Soccer Club Affair

Corporate family days are created by truly evil people, I think to myself as I look around at the several men forced to bring their child to work. It was hell having to work in this place yourself but then subjecting your child to it. In some ways I was lucky that my wife did not care for my career or have any real interest in my work. We had been married 20 years and had 5 children. The youngest was 5 years old and the oldest 19. After 20 years of marriage I was growing tired of sex with my wife. It was never the same and if I was not a horny dog even at this ripe age our 5th child would not have been born. After watching my wife give birth for the fifth time I was more interested in porn and erotica for sexual relief as I could not stomach the idea of having to fuck my unattractive wife.

"Do you know Adi Mehta?" A soft and sweet voice spoke from behind me.

I turned around to see this light skinned beauty clutching the hand of a young boy. It was wrong of me to place emphasis on her skin tone but I was always attracted to lighter skin toned women. My wife was darker toned and I always wondered what it would be like to be with a light skinned woman. They just had an enchanting nature about them. She looked to be no more than mid to late twenties and I only guessed that because the boy looked at least 6. She could pass for someone in her early twenties. She had a cute smile, subtle red lipstick, she had these beautiful light brown eyes, her hair had a natural volume and she wore a delightful red color desi kurta. She was at least 5'6" and I was always attracted to long legged girls. For a brief moment, I was mesmerized.

"Sir?" She asked as I must have been staring for too long.

"Sorry. I was just thinking who it could be. Aditya Mehta? Data Analysis?" I asked.

"Yes. Sorry, the family call him Adi at home. Adi forgot to bring our son and he was so excited about seeing his dad at work." She said. I wondered if it was a mistake or if he did not find the idea of babysitting a kid for an 8 hour work day appealing.

"I will get him for you. By the way, I am Ishaan Joshi." I said introducing myself.

"Anika...uhm...Mehta," she said as she felt the need to give me her full name. She awkwardly held my hand to shake it following our introduction. I slid my hand against her palm and caressed it gently. She gave surprised smile at this but she did not complain.

I kneeled down to shake the hand of the child and asked, "So what is your name, big man?"

This little interaction made her smile and I was pleased at this as I was not as flexible as I used to be and even kneeling was tricky at my age.

I called down Aditya but I could not help but linger and watch their interaction. There was a coldness I felt was evident between them. She had a natural warmth and affectionate nature and I could see this as she fixed her child's clothes and kissed him on his cheek. There was no such affection between husband and wife. Aditya was cold and walked away without a proper goodbye. My mind began to form ideas around their marriage and I found this Anika intriguing.

We were in different departments but the little I knew about Aditya was that he was an arrogant man and he worked at all hours of the day. He was the archetypal workaholic. He was only 30 and wanted to prove himself and I was at a different stage of my life.

As the next few days went on, I began to pay more attention to Aditya and even strike up some conversations with him. Once as we sat in a group in the cafeteria I mentioned that I was thinking of clubs for my son to join. He mentioned that his wife had joined their son to a soccer club on weekends and a light bulb went off in my head.

I had a search and there were three clubs running in the city. They lived on the other side of the city and this narrowed it down to 2. It seems like it would be a trial and error weekend. We went to the first soccer club and my son enjoyed playing around but there was no sign of Anika. I thanked the coach for his time and said we would check our availability before signing up.

The following weekend we went to the other club. The boys had gathered and still no sign of Anika. At least my son was enjoying his weekends.

Then a SUV pulls up to the parking lot and I see her once more. She takes my breath away as she seems to be moving in slow motion in my head. Another desi kurta over jeans this time. Very chic, I thought to myself. But her face was so beautiful and perfect. Her body was lean. Women often let themselves go once giving birth, well, my wife did in any event. Her breasts looked to be at least a D cup. She was ripened and ready to impregnate.

I quickly turned back to the field before she caught me staring once more. She was distracted with her son and was rushing to get to the field as she was late. I felt an elation at finally finding her and I was relieved that Aditya was not there. It was a calculated risk as he did not seem the type to take an interest in his child's hobbies but I already had my explanations prepared if he happened to turn up.

She stood at the side as her son ran on to the field in that joyous way children do. She was breathing heavily from the exertions of rushing to the field. I liked watching her chest heave as her breasts jiggled. I returned to face the field but kept an eye on her from the corner of my eyes.

I noticed her glance at me and then do a double take as she recognized me. I waved at my son at this point to present her with an idea of why I was here. Her son then waved at me as well as he seemed to remember me from his day at work and I waved at him back. At this stage, I made it a point to look around the field and then our eyes landed on each other. She was now sat on some benches away from the other parents. She had a subtle smile as my eyes rested on her and this caused a sense of optimism within me. I walked over to her as she seemed to be too shy to approach me.

"Anika...uhm...Mehta?" I said as I approached her, mimicking her initial introduction.

"Ishaan...uhm...Joshi?" She said in a giggly voice but I made it a point to notice that she remembered my name. It was a brief encounter a few weeks ago but she remembered me. That was the important part.

"Do you mind if I take this seat? I don't know any of the other parents here," I asked.

She nodded her head and I took a seat.

"Is Aditya not here? Men usually do the sports activities for kids," I asked. It was only polite to ask about Aditya and it was a way to make a subtle point.

She just remained silent. She did not offer an excuse. This lack of an answer was more telling about the distance in their relationship.

I made small talk and asked about how long she had been coming. It had been a few months and she began to tell me about the kids in the group and their parents. She seemed to be quite involved and I needed any excuse to get talking to her.

As we were sat side by side my hand would brush against her leg from time to time but she did not seem to mind. She had toned and nicely shaped legs. I noticed her feet in the sandals and her toes had been painted red and matched her nails. She still managed to remain stylish despite being a busy mom and it just made me think about how much my wife had let herself go.

I kept any contact brief so that she would just think it was innocuous. She shuffled once when my finger lingered on her thigh but I acted in a subtle manner when removing it.

I pried her away to get a coffee while we waited for the kids to finish their session. The conversation was all just surface level but I liked watching her laugh and giggle. It made me feel warm inside.

"You have a cute laugh," I commented.

She all of a sudden stopped and had a serious face.

"You shouldn't say things like that to me," she replied.

I felt like a fool for pushing my luck and apologized for any offence I had caused. She accepted the apology and we went back to talking normally like nothing had happened. She was trying to set boundaries and I would have to be more cunning in breaching them.

We had not realized the time and had to rush back to make it in time for the end of the session. We made it just in time and the kids were huddled together as the coach gave some final words. Before the kids arrived, I asked for her number. I worded the request carefully and said it would be used for any issues relating to the soccer club.

We parted soon afterwards but I noticed a glance back at me before she got into her SUV. She was intrigued.

***

Anika

It had been a difficult 12 months for me as my marriage was on the rocks as Adi seemed more and more obsessed with work.

Our son was born 5 years ago. It was early in our marriage when I became pregnant but then we moved to America for Adi's job. I noticed Adi slowly change over the last 4 years.

We wanted a second child which we felt would bring balance to our family and we had been planning this for 3 years but I had not become pregnant. I was the woman, so I was blamed by my mother in law for failing to bear another child. But in truth Adi could not find the energy for sex when he was always working and when we did have sex he was often done within a few thrusts. Sometimes he was not even fully inside of me.

Today was a Saturday but he had to return to work and I never really saw him anymore. I felt a distance between us and it seemed to be growing.

I had to work hard in America to find friends and socialize but I had very few. A few moms that I met through the school and clubs for my son but I had never quite fit in with them.

Ishaan was strange. It seemed like some twist of fate that his son would join our soccer club of all soccer clubs but at least he was friendly and easy to talk to.

I did not really think about him for the rest of the week as I worked on my home life. My son kept me busy with his clubs and school. The life of a housewife was busier than most people could imagine. I was always rushing around and there was never enough time in the day.

I rarely saw Adi as he would leave early for the office and arrive back late in the evening. We managed to have sex in the middle of the week but it lasted less than a minute. I was just grateful he managed to ejaculate inside this time and I hoped it would lead to some good news.

It was 9 in the evening on Friday and Adi was still not back from work. He messaged to say he would be there most of the night. I had put my son to sleep and settled down to watch TV to pass the few hours until Adi arrived.

My phone then began to ring and it was Ishaan. I did not think much of it and answered it. He had some questions about the session tomorrow and wanted to know if I would be coming. We talked for a while and I could just talk to him for hours. He had a wealth of knowledge on all kinds of matters. I only delved on superficial matters and never really divulged anything personal. I told him about all of the gossip from the club. It had gone past 11 and Adi was still not home. I had been talking for some time and I told Ishaan I would be going to bed.

"Tell Aditya I am sorry if I kept you up," he remarked. I don't think I would ever tell Adi about talking to Ishaan. It seemed unnecessary and the last thing I needed was unnecessary things to cause further distance with Adi.

"He is not home yet," I reply without really thinking and instantly regretting it. I had my boundaries with Ishaan and I could not discuss my marriage with another man or in fact any stranger.

"Is he out with the boys?" Ishaan asked in this joking manner.

"No. He said he was still working," I replied as I tried to defend Adi but again divulging more without really thinking.

I didn't like where the conversation was going and said I needed to go. It just felt wrong telling Ishaan I was all alone and talking to him. I did not want any confusion. My marriage was in a bad place as it was.

Ishaan was already there when I arrived. His son was cute and I could see the resemblance with his father.

Ishaan invited me for a coffee and I found it hard to refuse. We talked for a while and he made it easy to talk. He was able to relate to my background from India and this made our conversations easier.

"Do you want me to talk to Aditya about his work hours? He should not be leaving you alone at home in the evenings," Ishaan said and despite my agreement with what he said I could not let this conversation go to anything personal. I had to strongly defend the boundaries I had created.

"Ishaan, I don't want us to talk about these personal matters. These conversations do not concern our personal lives," I replied sternly.

He apologized and said he just wanted to look out for me.

His words stayed with me as the week progressed and I thought I should ask Adi to stay at home more. One morning I asked him to spend more time at home and his reaction shocked me. He flew into a rage and said he worked to provide for me. He ranted that I was being selfish by asking him to be at home more.

It was late in the Friday evening but there had been no call from Ishaan. Was I disappointed?

It was late at approximately 10.30pm when the call finally arrived. I answered it within two rings. Why was I so eager?

We talked as we often did on a Friday night. Just about the politics of the club. The bratty kids, rude parents etc. It was getting late but instead of cutting off the phone I took it to bed with me.

I was laying in my bed as we spoke. There was a strange sensation in my body as I heard a man's voice while being in bed. I didn't want to acknowledge this and convinced myself these were purely platonic feelings.

"Where is your wife at this time?" I asked curiously. He had told me about his 5 children and I always assumed they had a healthy physical relationship.

"We sleep in separate rooms. Our marriage is just in name only for the sake of the children," he replied as he was forthcoming. In some ways I felt something familiar. My husband did not seem to be interested in me sexually as we only had sex after days of begging. I was desperate to become pregnant but Adi did not seem to be helping.

"Oh," I replied as I thought about Ishaan's marital relations.

He did not let me dwell on these thoughts as he began talking about the coffee he would order tomorrow. In some ways, I sensed he was rescuing me and helping to maintain the boundaries that I had built.

That night as I tried to sleep my mind was plagued with thoughts of Ishaan. He was becoming a close friend. It was wrong and I needed to maintain the boundaries that I had established with him.

***

Ishaan

It was hard to explain why there was a sexual energy between us in our late night conversations. The conversation rarely veered away from the boundaries Anika had set but last night I had felt a breakthrough. She wanted to know about my personal life and I immediately gave her the image of a sexually frustrated man.

At the soccer club she was early this time and she looked serene once more. She had a very chic style. She did her own thing as she mixed desi clothes and western clothes. She had a confidence with her desi style and she was not ashamed to wear her desi clothes. It was the middle of summer so she usually wore open-toe sandals. They always had a heel of a few inches. I liked watching her feet. I was never a feet guy but she could make a man crazy with kinks. The heels gave her a confident posture and there was a pop from her ass as she walked. She wore a sky blue color desi kurta and she had leggings on underneath it. I tried not to stare but she made it so hard. I did wonder what she wore underneath and my mind always pictured her in thongs and slutty bras as I pictured her in just her high heels and underwear.

She joined me once the kids were settled with the coach and asked if we could go for a coffee. As we walked away, I made my play. I suggested we go to another coffee place as they served a particular coffee I was fond of.

She liked our familiar routine as our usual coffee place was across the street but the new one would mean travelling.

"It will only be a couple of minutes in the car. I will even drive. Taste the coffee and trust me you will not regret it."

It was a ploy to get her alone in the car with me. I had never been to this new coffee place but I picked one with good reviews and that was far enough that we would need our cars. She reluctantly agreed.

As we drove to the coffee place I noticed her glance at me a few times. There was something building between us. I needed these signs of encouragement as it was becoming difficult for me to control my lust for her.

We were arriving at the coffee place when she asked, "how long have you been sleeping in separate rooms from your wife?"

My seeds had been planted in her head and she had been thinking of my sex life or lack of.

"It was shortly after the birth of our son. My wife is just not interested in that part of our relationship," I replied but in truth it was me that could not stomach sleeping with my wife. I watched her contemplate something as she seemed in deep thought.

"Sometimes it feels like Adi would like the same arrangement." She had a tearful look and that boundary she had created was well and truly crossed.

I caressed her face as her tears began to drop and then I pulled her into a hug. My hand rubbed her back as I felt her body next to mine. I had sneakily groped her breasts but it was very subtle and innocuous. They felt full and ripe.

She nestled into my arms for a few minutes. I whispered into her ear, "Adi is foolish. You are the most beautiful woman in the world and that is no word of a lie."

She pulled away from our hug shortly afterwards and said, "You should not say those things to me."

There was a heavy atmosphere in the car between us and it was the moment for a calculated risk.

"It is the truth," I replied and then I leaned in for a kiss. She moved back slightly out of shock but then she leaned in instinctively as I got close to her. Our lips melt and it felt like there was an electricity between us. I caressed her face as our lips enveloped each other. Our saliva mixing as the intimacy built between us.

My hand caressing her neck and face and my other hand caressing her hip. She ran her fingers through my balding hair. It was tough for me not to molest her tits but I had to keep this sensual and build these feelings within her. The weight of infidelity was heavy for her and she would not be easily convinced but I was slowly breaking her down.

She began to kiss me with her tongue and our kissing took on a new intensity as my tongue met hers and swirled around her tongue around mine. She found it hard to control herself and this was my opportunity grope her as I began to squeeze her breasts. Her eyes were closed but they would flicker. She was feeling the intensity of arousal as I pulled the cups of her bra down and began to grope her breasts through her kurta.

The more our kiss intensified the more I felt like pushing the boundaries. I began to squeeze the inside of her thigh with one hand and I could feel heat from her cunt. She was a hungry bitch in heat and it was obvious that Aditya was not satisfying her.

My hand snaked up her thigh and I felt the moistness of her cunt on her leggings. She all of sudden began pushing me away and broke off the kiss. We were both breathing heavily as we caught our breath. The weight of infidelity was great on her and in many ways it would not be worth pursuing if it was not.

The car had become steamed up from our heavy breathing and we seemed like a couple of horny teenagers making out in parking lots.

"We should really try this coffee," she finally said as we got up and went to the coffee shop.

The coffee was good to my relief and we sat and talked about normal things but there was an undercurrent between us. In an equal world she would not have looked at me twice. I tried to stay in shape but it was difficult at my age and I had a belly that I could not get rid of. I was balding and much older than her but I was giving her an emotional outlet that she much needed.