Read the first two chapters to catch up on how the protagonist got to this point. Or just read the chapter for your own titillation. For the haters that don't like the subject matter, bite me, and go find something else to get in a twist under. Those that have offered encouragement, constructive criticism and who just like an enjoyable read, you are much appreciated...and now, let's pick up the thread shall we?
Kendra Lucas was on her king-sized bed, naked. She had set up the selfie stick on her phone to take pictures. She snapped a couple that were just teasing only to have the soccer coach reply "Boring, Chandler is looking more like a second half player" The next photo was replied with a yawning emoji and "Nope, he might not even get off the bench with this."
Kendra was frustrated she knew that she had to do more. Racking her brain for ideas, she came upon on. Rolling to her nightstand, she pulled out her black dildo. She only used it after Roger would fuck her in the morning for a couple minutes before he left for work. Unsatisfied, she usually would pound her pussy silly for a couple minutes with it before having a nice orgasm and drifting off to sleep. Now she needed to use it in a slutty way to ensure her sons place on the roster. Slowly sliding the phallus into her wet pussy, Kendra enjoyed the feel and snapped a couple of pics and a small vid. The response from the coach was first a thumbs up sign then "Much better, keep going."
Sawing the dildo in and out, Kendra began to drift off into her imagination, thinking of Coach Reece then his cousin Dexter tag teaming her. She began to really get into fucking herself with the dildo and Coach Kevin kept up his effusive praise. Pounding herself deeper and harder with the black dildo. Kendra lost herself in her ecstasy and began to buck her hips to the impending orgasm, letting out a lustful cry. Kendra snapped a few pictures and finished with a final vid of her squirting bucking orgasm. This was more orgasms in one day than Kendra had probably had in the past year. The phone rang with a message. "Very good. You have secured Chandler's first start. How long he stays a starter remains up to you. You will get a call from Becky Hunter early next week. She will brief you on what you are required to do."
Kendra slumped back with relief then terror, Roger and Chandler would be home any minute. Racing about her bedroom, Kendra hid all the items that she had pulled out for her photo expose, jumped into the shower to rinse the sexy sheen of sweat off her and jumped into her pjs. She was in the bed watching a lifetime movie to get her mind off her debauchery and hopefully deter Roger from trying to push up her for sex. Her pussy was worn out, fortunately for her Roger had had a couple drinks and Chandler had driven them back home. Roger tumbled into bed and was snoring seconds later. Kendra looked wistfully at her husband. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
The next couple of days fell back into the norm, Kendra worked her home based HR consulting business during the day and would pick Chandler up from soccer practice every afternoon. She didn't get out of the car the first couple days, and she noticed that the other soccer moms were still dressed rather racy, all wearing short tennis skirts. She managed to pick Chandler up unnoticed the first couple days or so she thought. Midway through Wednesday, Kendra was going over some work figures when her cell phone rang. She saw the number and knew who it was Becky Hunter was calling her.
"Kendra? Becky Hunter."
"Hello Becky, what can I do for you?"
"I'm not about chit chat so listen up." Becky's tone was brusque and to the point.
"I'm listening." Kendra had to keep herself from a harsh retort
"There's a clothing store at the Gallery Shoppes, you need to go there and ask for Chelly"
"Why?"
"She's gonna outfit you in your new soccer moms' wardrobe."
"OK"
"Also, there's no getting to practice just to pick Chandler up. You get there at least an hour before practice ends. You sit with us, and we'll give you more details on how to carry yourself."
