, and a huge natural rack that the boys and men found impossible not to stare at. She kept her hair short, straightened, and in a sharp pixie cut. She had a beautiful face with what the boys liked to call DSLs, Dick Sucking Lips.
Trinh Pierce was a petite, compact Vietnamese American. She was only five feet tall and maybe a buck ten, if even that. She was forty two years old but could pass for thirty. She had a killer petite body with small but perky tits and a tight ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. She kept her straight black hair long and usually tied into a ponytail, showing off her striking facial features.
The players were celebrating in the locker room, but the seniors quickly got in the showers. The coaches made their way through the crowd where they were constantly stopped and congratulated.
"So what now coach? Are you going to make the senior players come over to your house again," asked one of the player's father's.
"You know the rules Pete. They have to come to the house. It keeps them out of trouble. There hasn't been one incident all season," said coach Taylor.
"Oh, come on coach. It's natural for these boys to have some beers and kick up some dust. We all did it when we were their age. Nothing wrong with pizza and soda at the coach's house, but these guys are eighteen you know?"
"I understand Pete, but we just made the playoffs and we aren't going to break with tradition now and risk these kids doing something stupid. Make sure your boy is at my house within the hour. Got it?"
"Got it coach."
Wes, Bob and Chuck had been coaching Central for five years now. In prior years the team would suffer by players partying too much and getting into trouble, causing key players to get suspended from sports. This year coach Wes explained to the parents that he was starting a new rule. After every game the seniors had to come to his house, where they could hang out in the basement and play video games, shoot pool, whatever. He would order pizzas and make sure nobody drank. He would finally send them home after midnight when there were no more parties to go to.
The fifteen senior players hated it at first. And the junior and sophomore players would make fun of them and tell them how they would keep their girlfriends occupied while they were stuck at their coach's house.
And the season started out bad. Three straight losses and whispers started about how maybe it was time to get a new coach. But then on that fourth game, against undefeated Marshall High, they pulled out a win and everything changed. And the seniors suddenly loved going over to the coach's house. They had won five straight and were headed to the playoffs. The underclassmen couldn't understand why they loved the coaches pizza parties and were simply told, "You'll understand when you're a senior, just so long as you win."
The coaches got into Wes' car and began to pass a flask around as they drove to coach Taylor's house.
"I'm worried our wives won't survive tonight," joked coach Jackson, causing the whole car to erupt in laughter.
"Yeah, they'll probably need to spend the rest of the weekend recuperating," joked Wes.
When they got to the house, the wives were getting ready in the master bedroom. The players started to arrive and made their way down to the basement. The coaches grabbed beers and sat in the family room and watched the game film, and analyzed the mistakes that the team needed to work on.
Keith Walker arrived and the coaches congratulated him again on the great hit.
"You still didn't wrap him up Keith," said Wes. "We gotta work on that this week ok?"
"Sure thing coach. Uh, are the ladies down there yet?"
"Not yet but they will be soon. Go get yourself some pizza and just relax."
Soon all of the senior players had arrived and were in the basement. They started to get restless and began to yell up the stairs.
"Hey coach! What the hell! We won man! Let's get this party started!"
"Yeah coach! Send 'em down!"
"Where the fuck are they! We want our reward!"
Wes opened the door and yelled down to his players, "Just hold your goddamn horses! They'll be down in a minute!"
He then went to the master bedroom and opened the door. The three wives were finishing up a final round of tequila shots. For the evening they had selected pink, sheer negligees.
"Hey baby," said Jodi to her husband.
"If you fucking sluts don't get down there immediately we might have a goddamn riot on our hands!"
