I've been writing for a long time and I have published many works. This is my first story for Literotica; and what better category than Loving Wives?
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Timothy Leadbeater (known as Timmy to everyone) blew on his whistle. "Batter up!" He shouted to his softball team. He was coach and umpire to a bunch of eight year olds. He was also an English Lit teacher. The reason he also coached softball after school was because the school hadn't offered it as one of their extra-curricular games. This was just a trial run to see if they could rustle up a good team and Timmy had been instated as coach in the meantime because he'd been a baseball champ at high school.
Timmy was a man in his very early forties with plain brown hair that curled around his face and brown eyes that matched the hair. He'd worn glasses since the third grade and under his wife's advice had recently swapped them for contact lenses. She said they made him handsomer and it made him smile when she said that. He knew he wasn't handsome—he'd always been average. Average height, average weight, average looks, average income, average lifestyle, average home, average everything. So it was nice to hear that his wife thought he was handsome.
Timmy smiled as he thought about his wife Denise. Now she was definitely beautiful. She was a knockout and had always been. She was the only thing in his life that wasn't average. And the best part was that she had eyes only for him. All that dark red hair down to her pert, round ass was for him. Those dark bottle-green eyes were all for him. Those perfect round perky tits with delicious nipples were all for him. Those long perfect legs and smooth thighs were all for him. That gorgeous face only lit up for him. He and Denise had been married for five amazing years and their relationship was just getting better every day. They were talking about trying for their first child soon.
How did I get so damn lucky? Timmy wondered with a smile. He looked up at the bleachers where a motley crew of parents and kids were assembled to watch the practice game. There was Denise. She always tried to make it to his games whenever she could. Even in her baggy T-shirt, jeans and high-tops she still looked like Botticelli's Venus. There was a giant cooler beside her. Timmy knew it was filled with fruits and sandwiches and snacks and juice packs for the kids—and beer for the grownups. Whenever Denise made it to the games she always brought refreshments for everyone for after the game. Timmy loved that about his wife. She was so down-to-earth. She was so beautiful but she wasn't all prissy. She was just like one of the guys.
Denise grinned at him when he caught her eye. She waved, cupped her hands to her lips and cheered for him. "C'mon, honey!" She blew him a kiss.
Timmy pretended to catch the kiss and put it in his pocket for later. He turned back to the kids. "Batter up, you guys. This afternoon you get to pick your own teams."
There were twelve kids altogether and with both girls and boys mixed so it was a really informal arrangement. Timmy listened to them squabble as they arranged themselves into two teams of six and then argue about who got to bat first.
There was lots of name-calling and tongue-sticking but they finally decided. Pete, one of the kids, ran to home plate and the game started.
Timmy had a specific approach to his coaching and umpiring. During practice, he coached and during the games he umpired. He liked it that way, and so was supervising the match without intervening too much in the game-play. The cheers from the spectators made it much more fun.
Timmy noticed that one of the kids played the best. All of them were alright, but he had seen right from the start that Thorne Caliban was a star. The boy was great. He had incredible hand-eye coordination, could swing a bat like his arm was a piston, could throw a fast or slow one that could knock even the best batter off their game. Kid ran like a cheetah too.
But even more than all that the kid had a seriously calm aura about him. And he had this way of looking at an opponent player with a cold and steady I'm-gonna-whoop-your-ass-and-enjoy-it sort of look that was strange on the face of an adorable eight year old.
Timmy knew that the kid got it from his father. Stone Caliban, from all Timmy could see, was a mean motherfucker. Timmy had seen Stone Caliban many times when he'd come to attend the games but they had never spoken. Which was fine with Timmy, because the guy seemed like a real asshole. Like he thought he was God's gift to humanity as a whole.
Despite hating Stone, Timmy appreciated that Stone's son Thorne was an all-star player and a great kid. From what Thorne said Timmy knew that Stone was a single father raising him alone. Thorne seemed to really love it—always doing cool things with his cool dad just the two of them without anyone cramping their style.
Timmy was watching and umpiring the game with all his attention for a while. When he looked up to give Denise a wink he noticed that she wasn't in the seat she had been in before. Had he made a mistake? The giant cooler was still there but the space where his beautiful wife had been was empty.
Timmy looked around for her all over the bleachers. He finally saw her. She was standing at the end of a row of chairs in the aisle and talking to someone. He looked to see who she was talking to.
It was a man and he was all too familiar. Much taller than average. Mid/late thirties. Jet black hair, ice-blue eyes. Sculpted face. Tanned. A fucking gym rat from all the biceps and washboard abs he was sporting. Timmy scowled. It was Stone Caliban of course. The guy obviously thought he was all that. Dressed in all black. Black jeans, a black fitted shirt to show of all his fucking hours at the gym and a black bomber jacket.
He was grinning at Denise, flashing a set of white, perfect teeth. Timmy scowled. What the hell? Stone never talked to anyone—he thought himself too good—but now he was flashing teeth at Denise? A part of Timmy wanted to march up there and ask the asshole what he was doing grinning at his wife. The other part knew that he shouldn't. He was the umpire for the ongoing game for one thing...and for another thing, well the dude was fucking huge. One punch from him would probably put a guy in the emergency room.
Timmy looked on uncomfortably as Stone smiled. He looked at Denise to see how she was taking it. Denise didn't seem to be enjoying the attention. She had her hands at her hips and she wasn't smiling back.
Timmy watched him say something to her. She replied, keeping a straight face. He laughed at whatever her reply had been. She cracked a smile and then walked away without looking back. She didn't seem affected by him at all.
Denise returned to her seat, and then glanced Timmy's way. She grinned at him. It was her big warm smile. Timmy grinned back. He was so proud of her. She laughed at his grin and blew him a big kiss for all the world to see. He blew her one back and returned to being umpire.
Thorne's team won, of course. But Timmy gave them all props for participation. All the spectators then joined them on the field to have the snacks Denise had brought.
Denise came to him at once and threw him a beer from the cooler. Timmy caught it. She laughed and walked over to him. She gave him a big, smacking kiss on the lips. "You did awesome, honey, as you always do. You're just as great a softball coach as you are a teacher. And you're a stellar guy. You inspire these kids."
Timmy laughed self-consciously. "Stop it or you'll make me start blushing in front of my team. They wouldn't fear me then."
"Ha! As if anyone would be afraid of you!"
It was said in a jokey way but Timmy found that it didn't sit right with him. "What? You don't think they respect me?"
Denise then realized that she may have upset him. "That's not what I meant baby. They respect you but they don't fear you. They're two different things and respect is better, right? I mean I'd want people to respect me not fear me."
Timmy smiled, relaxed again. He cracked his beer can open. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'm sorry I went a little crazy just then. Don't know why." He glanced over at Stone Caliban. He was seemingly congratulating his son on the win. Father and son were laughing and fist-bumping each other.
He turned back to Denise. "So, uh, what did Caliban over there want?"
"What?"
"Stone Caliban. I saw him talking to you earlier."
Denise smiled. "Oh, just this and that. Why?"
"Nothing." Timmy took a refreshing gulp of beer. "Just that I've never seen him talk to any other person here before."
"He was just saying hi."
"Oh okay. I was just asking because you seemed pissed off. He say anything inappropriate?"
"No." Denise took a gulp of her own beer.
"Ah. Okay. He ever say hi to you before?" Timmy tried to make the question seem casual so she wouldn't get pissed off.
"No, we just met. He introduced himself that's all." She gave him a suspicious look. "Hell, Timmy," she whispered, sounding annoyed. "Don't tell me you're pissed off because some guy said hi to me at a kids softball game!"
Timmy shook his head quickly. When she put it like that, she made him out to be some irrational, jealous maniac. "No of course not," he replied defensively. "I just thought it was a little strange, that's all."
Denise didn't answer. She still looked slightly pissed.
Timmy smiled and held her hand. "I'm sorry baby, it's just...you're hot."
She burst out laughing. "And you're a dolt." She put her arms round him and kissed him. "But you're my dolt and I love you." She pulled back and winked. "So since the game's over, how about me and my dolt go home and open a glass of wine? Hm?"
"That sounds so perfect, baby."
They drove home together shortly after that, to their pretty but modest two-bedroom. They had plans to turn the spare bedroom into a nursery once they got started on the kid thing. Denise wanted to wait a few months longer until things cooled down at the travel agency where she worked. Business slowed down in January because Christmas was over and summer was a long way off.
In the meantime, Denise and Timmy sometimes talked about childrens names or how to design the nursery. She wanted yellow walls with white furnishings so it would be great for both boys and girls but there were still a few months to January so that night she made him wear a condom as they fucked. It was a great fuck as usual and they went to sleep straight after.
Their lives went on as usual for the next few weeks. Denise sometimes made it to his games, and watched cheering on from the bleachers. Timmy continued to be a hardworking teacher and coach, devoting all his time and lifeblood to his team and his students who loved his mildness and were inspired by his knowledge. Although teaching was an average and sometimes boring job, Timmy loved it. It gave him purpose and he enjoyed enlightening the young. He loved coaching just as much as teaching and his efforts paid off when more kids signed up for the softball team.
Timmy had always been called a good guy and he was.
Timmy always liked it when Denise came to the games, but he found that after the day she had first spoken to Stone Caliban he began showing up to the games a lot more often than he had before. In fact Timmy could swear that Stone now showed up for every game.
He'd sit coolly watching. His long legs crossed. His ice-blue eyes cool. A proud little smile on his face as he watched his chip-off-the-old-block decimate all the opposing teams.
Timmy wouldn't have cared one way or another that Stone was showing up to the games...if it weren't for the fact that he was always talking to Denise. He never talked to anyone else. Just Denise.
