This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the sixth chapter in a multi-chapter interracial cuckold story. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I encourage you to do so, but I'm confident you'll enjoy it as a standalone too.
*****
One year later
April 2019
"Yeah, I wish I was going down there with you guys, I can't believe my PT conference landed on the same weekend as State Finals - but we agreed long ago, the day job has to be the priority," Justin Dawson, Head Dive Coach at Sacramento State University reminded his beautiful wife.
"I know, I wish you were too, but I think I can handle it," Abbie Dawson replied with a confident smile.
"Of course you can, not to mention Sac State will have the hottest coach on the pool deck!"
"Oh stop it Justin, besides as I recall you were pretty into Jennifer Clark from San Diego State last year!"
"Oops...forgot about her, yeah well
one of the
hottest coaches on the deck," he corrected playfully.
"Fuck you Justin!" Abbie spat with an "
I hate you"
smile before she threw a pile of napkins at him.
"Just kidding...Jennifer's not even in your league baby, and she certainly doesn't have as nice of tits!"
A suspicious smile formed on her beautiful face, "Oh, you've checked out her boobs that closely too?"
"I take the fifth..." he admitted guiltily before changing the subject, "Okay babe, text me when you guys land in Orange County. Are you just going to catch an Uber from the airport to the hotel?"
Abbie let the previous discussion drop, "Yeah, we'll probably have to grab a couple of cars as there are five of us. I sure wish it was six, it's not going to be the same without you. I expect they'll all do great, but I can't imagine they wouldn't feel better having their head coach's guidance and support."
"You mean
co-
head coach's guidance and support. Ab, you are as good as any coach in the state of California, plus the team is going to have to start getting used to me not being on the road with you guys. Next year it's going to be up to you and Nick to handle all the away meets. As for this weekend, I suspect I won't be missed, they're an experienced group and you'll be everything they need Abbie Dawson!" He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her wetly on her succulent lips. "Same schedule as last year?"
"Yeah, except for flying down this morning, remember last year we went down on Thursday night. This time we'll head straight over to the Irvine pool after we land to get in our review and final prep dives. I'm going to try and encourage them all to get to bed early tonight, first dive is at eleven tomorrow. Nick is the only holdover, so hopefully he can help me convince the rest of them as to the importance of a good night's sleep tonight. But I'm sure tomorrow night will be a different story. I know the way Nick is, and I suspect the rest of this group will want to do some serious partying if they perform as well as we expect!"
"Yeah, I think you can count on that - especially if Nick sets the meet record!"
"If that happens, you know it will be crazy! It certainly won't be anything like last year when everyone crashed early following all that drama."
Suddenly a mischievous look appeared on Justin's face as he moved forward and wrapped his arms around his gorgeous wife, gripping her firm ass cheeks in the process, "As I recall, there were a couple of people who didn't crash
so
early!"
"Oh, leave it to
you
to remember that!" Abbie giggled remembering the champagne induced celebration sex they had the previous year.
Justin smiled pridefully, "But, I agree I could envision this group doing some serious partying if they win. But with Amber and Tommy long gone and Nick unlikely to have his sights set on the other girls this time around, getting the group to the airport on Sunday will hopefully be your only challenge!"
A weird flutter formed in Abbie's stomach, "Yeah, you're probably right about that honey...say what time do
you guys
take off?" She asked, happy to get the subject off of Nick Thomas'
"sights"
.
"Jay is coming by to pick me up at ten. Our first meeting is in San Jose at three-thirty."
"Well babe, I hope you have a great conference and I'll look forward to seeing you Sunday night after we Sac State Hornets kick some ass and take some names!"
Justin gripped her ass cheeks more firmly, "I can't wait for
this ass
to return triumphantly and claim its spoils! I'll be your sex slave for as long as you like upon your return your highness!"
Abbie laughed and kissed him one final time, "Why do I know you would look
forward
to all that
punishment
? I'll text you when we land my slave!"
*****
As Abbie made her way on Highway 80 to the Sacramento airport, her thoughts turned to the previous year's State Championships and all the drama that occurred between Nick, Amber and Tommy. So much had changed since then. Amber had moved to New York, Tommy had virtually disappeared from the radar, and Nick Thomas had all but dominated the California collegiate diving scene.
In addition to his diving development, Nick had undergone an amazing personal transformation. Gone was the gang-banger cocky kid from Stockton who Abbie and Justin had first recruited - in his place was a confident team leader who would soon be graduating near the top of his class. He had recently accepted a position in the Exercise Sciences department for the fall semester on the recommendation of Abbie herself.
She had vacillated with the decision to adamantly go to bat for him with the dean, not because she didn't think he would be a great addition to the department, but because somewhere deep in her recesses, she still harbored apprehensions regarding the undeniable magnetism between them and how it might someday result in issues with her job and more concerningly her marriage.
In addition, Justin had recently received a promotion that would not allow him to be as involved in coaching the team in the fall. At his suggestion, Abbie had agonizingly agreed to take Nick on as the assistant coach.
And while this past year had not provided the same number of sexually implicit interactions between them, Abbie still felt an unrelenting tug of attraction towards the muscled black diver. For his part, Nick had been more subtle in his pursuit of his hot coach, all part of his concerted plan to set the hook as deeply down her throat as possible before replacing it with something thicker, blacker, and much more palatable (well not exactly...).
Ironically now as she drove to meet him and his teammates at the airport, her thoughts drifted to Nick Thomas' big black cock. She wasn't sure exactly why she was thinking about BBC, but perhaps it was due to all the sexual drama Nick had been involved in at the previous year's championships with Amber and Tommy and now
not
having Justin along her side. Without thinking, Abbie found her fingers inside the leg of her shorts, immediately feeling the dampness on her slippery panties.
As she did her best to keep her focus on the road, Abbie rubbed along her swelling labia beneath the silky wetness of her thong as she imagined,
"How big must it really be when he's totally hard?"
She rubbed little circles around her button as she thought back to her vague recollection of how big it felt when she'd held it in her hands that drunken night at the Masked Masculinity show over a year previously.
Abbie captured her clit between two fingers as her thoughts turned to the words she had overheard Christina Chin, one her former divers, use to describe her unforgettable sex with Nick and the distance she held her hands apart when demonstrating his size to her friends. Abbie could feel a mini-orgasm building as she frigged herself excitedly while then also recalling Justin's recount of Amber's joyful climax on Nick's big cock from the cell phone playback the previous year at State Championships.
Abbie bit her lower lip and her vision blurred as her orgasm surged through her and a gush of wetness seeped onto her fingers just before steering the car onto the airport parkway.
After catching her breath, a smug smile came to her face, not only from the scintillating mini-cum, but from the recollection of her last-minute decision to slip her vibrator into her overnight bag. Being around Nick Thomas all weekend without Justin's presence was likely to have her testing the new toy's battery life.
*****
Later that night after dinner and an early return to her room, Abbie did what Justin had begged her to on so many occasions...she rented and watched an interracial porn flick. Upon its arousing end, she came to a necessary realization - she
would
need to stop by the hotel store and get more batteries.
*****
Late the following afternoon
Nick Thomas stood on the award stand with four gold medals around his neck. Abbie Dawson and Angie Thomas hugged with tears in their eyes as the crowd cheered. "Coach, I can't thank you enough for all that you and Justin have done for Nick. You guys took a chance on this cocky kid from Stockton and now look at him. My son is a now a man who will graduate in a couple of weeks and also thanks to your recommendation, will begin working in your department while he attends grad school at Davis next fall. I have to pinch myself."
"Don't forget, he'll be working with Justin and me as an assistant coach on the dive team next year too!" Abbie reminded with an ear to ear smile.
"Yes, that too! I never would have believed any of this just two years ago! I am so proud of him!"
"You should be Angie!" Abbie finished saying just as Nick ran up, hugged his mom and lifted her off the ground.
