Not The Team Mom

This is a tale of seduction, rough but consensual sex, and a cheating wife. Comments are welcome, anonymous trolls will be deleted.

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Spending yet another weekend at the ballfield, Eric Joseph was killing time waiting for his daughter's next softball game. Ashley's Lady Hawks team had won her first game and had a one game break before the next one started. Eric wandered away from the center pavilion to get away from all the chatter for a little while. Walking down the pathway between fields three and four, Eric leaned up against the fence along the left field line and lit up a Marlboro.

The slight breeze was wonderful. It was a nearly cloudless day, and although it was early May, the afternoon temperature was in the mid-eighties. Eric was thinking about the upcoming game when he heard a voice from behind him yell, "Little help, please!" While one of the 12U teams was warming up in the outfield one of the girls had thrown a ball over the fence. The ball had rolled down the hill towards the back parking lot.

"I gotcha," Eric called back to the girl. Stubbing out his smoke, Eric wandered down the hill to grab the ball. Eric tossed the ball back up and got a "Thanks!" for his efforts. As he headed back up to the fields, Eric noticed a silver minivan with its back gate open. Taking another couple of steps, Eric could see the van was shaking, and caught the eye of a shirtless young man with several tattoos. Eric grinned at him, and got a thumbs up in return.

Eric smiled to himself, and walked back up to his spot on the left field fence. A few minutes later he saw a Camaro speed out of the lower parking lot. Shortly after that, he saw Sharon Ellis walk up the path from the lower parking lot. Sharon's daughter Cindy was on Ashley's team. "How you doin', Eric?" Sharon asked.

"I'm good, Sharon. How about you?"

"I'd be better if you'd give me one of those Marlboros." Sharon was pretty, wearing a sundress with an elastic scoop neck and a small light floral pattern. Like many women in their late thirties, Sharon had a few extra pounds, but nowhere near enough to be fat. Eric tapped his pack, and Sharon pulled one out. "Do you mind?"

Eric lit her smoke for her. Sharon had full lips. "The liftgate on my van was stuck, but I got it fixed." Sharon had green eyes that she rimmed with black eye liner with smoky eye shadow and shoulder-length auburn hair.

Eric grinned at her and said, "I'm glad you got things loosened up." The breeze picked up for a moment, and Sharon swept her brown hair off her face. Eric noticed that Sharon was looking at him a bit strangely, probably wondering if Eric knew about her tryst. She took a long drag, then shifted her weight from left to right and back again. Eric noticed that Sharon had a toe ring on her right foot.

"Thanks for the smoke. I gotta use the little girls room. See you back up there!" Eric watched Sharon walk away. She was wearing sandals with enough heel to make her calves look great.

Eric thought to himself, "I'd hit that." Divorced for several years now, Eric was enjoying a renaissance of dating and sexual successes. He knew his limitations- he was no George Clooney or Brad Pitt- but he also knew his strengths and was unafraid to use them. Eric worked out regularly and the lifting had added inches and definition to his chest and arms. A skilled electrician, Eric made good money and could pretty much dictate when and how much he worked.

Over the last several years Eric learned that his interactions with the fairer sex were a lot smoother when he watched what they did rather than listened to what they said. Watching Sharon had Eric thinking that she was a slutty bitch who would be a lot happier with a dominant man instead of the soyboy she was married to. Eric wasn't looking to replace Sharon's husband. But the idea of having Sharon as a fuckbuddy was appealing. Knowing that she was down for extra-marital activities made her a mark.

The Lady Hawks had an 9AM opener the following weekend at the Cooke Complex about 30 minutes away from home. Cooke was a new complex with nine fields. Kissing his daughter on her forehead, Eric said, "You go get ready for warmups- I'll be up after I get unloaded."

"Daddy, why don't you just say that you want to have a cigarette?"

"You're too damned smart for your own good. Get out of here, I'll be up to field four soon."

"That's field five, Daddy."

"Who said I wanted to watch your game, Ash?" She smiled, slung the bat bag over her shoulder, and moved on.

With cooler in hand, Eric walked towards the ballfield. There were several booths set up hawking refreshments, souvenirs and such. One booth was selling bats and gloves, and that's where Eric found Sharon and Ken Ellis.

"Honey, we just got her that Xeno bat two months ago, it's not even fully broken in yet," Ken told his wife.

Hands on her hips, Sharon lifted her sunglasses up on top her head so she could go eye-to-eye with her husband. "That bat just isn't getting it done for her. This guy says that the Easton Ghost is a double barrel bat. That's got to help her!"

Eric smiled and thought to himself, "If Cindy would learn to lay off the rise ball at her eyes, THAT's what would really help her." He observed Ken melting under the onslaught of Sharon. "Ken, don't be damned cheap, just get her the bat so she can use it in the game, will you PLEASE!"

Ken took a step back and a deep breath. Not willing to tolerate such insolence from her husband, Sharon loudly said, "WILL YOU PAY HIM ALREADY!" She watched as Ken reached for his wallet, satisfied that she'd won again, and then turned away. She saw Eric and another dad Sean standing next to each other. She slipped her sunglasses back down on her head, smiled at the men, and headed to the bleachers.

Sean whispered to Eric, "Poor bastard,". Eric nodded, and turned to watch Sharon's round ass filling out a pair of shorts.

"Hey guys," Ken mumbled as he passed Eric and Sean.

A couple of seconds later Eric leaned towards Sean and said, "The man's beat down. I don't know how he puts up with her- I sure as hell wouldn't.

"I hear you- if my wife was banging my girl's coach I'd have to do something." Eric looked puzzled. "Oh, you didn't know. The reason Cindy left the Titans and came to the Lady Hawks was that Sharon was fucking Coach Tony. Tony's wife found out and her and Sharon got into it. Tony made 'em leave to save himself a bunch of alimony."

"No shit?" Eric asked

"And fucking Ken just lets himself get cucked." Sean shook his head. "I couldn't let myself be disrespected like that."

While Eric responded with an "Uh huh," he knew that it was only a matter of time before he'd be with Sharon. Leaving Sean with a "See you," Eric headed towards the bleachers.

Settling in a row behind Sharon and slightly off to her right, Eric listened as Sharon continued to berate Ken. "So are you going to keep the bat for yourself or are you going to give it to Cindy?"

"But she's playing third base..." Ken replied.

"Ken, just stay over by the dugout until she comes in from the field then you can give it to her." Sharon turned away from Ken dismissively and pulled out her cell phone.

Eric looked over at Sharon, who caught his glance and smiled. "Got my girl a new bat. She'll be hittin' it today!"

As there was no one else nearby, and Ken was now over by the dugout, Eric decided to kick it up a notch. "You know what I think about bats, Miss Sharon?" Eric grinned at her.

She tossed her hair back and turned slightly towards Eric. "What's that?" Sharon's top was slightly unbuttoned and she was showing a lot of cleavage as was the norm for her.

Eric scooted close to Sharon so he was just behind her right shoulder, his left knee in the center of her back. "They're all long, straight and hard, but what really matters is how you use them."

Sharon laughed, put her glasses up on the top of her head and smiled back at Eric. "You may have a point there," she replied.

"Actually, I don't have one now, but I've been known to get one when the time is right," Eric leered at Sharon, knowing that her inner slut loved this sort of thing. Years ago Eric would never have said anything like this, but now he had a sense for when to go for it.

Sharon used both hands to pull her hair back, exposing her neck. "Is that so?"

The Lady Hawks were running in from taking infield practice and the umpires were making their way to home plate to start the game. Eric knew Ken would be back soon, and also knew that anticipation and wonder were honey to certain women. "Damned straight. I'd love to discuss this more, but I've got a ballgame to watch." Eric scooted back by his cooler on the bleachers.

A few seconds later Ken arrived back at Sharon's side. "Hey Eric, how's things?" Ken asked with an upbeat tone.

"Good, Ken." The Lady Hawks won the toss and chose to hit first in what was a 50-minute drop-dead pool game. "I was just telling your wife how I'm hoping we'd hit it hard and deep today."

Sharon's eyes bulged, and she gasped slightly. Eric continued, "Good pitching and defense will keep you in games, but unless you score you probably won't have a satisfying game." Ken was of course oblivious to this, but Sharon's reaction told Eric all he needed to know. Her smile was somewhere between amused and flirtatious, but closer to the latter.

Eric let things stew for an inning. Sharon kept looking back at Eric, obviously interested in his flirtations and boldness. At the bottom of the second, Eric asked, "Hey Miss Sharon, I may have to work late on Wednesday. If I can't make it on time could you pick up Ashley for me? I don't want her to miss practice."

"Sure thing," Sharon smiled.

"OK, thanks," Eric replied. He poked at his phone for a minute, and said, "Do me a favor and gimme your number so I can call you if I need to." Eric created a contact named "Hot MILF." He handed her his phone.

Sharon took Eric's phone, did a double take, and gave him another amused and flirtatious smile. "Now you know how to reach me if you need to," Sharon replied as she gave him the phone back. Eric was pleased that she was playing along so well.

At the top of the fourth Eric decided to raise the ante. He texted Sharon.

E- Thanks for your number.

Sharon pulled her IPhone 8 out of the back pocket of her shorts.

S- Hot MILF, huh?

Eric smiled, knowing the game was on.

E- I call 'em as I see 'em.

S- Is that so?

E- Yep. It's 92 degrees, and you're definitely a MILF.

Ashley was up to bat. She walked. The next batter hit a pop up to third. That brought up Cindy. The opposing pitcher left a 2-1 pitch up, and Cindy pulled the pitch and hammered it out to the left field fence. As there were two outs, Ashley was going hard on the pitch, and came around to score. Cindy advanced to second on the throw home. 1-0 Lady Hawks.

"WAY TO GO CINDY!!!!" Sharon yelled. She looked at her husband and said, "See, I told you the bat was what she needed." She then looked back at Eric, who smiled and nodded.

E- Glad to see you excited about it going hard and deep

Sharon put her glasses back on top of her head. She turned and smiled at Eric.

S- You're terrible.

Eric smiled back at Sharon. He noticed she'd unbuttoned her light pink colored cotton top another button, showing more cleavage.

E- Actually, I've been told I'm pretty damned good.

S- Is that so?

E- One way to find out.

Once again Eric decided to let Sharon stew for a bit. The Lady Hawks were now up 3-0, and their opponents weren't showing much life. Eric got up to go check out the brackets to try and figure out what was going to be happening for the rest of the day.

It was a two pool game, double elimination tournament. The Lady Hawks played again at 11AM, and their first bracket game was at 2:30 PM. If they won at 2:30 PM, the Lady Hawks would play a fourth game at 6:30. If they lost, they'd be done for the day and come back Sunday morning to fight through the loser's bracket, probably playing back to back until they went home.

The Lady Hawks had a good day, in part due to their playing weak opponents. They won both their pool games, and put it on the Bad Cats 6-1 to win their first bracket game. It was 4:10, and now there was a long break before the last game of the day.

"Nice job out there, Ash!" Eric told his daughter after the third win of the day.

"Daddy, I'm going to go with Elena and her family to eat. Is it OK if I spend the night with them? I have my extra uniform and everything I need with me?"

"Why do I think you had this all planned out and didn't tell me until now?" Eric gave his daughter a look.

"Pleeeease Daddy?" Ashley knew what buttons to push.

"OK. Call your mom and tell her what's up."

"You're the best, Daddy!" Ashley gave Eric a kiss on the cheek. "The team is going to Subway for our meal. Can't wait to get out of the heat for a while."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...."

"Oh Daddy?"

"Is this the part where you hit me up for some money?" Ashley blushed, and Eric blessed her with a $20.

Another kiss, and she was off.

Not anxious to eat yet another burger from the concession stand, Eric packed his things and headed to his truck to head into town to get something to eat. While it was further away from the ballpark than some other choices, Eric drove to the Chik-Fil-A. Eric breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the air conditioned heaven of the restaurant.

Halfway through his meal Eric's phone buzzed. It was Sharon.

S- Where are you?

E- Why, did you miss me?

S- Maybe

E- You're a terrible liar

S- LOL

E- Don't worry, I'll be back soon.

S- CU

This is getting interesting, Eric thought to himself. After he polished off the remainder of his waffle fries Eric headed back to the field. Normally he would have stayed in the A/C for longer, but Sharon interested him.

As the last game was on field three, Eric parked on the grass along the outfield fence on the opposite side of the street from the park. No sense in risking a broken windshield if someone hit one deep. After Eric backed his truck into the shade between two maple trees, he looked up to see Sharon Ellis walking out his direction. Eric grabbed his large lemonade out of the center drink holder, and got out of this truck.

Sharon walked up on him. "You could have told me you were going to Chik-Fil-A"

"You didn't ask. Figured you and Ken would go eat somewhere."

"I sent him out on a food run." Sharon reached for Eric's drink and took it from him. She pulled her sunglasses up on top of her head and looked into Eric's eyes. She made more of a show than was necessary while she sucked on the straw, maintaining eye contact while she pursed her lips. Her red lip gloss left a ring on the top of the straw as she handed the drink back to Eric. "Whoops", she giggled.

"That's OK, I was done any way." Eric patted his pocket and grimaced. He remembered he'd left his pack in his truck. As he unlocked the door to his truck the wind picked up. "So Ken's not here?"

Sharon swept her hair back behind her ears. "Going to Panera. Cindy's at Subway with the team."

Eric grinned at the married woman. Her blouse was still unbuttoned enough to show the tops of her ample breasts. The light pink cotton top fluttered in the breeze. Eric eyeballed Sharon, drinking her in visually. Sharon had on some tan cotton shorts with an elastic waistband that weren't quite Daisy Dukes but were short enough to show off her legs. Eric thought to himself, "5'5", maybe 5'6", 140" He liked women with some meat on their bones.

Eric said, "So I guess it's just you and me for the moment." Eric opened the door and grabbed the Marlboros and his lighter. He leaned down into the open door of his F150 so he could light his smoke in the breeze. "Nice of you to come and greet me." He leered at Sharon and took a drag.

Sharon sputtered. "I didn't come to greet you; I was just taking a walk."

Eric thought to himself, "Anti-Slut Defense. Break it down." He held his pack out to Sharon, who quickly took one from him.

Eric held her eyes with his for a moment, and Sharon looked away. "That's funny, I thought you were excited to see me."

Sharon fidgeted some. "What makes you think I'd be excited to see you?" Sharon responded, putting a hand on her hip.

Eric thought, "She wants to, but is still nervous. Time to raise the stakes." Eric held up his lighter and motioned to Sharon. "C'mere and get out of the wind." Sharon stepped around the door towards Eric, now shielded from view from the field. Eric lit her smoke for her, and Sharon took a half step back, but didn't go back around the door. "Bingo!" Eric thought to himself.

Eric stepped closer to the married woman, entering her personal space with confidence. "You sure you weren't excited to see me?" He looked into her green eyes and she didn't look away.

Regaining her composure, Sharon took a pull and said, "Not really," not breaking eye contact.

Eric said, "Is that so?" and reached out with his right hand and tugged at the elastic waistband of her shorts, pulling her closer to him. As there was no resistance to this escalation, Eric took things further. He put his hand down her shorts, maneuvered inside her panties, and caressed her pussy. His middle finger quickly found her slit. "Then how come you're wet, Miss Sharon?"

As this wasn't Sharon's first time cheating at the ballpark, all resistance was quickly replaced by animal lust. She reached for Eric's crotch. Eric slid his finger inside her with ease, and Sharon opened her stance to give him better access.

Before things could go any further a car pulled up in front of Eric's truck looking to park. Eric removed his hand from Sharon's shorts and stepped back. He closed the truck door, and he and Sharon walked towards the outfield fence. They had to stop while the car finished parking, and looked at each other with serious heat.

Eric leaned up on the fence. Sharon stood next to him, but not too close. Appearances had to be kept up. Taking a drag and looking straight ahead, Sharon said, "So where is this going?"

Eric took one more pull on his Marlboro and dropped it, stubbing it out with his boot. He looked off to his left and saw the silver minivan taking the turn towards the back lot. "I'm not sure yet, but when I decide I'll let you know. Ken's back." Eric stepped around Sharon toward the ballfields.

As the late game started Eric once again sat a few rows behind Sharon and Ken on the bleachers. As the Lady Hawks and the Red Hots game reached the middle of the first, Eric decided to turn the heat up.

E- So was that a landing patch I detected earlier?

S- Yes indeed. I just got waxed.

E- Glad to hear that you take care of your pussy

Ken glanced over at Sharon while she was texting, unaware that his wife was flirting with the man sitting eight feet away from him. Noticing his attention, Sharon said, "Do you mind?"

Ever the beta boy, Ken said, "Sorry," and kept his eyes forward on the game. Sharon turned back towards Eric and smiled for a moment.

S- Are you going to take care of my pussy, Eric?

Eric grinned to himself. Ashley was up to bat. Eric stood up and yelled, "Hit it hard and deep, baby!"

Sharon stood up too, and shouted, "Yeah baby, hit it hard and deep!" The Red Hots pitcher obliged, throwing a fatty that Ashley hammered into the right center gap for a double.

With the Lady Hawks up 2-1 at the end of the third, Eric noticed Sharon and Ken talking to each other.

"Jason's party starts at 7:30 over in Maple Terrace," Ken said.

"I know that. But I don't want to miss the end of the game," Sharon retorted.

"But how are you going to get home? It's going to take at least 90 minutes to get back here from Andrew's house."

Eric thought it was nice of Ken to think about his wife- but I have a solution since I don't have to worry about Ashley. Eric interrupted before Sharon could reply. "Hey Miss Sharon! If you need a ride I can give it to you."