Coach Jack Pt 04

Knowing that Sara was out the next evening with a work commitment, I faced the following 36 hours without any possibility of actually bedding my wife. My desire for her was palpable and I was certain she was taking a degree of enjoyment in knowing how desperately I wanted her.

Choosing the option to work from home for the next couple of days I alternated between focusing on the screen of my computer, and the screen in my mind which played an endless imagined loop of my wife being fucked by Jack. The vision of her naked, head thrown back in ecstasy, as she rode him to orgasm kept my penis at a semi-erect state at virtually all times. Though reticent to admit it, I jacked myself off three times throughout that first day.

It was on the second day that I'd been tidying up in our bedroom and discovered her AirPods on the floor near the bed. Reflexively I opened her nightstand drawer to return them to the small tray that she usually kept them in. Everything in the drawer seemed exactly as I would expect with some of her skin care products, her reading glasses, and a bottle of vitamins. I knew from experience that the larger drawer beneath it would usually contain one of her knitting projects, the book she was currently reading, as well as her two vibrators, tucked away in the back in a small nylon pouch. But as I replaced the AirPods it was impossible to miss the small rectangular box near the back of the top drawer.

I withdrew it and examined it quietly, as my penis twitched reflexively. I'd held the same blue box in my hand a few days prior when I'd discovered it in the bags of groceries that Sara had brought home. In its current condition it appeared worn. The corners were bent and the top appeared to have been ripped open hurriedly. Out of curiosity I withdrew the contents outwards. Three strips of condoms. As expected two of them showed signs of having had one torn away. Again, my eyes were drawn to the large white 'XL' logo underneath the Durex brand name on the packages. "Longer and wider" it proclaimed.

It was NOT a confidence inducing moment and my imagination flashed to envision the size of dick that would actually necessitate a condom of this size.

Apparently one like Jack's.

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On Tuesday night, seemingly having enjoyed depriving me long enough, Sara waited until her and Chloe were done watching a movie downstairs before making her way up to the bedroom and locking the door behind her with a smile.

I came on top of her in missionary. As we intimately kissed she wrapped her arms behind my back and drew me to her lovingly as I thrust into her with abandon. There was no mention of Jack or what had happened. There was no good natured teasing. Instead she whispered "I love you" and "you feel good" several times into my ear as she made herself available to receive all of the pent up tension I had built up over the past days. Our lovemaking was passionate... and intense!

We didn't change positions and it didn't last long, but I wasn't embarrassed. Sara clearly understood how badly I desired to reclaim her. As I lay on my back panting she leaned up on her side and softly caressed my chest.

"That was good!"

she complimented simply.

"Yeah?"

I confirmed with a grin.

She nodded and gave me a little pat before leaning in for another deep kiss.

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The remainder of the week was typically busy and there was no discussion or mention of Jack beyond a quick mention that Sara had spoken with him briefly when picking up Chloe from basketball practice. What

was

somewhat 'untypical' was my wife's sex drive and her degree of adventure.

On Friday night as I was making dinner Sara asked Chloe to walk to the store to pick up some fruit for the morning. Not unusual on the surface. What WAS unusual was that once the front door had closed Sara nonchalantly strolled into the kitchen, gave me a deep kiss, and tugged my pants and underwear to the ground.

With the caveat of

"be quick, she won't be gone long"

my wife sunk down onto her knees and took my dick into her mouth. Discarding the kitchen utensils I'd been using I held onto the edge of the counter in a daze from both the feeling of what she was doing, and the simple fact that she was doing it!

After just a few minutes of her very forward blowjob I was advising her that I was close. She just kept going.

"Sar..."

I warned.

"I'm almost there... Where do you want me to?"

Not breaking from the task at hand she simply indicated towards her chest.

"On you?"

I gasped out.

"On your shirt?"

A gargled

"yes"

escaped from her mouth as she continued to frantically suck me.

As she felt the first thrusts of my penis she finally withdrew and leaned herself back on her knees.

Her large breasts thrust outward in the tight navy blue Abercrombie shirt that she wore. It was either there or the floor I reasoned, and so I followed her directions and began to pump stream after stream down onto the tightly stretched cotton around her boobs. She grinned proudly up at me.

I finally staggered back upwards, again grabbing the counter for reassurance as she lifted herself back to her feet.

"Can't wait for dinner. Gotta go change".

She flashed a wide smile at me, her shirt darkened with streaks and pools of cum.

As far as I recalled I'd never witnessed her do anything that 'outward' in our relationship together. But I certainly wasn't going to argue.

Over the next week she frequently pulled me into the shower for 'quickies' when she returned home from exercising.

The following Wednesday night Chloe had gone out to a friends. I walked into our bedroom to find Sara wearing a sexy sheer babydoll slip and nothing else. The lights in the bedroom were dimmed and she was flicking through the TV. She patted the bed next to her indicating for me to strip down to my underwear and join her. I watched HER select a porn film which was something entirely new. We watched porn occasionally together as she knew it was a turn on for me. But having her initiate it was far from the norm.

For the next half hour she knelt over my legs with her round bottom thrust up into my lap. Seemingly in no rush she let me lube her up and take my time with her. With unfettered access to her body I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her as the two of us watched scenes unfold on screen. At one point I switched to her vibrator, replacing my fingers with it and miming fucking her as I pushed and withdrew its length languidly in her pussy. I tensed slightly as one of the male stars was receiving a blowjob. His penis just didn't seem to stop growing and it received an appropriately surprised response from his two female costars. No words passed between Sara and I but it was pretty clear that flashes of 'another' large penis in our lives were surely taking place.

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I was enjoying my wife's newfound sex drive and sense of adventure. It was coming up on two weeks since she had had sex with Jack and I was beginning to wonder where this whole thing was going. I frequently replayed her words from the shower in my mind:

"Maybe you'll get to watch next time"

She hadn't said them in jest.

I had been peripherally aware of the upcoming basketball tournament. It was in a town about two hours drive away and given the distance and uncertain game schedule it necessitated an overnight stay for the girls's school team. I had it in my calendar but had put very little thought into it. With Sara being the Team Coordinator I knew that she would be making the arrangements for everyone and that I didn't need to worry about it. As usual, I'd simply just go and do what I was told on that weekend.

On the Thursday night before the weekend tournament Sara chose a particularly cunning time to tell me about the forthcoming schedule.

"So for Saturday night I arranged with the hotel for ours and Jack's rooms to be on a different floor away from the girls rooms as well as the parents"

she casually mentioned over her shoulder as I slowly pumped into her from behind in the shower.

"Sorry?"

I questioned, slowing my pace. I legitimately hadn't heard every word she'd said over the rushing water and was a bit perplexed as to why she was bringing up something as mundane as travel arrangements while we were in the midst of coupling.

She turned her head and repeated herself again. This time slower, and pausing at times for effect.

I slowed further as I processed, and then understood what she was actually saying.

"Oh?"

I finally managed.

"I figured that you might like to watch this time"

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The fact that Sara and Jack had their text message chain (ostensibly about the team, but now clearly involving an awful lot more) had been a struggle for me since the first night at his place. I never had any idea what they were talking about and felt it would be an invasion of her privacy to ask. While I had spent the last week or so wondering if sex was something that had happened one time and was now over, Sara had seemingly been planning their next date.

I was forced to confront what was slowly becoming an obvious reality... this wasn't a 'one time' thing.

As prior, I offered no protest when Sara essentially suggested that she planned to fuck Jack again when we were at the hotel.

Her little hook of suggesting I could watch had been more than enough to grab my attention. I had now spent several weeks running a near constant mental reel of my incredibly sexy wife being taken by another man.

Now she was offering to present it to me in actuality.

I pushed any jealous thoughts to the side, at least temporarily. I was far too lusty to contemplate anything beyond her teasing promise!

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The night before we left for the tournament Sara and I quickly packed overnight bags. Chloe was downstairs in her room doing the same. This time, Sara didn't let me find it. She came right out with it.

"Hey, so, uhm..."

she started a bit uncomfortably, standing in the doorway of our ensuite as she packed her toiletry bag.

Her hand held up a white box that by this point I instantly recognized.

"I'd really like to do it without condoms this time"

she continued hesitantly.

"I just think it would feel better".

"Jack's been tested and he sent me the results"

she explained (that text chain between them again)

"And I got some birth control pills"

I recognized the thin white prescription box from when she use to take them prior to my getting a vasectomy years ago.

I stood there, surely dumbfounded, as I attempted to process this.

I gave the only reasonable response I could come up with in that moment.

"As long as you're being safe, I guess?"

I murmured back in response.

Later that night as I lay in bed I realized that she would have had to go to our family doctor, Debbie Mathers, in order to get the prescription.

The same family doctor who had referred me for my vasectomy...

MY

next appointment with her was surely going to be a bit uncomfortable...

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We left early the next morning for the tournament, arriving in time for the girls first game at 10am. Our group of parents all gathered and watched from the stands as Jack coached them to an easy first round victory. Sara had arranged a group booking for lunch and around Noon we all gathered at a nearby restaurant. Sara herself did not attend. In line with her TC duties she instead went to the hotel, checked everyone in, and gathered key cards to be distributed to the group. She had arranged it so that the girls were booked two to a room in one block on the fifth floor. The parents rooms were scattered throughout the 4th and 6th. The one exception was our room... and Jack's... which were adjoining and on a top floor without any of our travelling party nearby.

Back at the large gym Chloe's team faced stiffer competition in their next two matches but ultimately prevailed, earning them a place in the final that evening. We all decamped to a different restaurant that Sara had booked and in the large back room the parents and the girls were in high spirits as everyone gathered for dinner before the final match at 7:30pm. It was clear how much everyone liked Jack and appreciated him as a coach. He easily mingled between the parents and offered words of praise and encouragement to the girls as he made his way around the two large tables. He and my wife casually interacted throughout the day as Sara passed info on to the families between matches. It all seemed perfectly natural and unremarkable. I could only imagine what people would think if they knew that several hours from now she would be naked in a hotel room, being fucked by the coach.

We all watched on in anxious excitement as Chloe's team played their final match... and thankfully won! After the building anxiety and excitement throughout the day I imagine it would have been a bit of a damper on the evening's proceedings were they to have lost. But, with medals around their necks, and smiling faces, the girls decamped back to the hotel. Parental lectures and warnings were proffered as the team were given their room keys and urged to celebrate, but to do so quietly while observing their 11:30pm curfew. A couple of the other moms had offered to check in on the girls throughout the evening, relieving Sara of any further responsibility which she graciously accepted. She wouldn't have been much help as a chaperone anyway...

Back in our room I rifled through my bag and then flicked on the TV to ESPN as Sara decamped to the bathroom to have a quick shower after the long day. As I attempted to review the evening's NBA results my gaze kept drifting towards the adjoining door between our and Jack's rooms.

Sara soon emerged from the bathroom, towelling her shoulder length blonde hair. She had reapplied a minimum amount of makeup and she looked fresh faced and natural with her skin a soft pink from the warm water. She was wrapped up in one of the hotels plush, fuzzy robes and I immediately wondered what she had chosen to don underneath.

"Ready?"

she asked casually as she fiddled with one of her earrings.

It was phrased casually in the same way that it might be delivered were we to be heading to the grocery store... but on this particular night it carried so much more meaning...

Was I

'ready'

to go watch my wife have sex with another man... to watch as she disrobed and gave someone else access to her naked body... to watch her react passionately as another man's penis entered her, fucked her, and made her cum...

Sara unlocked the adjoining door between our rooms and knocked softly on the remaining door on Jack's side. He opened it moments later, inviting us in. He had changed into a pair of shorts and a simple black t-shirt. He indicated towards the desktop where a bottle of champagne and a 6 pack of beer sat.

"Let's celebrate the win?"

he grinned broadly.

Opting for the beer I accepted one of the cold bottles that Jack offered while he and Sara clinked glasses of champagne with a smile. He also had ESPN on the TV and the soft murmuring of Sportscenter provided a welcoming distraction (at least for me) from what I knew to be forthcoming.

Conversation naturally turned to the game, and for the next several minutes Jack's room surely resembled many of the other team's rooms in the hotel. Parents gathered, relaxing with a drink, and reviewing what had been an exciting and rewarding afternoon for the team.

But as Jack finally settled into the wide chair in the corner by the window, the tone changed.

Sara was stood by the TV and I was perched on the side of the bed. As Jack eased himself back in the chair I watched my wife fix him with a gaze.

Her hand reached up to the waist tie that had kept the robe cinched tight around her curvy body. Fingering the knot, she undid it, and allowed the two panels of the robe to part. I felt my whole body tighten as the garment parted to reveal that she was wearing nothing at all.

I had assumed that she would have changed into some manner of lingerie when she had gotten out of the shower, but Sara had opted for the simplest outfit of all. Complete, and sheer nudity. Jack smiled approvingly and Sara began to slowly cross the room to him. Desirous as she was, I had not warranted a glance at all!

As she reached Jack she lifted herself up and on top of his lap, placing a leg on either side of him, and sinking her curvy frame down onto him. She leaned her head down and as he slipped his arms inside the robe and behind her back the two of them kissed passionately.

I was already seated awkwardly on the side of the bed and I immediately felt my discomfort increase as my position as the 'third wheel' clarified. The passion between the two of them was palpable as they kissed, but given the way the chair was angled and the way the large open white robe curtained from Sara's shoulders it prevented me from being able to really tell what their hands were doing.

On reflection I think those first few minutes were the most uncomfortable for me as I had no idea what I was supposed to do. The two of them were seemingly quite clear on what to do with

each other,

but having never witnessed

live sex

before I was unsure how to carry myself. I realized that my placement on the bed wasn't ideal given that at some point shortly they were presumably planning to use it. But Jack already occupied the one other seating area in the room. The one that I assumed was traditionally earmarked for the envious, watching, husband in situations like this. So, I stayed put, perched tensely on the side of the bed as I watched Sara lift herself higher in Jack's lap and use her hands to hoist her heavy boobs up to the level of his face. His head dipped into her soft cleavage and for the next couple of minutes Sara dropped her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned softly as Jack feasted on her breasts and nipples.

She reacted familiarly to his efforts and it was easy to tell that he was turning her on. As Sara's enjoyment grew she began to occasionally draw herself back down, forcing her round bum directly onto his lap. The element of mystery that the robe had supplied had been both erotic, but also frustrating for me. So I was pleased when Sara eventually reached for her shoulders and slipped the garment off and to the floor.

I watched as she wrapped both of her arms around Jack's shoulders and began to grind her bare pussy into his groin, providing a near expert lap dance. I was briefly drawn back to the teasing comments about the Diamond Club that had set us down this path nearly a month ago. Sara's actions provided me with a highly erotic view of her succulent bum writhing back and forth in Jack's lap, and I could only imagine the sensations he would be feeling as she worked her vagina onto what must surely be a very erect cock within his shorts. I couldn't imagine how his

wouldn't

be hard! MINE had already stiffened simply from watching! Although I was facing them from behind it was clear that Jack's hands were wrapped around Sara's large breasts and occasionally I would see the soft white flesh of her tits bulge out to the side of her body as he worked them over.

My position on the bed was soon confirmed to be ill advised as the two of them finally rose together and padded towards where I sat, Jack leading my wife by the hand. She stopped to give me a quick kiss as I rose awkwardly and made way for them to take up a position on the bed. Trading places with them I crossed around the room to where the chair was now unoccupied in the corner.