Before I met Jo I'd been fairly adventurous but she was the sort of girl you feel you could settle down with, and although our sex life started out exciting we soon fell into a routine that meant by the time we were married just a year and a half after meeting, I could pretty much predict exactly how it was going to be.
Jo had been engaged to Steve when we met. I basically stole her away from him over a period of a year during which I got a huge thrill out of having her sneak off with me to country hotels for weekends of incredible sex together. It felt hot fucking another man's intended bride while she told him she was at conferences or other work engagements. We even had her phone him from the bedside phone while I was inside her once, but we had to give that up because Jo gave a distinctive moan when she was cumming that we figured would soon give us away.
It was towards the end of our second year of marriage that I met Nathalie. She was the sister of one of the more promising youngsters in the rugby team I was coaching. His name was Jason and he was just nineteen years old but built like a brick wall. His previous coach had played him at openside flanker. I had switched him from to inside centre on the hunch that keeping him in the pack meant that the three-quarter line was forever being starved of the ball. With Jason playing at centre we soon began to free up the ball from the scrum. Whenever he received the ball now it was in open play and he would invariably be running at full speed. He scored thirty-three tries that season and we finished second in our league - a record for the club. I won the coaches' award for the region and Jason was named Most Promising Newcomer. Nathalie, Jason's twenty-one-year-old sister accompanied him to the awards night. Jo, of course, came with me.
Jo was looking a million dollars that night. She had turned twenty-five two months earlier and was in her prime. She had large but not overbearing tits. Just a 34B but on her slight frame they looked bigger. She called this the "Dolly Parton effect" and we had enjoyed plenty of tit fucking in those country hotels the year she was cuckolding Steve with me. My favourite feature about Jo, though, was her legs. She had gorgeous legs that simply cried out to be shown off. She did this by wearing short skirts whenever the occasion arose. Although I preferred to see her in stockings, that night she was bare-legged, wearing new black shiny heels, a red leather mini skirt, white silk blouse and, apart from her ring, not a whole lot else. I knew she had underwear on because I'd seen her put it on earlier that evening, but the lines of the skirt and blouse certainly didn't do anything to make that obvious and it pleased me to see the looks she was getting from the other men at the rugby club and even one or two of the women.
Nathalie was tall, dark-skinned and with a flashing smile that arrested me immediately. She came over to me at the bar while I was getting the first round of drinks and introduced herself. It seemed Jason had mentioned me plenty at home, and I was pleased to hear that despite a somewhat arrogant front, it was obvious he had taken on my various tips and advice during the year's coaching. I shook hands politely with Nathalie and she held my gaze for a few seconds before telling me how much it pleased her that her little brother Jason had found something to keep him focused, occupied and out of trouble. I could see what she meant. Jason was the sort of lad who could have been a loose cannon without a disciplined sport like rugby to keep him in line. Nathalie, who it quickly became apparent was the brains of the family, knew how much the game had been worth to him - quite aside from the fact he happened to be very good at it.
As we chatted I gradually became aware of how attractive Nathalie was. It was one of those creeping realisations that makes you feel blind for not having clocked it immediately, but I found within five minutes or so that I couldn't take my eyes off her - even after she moved off with her drinks and found her brother (no one else seemed to have come with them). I took my own drinks over to Jo who had made a beeline for Liz, the partner of the social secretary and the only other person at the club she knew. I liked Liz but had never really noticed her much. She was fairly quiet, and her partner Len was one of those domineering types with whom you never seemed to be able to make proper conversation because everything needed to revolve around him. He was harmless enough in his own way, but he was boring to spend much time with.
There wasn't a dinner that night. Just canapés and drinks, the speeches and awards and then a dance to finish the evening. Len had decided to order in tapas that night, and I was pleasantly surprised to find how good they were. I was tucking into a second helping of tortilla when I felt a hand lightly slap me across the stomach. "Careful, coach. You don't want to overdo those carbs, now!"
I turned and found myself looking at Nathalie. Our faces were just eight inches apart and she still had her hand on my stomach. "Mmmm! Good muscles, though" she said.
I actually blushed. I was quite proud of the fact that at thirty, and with my playing days behind me after a compound fracture of my tibia during a game I'd rather forget, I had still maintained my fitness and could still show the youngsters a thing or two on the tackle circuit.
"Not as cutely arranged as yours though, Nathalie" I managed to say and I patted her ass! I've always been a good flirt, but this was a few steps ahead of where I would normally expect to be since this was only something like the fourth or fifth sentence I had uttered in her presence.
We were interrupted at that point by Jason. He pushed between us in an effort to get to the tortilla waitress. Nathalie sighed and gave me an enigmatic look that could have meant anything. The dance music was starting up and I knew Jo wanted to dance so I went back to find her. But over the next hour whenever I looked at Nathalie she was looking at me, and before she left the clubhouse - about half an hour later, she made a motion with her hand to me as if to say "Call me".
