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..."