This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. If stories of open marriage are not your thing, then this is not for you.
Thank you Eviant for your great job in editing this, it is always a pleasure working with you.
Thank you to my amazing wife for being my muse.
Ann walked in the door a minute behind Aaron. She was carrying dinner, pizzas from South Street.
"Babe, coach called about twenty minutes ago, just after 7:00. Said Aaron left his sneakers and iPod at practice. He said he'd be at the field for another ten minutes when he called, and then he was heading home. He said we can swing by and pick them up at his house on Melbourne Road until 9:30 tonight, and if we don't show up he'll just bring them Saturday."
Ann sighed as she set down the pizzas. She was in her running shorts and sports top. She'd recently taken to jogging around the track circling the soccer field while Aaron was at soccer practice. After a stressful day, she had pushed herself hard tonight, the flush in her cheeks still present. "Which coach was it, do you know?" she asked.
Mitch smiled. "Yes. Luke said his was a little green ranch set back from the road. He said to pull into the driveway and knock on the backdoor. You want me to go?"
The flush in her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red when Mitch said it was Coach Luke. Coach Hot Lips as Mitch called him when teasing her about her crush on him. Ann found him so sexy she made a change to her "exception list" and dropped Kenny Chesney to add him. "Don't tease me," she warned, looking across the kitchen at him.
"No teasing babe. If you want to change and eat, I'll run over and get his stuff, or we can just wait until Saturday."
"No, I'll go. I already have my shoes on...but maybe I should change first? I don't want him to see me like this..."
"Sweetheart...he's been watching you do laps for the last four weeks in that outfit or one like it. Go grab his iPod and shoes; we'll save some pizza for you." Making sure the kids were occupied in the living room he said in a lower voice, "Maybe you should stop off at CVS? He
is
on your list..."
She punched him in the arm, a little harder than she had intended. "Knock it off. You are such a dirty man you know that. Hot Lips isn't interested in an out of shape mother of three like me. Gimme the address so I can get back here and shower."
As she drove across town she was amazed at how nervous she was, and a bit shocked at how wet she was. She could feel herself soaking her panties as she anticipated seeing Luke at his house and alone.
You know he doesn't look at you like you look at him,
she reprimanded herself as she drove,
you're just another of the mom's that sit around and watch their kids!
Now wait a minute,
she argued back at herself,
you've been busting your ass lately, and doing it at the school, too. None of the other moms are exercising while their kids play.
She ended the argument in her head, and snapped back to reality.
I'm going to get my sons iPod and sneakers and then I'm going home...unless...OH, STOP IT!
She chided herself once and for all. She turned onto Melbourne Road and quickly found his house. Pulling into the driveway, she came to a stop behind his car.
Leave it running or bring the keys up?
She wondered. Smirking to herself, she played with her hair a little, removed the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the Jeep.
She felt her cheeks flush again as she walked past his car into the back yard.
You're like a damned school girl with a crush!
She scolded herself, though it was true. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and knocked on the window of the door. Her heart beat five times and she looked at her watch. It was 7:46, maybe he'd given up waiting after all? She knocked again, this time, on the door and a bit harder.
"Aw'right, hold on, I'm comin'" came the familiar British accent from inside. A moment later, the door opened and Luke was standing there in a towel, and Ann felt her knees weaken. "Come on in...Ann right?" he asked as he swept his hand into the kitchen.
Demanding her legs to work, she stepped into the kitchen, and turned to face him. "Sorry to bother you like this, I guess I should have called first..." She tried like hell to look at his face, those lips, and his smoky eyes, but she couldn't tear he eyes from his bare chest, beads of water slowly trailing down his muscular form and disappearing at the towel wrapped around his waist. "I'm sorry I interrupted your shower..."
"No worries. I 'uz just finishin' up when you knocked the first time. I'm just glad I saw his things, we're supposed to get rain tonight."
He smiled at her and she felt her legs weaken again; his lips were so damned sexy she felt and overwhelming urge to kiss him right then and there. She bit her bottom lip in an effort to control herself, and knew that the blush flushing her cheeks couldn't be stopped.
"You need a drink of water luv'? You're looking a bit flushed. Must be pushing yourself too hard during practice." He went to a cabinet and grabbed a glass. Turning toward the refrigerator he caught her staring at him. "I'm sorry, I forgot my manners. You want I should make myself decent? Here I am dallying about in a towel."
His accent was like a double shot of Viagra to her. Every word he spoke fanned the flames of her desire for him. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she was worried that he could see right through her; that he'd be able to read her like a book and know that she was crushing on him something fierce. "No, I'm fine, really. I shouldn't have taken up this much of your time. Thank you for grabbing his things and for the great job you do with the kids."
Raising his eyebrows in surprise he said, "Aw'right then. His iPod's in his left shoe on the island here." He set the glass down and reached for them and as Ann moved towards the island, she tripped. She fell right into Luke, sending them both to the ground.
Her spandex covered chest landed between his sprawled legs, her face against his rock hard abs, the towel completely under him. Her eyes found his semi-flaccid member along his bare thigh, and they grew wide. He was easily as long as, or longer than Mitch, and he wasn't erect. She couldn't help but stare as it grew before her eyes. "Oh my..." she whispered licentiously as she struggled to untangle herself and get upright.
Luke sat up and grinned at her as she worked her way vertical. "Yeah. I've 'ad no one complain 'bout 'im."
Ann looked down at him as he stood. "I...ummm...I was just..."
He stood in front of her, so close that his erect manhood touched her exposed stomach. She couldn't suppress a moan when it brushed across her bare abdomen. Looking down at her, he smiled. His right hand lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
Don't look at his lips. Don't look at his lips. If you look at his lips you know you will give in,
she chanted in her mind like a mantra as she stared up at him.
My God his eyes are the color of creamy chocolate. He is staring into your head and knows what you are thinking. Look away before you give in!
Oh how she wanted to taste him, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his lips on her bare skin.
Ann tried to break eye contact with Luke, but he held her chin firm. Her heart hammered as his head bent down to her, his lips meeting hers. It was like an electrical charge starting at her mouth and ending at her sex. Her last shred of resistance fell as their lips parted, his tongue exploring her mouth. She back peddled, and he stayed with her, until they bumped the table.
Luke's hands found the bottom of her sports top. In one smooth motion he pulled it over her head. His mouth found her right breast while his hands found her shorts. With an urgent tug, he yanked them to them middle of her thighs and spun her around.
"Oh God!" she gasped. His hands found her shoulders from behind, and he gently pushed her forward across the kitchen table. She was unable to suppress a moan as she felt his thick cock pressing between her ass cheeks.
