Slutty Soccer Mom Chapter 4: Hubby gets roped in
Note from the author: As usual these stories are decent standing alone, but to get a clearer picture of how we got here, start at Chapter 1 and read the full story. As usual, while your comments and constructive criticism are welcome, Im not deterred by those who do not like the interracial or female on female content. If that's not your cup of tea, go elsewhere. Im writing this mostly of my own fantasies and things I have actually seen. For those that have waded through my rant, I thank you for your patience. Now lets pick the story back up with our female protagonist...
Kendra returned home; her head was spinning. She had spent an orgiastic and orgasmic afternoon with Chelly and her two studs. Chelly had given Kendra her business card and suggested that she make regular appointments for "private fittings" This was something that Kendra was highly intrigued by and made a mental note of scheduling in her calendar. "What has happened to me?" Kendra thought aloud. A few weeks ago, she was a prim and proper soccer mom who never thought that much of sex, and rarely enjoyed with her husband. Now it was something that dominated her thoughts, but she didn't want to have sex with her husband, she wanted it every freaky way that she could think of it. With thick dicked black men and sapphic women. But she worried privately how long she could keep the charade going. Eventually, Roger was going to get suspicious. That was something that puzzled Kendra, how were all these soccer moms doing what they were doing and their husbands not finding out?
The next few days returned to the mundane, work, taking Chandler to practice and listening to the soccer moms' gossip, the talk was always raunchy, and Kendra learned quickly to bring a towel to sit on because the talk always made her wet. She was the focal point of some intense quizzing during one practice.
"So, Kendra how was your fitting?" Lisa, a short buxom brunette who was the goalie's mom asked.
"It...it was ok." Kendra stammered
"That's not what I heard" Danielle interjected.
"That's not what I saw!' Becky chimed in."
"Darius AND Marcus together?" Lisa purred dreamily. "That's something, I have to ask Chelly about. I'm too busy eating her pussy to think about it." Kendra had never said much to Lisa, but she seemed like she knew most about what the other soccer moms were doing.
"Aww shit, here comes Aimee, Miss I fuck everything bitch" Becky muttered as a tall Rubenesque platinum blonde got out of an Escalade and strode to the group. Aimee's son Nate was the team's leading scorer, and everyone knew Aimee was at the top pecking order for Coach Kevin. Aimee was not shy about telling everyone about it and her and Becky would publicly be friendly but behind closed doors and in private sniped at one another. Aimee also gave the newbie moms a tough time, the ones that she thought were either weak minded or too pretty. Aimee had it instantly in her head that she didn't like Kendra though she had said little to her in the first few weeks of practice. With the team's first game just a couple of days away she figured that she would assert her queen bee status over the newest member of the soccer moms.
"So, Kendra," How does it feel being the newest slut?" Aimee was neither shy nor reserved, she spoke her mind quickly.
"I like it" Kendra said with a conviction that surprised everyone including herself
Aimee was taken aback momentarily then tried another intimidation tack. "So does your husband know?"
Kendra blanched inside, though she put up a good poker face and had a withering reply. "Does yours?"
"Honey, I'm divorced. I caught mine fucking a little college tramp and I took him for everything."
Becky piped up, "Aimee give her a break, she's still learning the ropes."
"Yeah, whatever." Aimee snorted. "Just stay outta of my way when it comes to the coach, and don't think that your kid is getting more playing time than my Nate."
Two days later the Bandits took the field in their first match against a team from upstate. The game was tense with neither team able to generate any chances in the game's first 20 minutes. Chandler had touched the ball a handful of times but looked a bit nervous and tentative. Aimee's son Nate nearly broke the deadlock a few minutes later with a crisp cross shot that the goalie was lucky to punch away. This set up a corner kick for the Bandits. "Chan always seems to find the ball in this situation." Roger said to Kendra who was too nervous to reply. The ball was put in play from the corner and Nate made a nifty header at the goal, the goalie deflected the ball but streaking in like bolt was Chandler who chested the rebound and in one deft motion redirected the ball to his right foot and emphatically booted the ball past the helpless goalie back into the net. The crowd roared in approval as Chandler thrust his fist in the air, took two running strides and did a round off backflip in celebration before being mobbed by his teammates. The Bandit's cheering section was jubilant with Roger and Kendra sharing a hug. Down on the field Coach Kevin pointed at Chandler in approval. Near the end of the half Chandler set Nate up on a breakaway with a crisp lead out pass. Nate juked the goalie and slammed the shot home, and it was 2-0. Chandler was dazzling in the 2nd half as both he and Nate were a two-man wrecking crew, both scored an additional goal each in the 2nd half before getting pulled late in the game with the Bandits up 4-0. It was a joyous afterparty with one of the assistant coaches announcing that he was taking the entire team to dinner to celebrate, there were furtive glances around from a few of the soccer moms. They knew that Coach Kevin was going to want private sessions with the moms of the games three stars. Aimee and Lisa both wore sly grins but Kendra while happy for Chandler's impressive performance was not sure what that would entail and how she would be able to get away from Roger. Lisa sidled up to Kendra and whispered in her ear. You will get a text in a few minutes; it'll tell you where to meet us."
