The Coach Ch 06

The next morning, Bryan met with Kristen, her mom and aunt for brunch. Everyone was in a good mood and just happy to all be together again. They spent the day visiting points of interest in the city -- an outdoor market, an art museum, and a botanical garden. Bryan would have been bored out of his mind if Kristen had not been there. His hand itched to hold hers and walk together as one.

After dinner, it was time to head home, so Bryan and Kristen took their leave. The drive was pleasurable. They did hold hands in companionable silence, constantly glancing and smiling at each other. He didn't want to say anything and break the spell.

As they got close to home, she sighed heavily. "I hate for this weekend to end."

"Did you have a good time with your mom?"

"Yes, but you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"When does the boy get back."

"He should be home by now."

"Shit."

"Yes. Exactly what I was thinking."

"Do you want to go to my house tonight instead?"

"I can't do that, Bryan. This is all very complicated and fucked up. I have to try and explain last night to Tommy and that might not go well."

"You can always come to me. I love you, and as I said, I don't mind sharing you with the boy."

"I know. I love you, too. Unfortunately, love doesn't conquer all. This isn't about sharing just with Tommy, and you know it. It feels doomed to me."

Well, that was not what he wanted to here.

"What are you going to do, baby?"

She looked at him sideways. "I don't know. I don't think I was meant to be monogamous."

"I didn't think I was until I met you."

"Shit. Don't make me feel bad for becoming such a slut."

"I'm not judging you. I understand your confusion, but before you have to go, I just want to say one thing again. Coach is not good for you. Even if he meant well, it won't turn out that way."

"Yes, Tommy hates you, you hate Coach and a coach is just a smug asshole. I know that you're right. I get it."

"Do you? Really?"

"Yes, Bryan. I know what each of you are, but that doesn't make it any easier. It's complicated. Apparently, I'm a complicated slut."

"I'm the one who truly loves you," he said as he pulled up to her house.

"Yes, I know, baby," she said, looking at him with sorrowful eyes. "But you don't come baggage-free, do you?"

From an upstairs window, Tommy watched Kristen exit the car, take her bag, kiss Bryan on the lips like lovers parting and walk toward the house. Fucking hell, he thought. She did exactly what I asked her not to do.

As she entered their home, he came slowly down the stairs, hoping that his glare was burning a hole in her. She gave him an exasperated look and tried to walk past him up the stairs. He blocked her path.

"Tommy. Stop."

"You spent the weekend with him?" It was an accusation, not a question.

"I spent the weekend with mom. He was at a hotel."

"So you didn't bounce on his cock all weekend."

"Well ... part of it. Yes."

"Kristen, don't you care about what I want at all," he barked.

She looked right in his eyes without a hint of remorse. "I know exactly what you want. You want to watch me fuck other men. But here's the deal -- I pick who I sleep with. Not you."

"Well, yeah. I didn't mean ..."

"I know what you meant, Tommy. You just know that when I'm with Bryan I get carried away and forget to record it. So, you feel out in the cold."

That caught him off guard. Much of that was true. Maybe all of it. He didn't like Bryan. That was true, too. But he didn't like Kristen around Bryan, either.

"Well, yes. But you know I don't like him for very good reasons that go back years. He messed with a confused young woman. He took advantage of you," he responded defensively.

"Don't you think he cares more about me than your Coach ever did? Don't you think he loves me and worries about my welfare?"

"I don't know what he thinks except that he wants to take you away from me."

"He said he was willing to share me with you."

"I doubt that."

"Doubt all you like," she snapped and walked past him into their bedroom.

"Coach wants to see you," he shouted up after her.

"Why, so he can ignore me in person? Or maybe he wants to take a big stinking dump on my head in front of his friends."

"Baby, don't be like that." He could hear himself whining. "At least Coach plays by our rules."

"You're fooling yourself. He never has and he never will."

"OK, so he's not perfect, but you like how he makes you feel. You like what he can do to you."

"What are you doing, Tommy? Why are you pimping for Coach?"

"I thought you liked him. I thought you wanted him. You've been moping around the house for weeks cause he wouldn't pay attention to you. So, I set something up."

"YOU WHAT?" she screamed. "Did you BEG him to fuck me for you?"

"Not exactly," he said defensively. "It's his birthday today. He said he doesn't really celebrate it much, but I said he deserved a good present."

"So you offered me up on a platter?"

"Well, not like that. I just said you'd be happy to give him ... you know ... a present, and he said he'd like that."

"So what's your plan now?" she asked, voice register coming down as she looked at her phone. "I just show up at 10 p.m. for a booty call?"

"We show up."

"WE?" she shouted again.

"I'm not missing anything this time. You owe me ... you know ... after the weekend thing."

"Jesus Christ, Tommy. Is this what we've become?"

"I'm not ashamed, and I don't think you are," he said even more defensively than before. He realized that he meant it.

In the past few weeks he had found himself, or rather, who he was meant to be. He was not ashamed. The sexual thrill of watching his wife be used by Coach overcame every objection.

Kristen gave him a long angry look, then just spun on her heels and headed for the bathroom. Pretty soon, he heard the shower running.

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Just a little more than an hour later, Tommy knocked on the door of Coach's trailer. Kristen felt silly standing there on the concrete steps in her robe with a ridiculous set of lingerie underneath that Tommy bought her ages ago, although she was happy to see that it still mostly fit. Apparently, her boobs were the only part of her that had grown in a year. They were straining against the material.

She wore all red including stiletto pump heels and a flyaway babydoll with matching crotchless panties. She was completely decked out in see-through scarlet lace. Even her robe was lacy and translucent.

She had showered, put on her expensive Yves Saint Laurent perfume, and done her make-up to perfection. Her husband watched closely as she prepared for the date and insisted she wear this particular outfit. She felt like an escort showing up to a 'date.'

Tommy was bound and determined for this to happen. She wanted to be a good wife and please him, and especially because of the way she had snuck off with Bryan over the weekend. She didn't feel that she'd done anything wrong, but did believe she probably "owed" this to Tommy.

She didn't even feel that the outfit was all that sexy and more than a little uncomfortable. Its light fabric did nothing to keep her warm on this cool autumn evening. What turned men on, she would never understand.

When Leon opened the door, he looked confused or surprised, or both. Kristen also could not have been more shocked and disappointed. While hesitant at first to do this, she had talked herself into it on the ride over even thinking about the last time Coach fucked her in that bathroom. Seeing that Leon was here just pissed her off.

The big black man greeted the young couple with excitement and let them in. The TV was blaring with a football game -- Sunday night football. Of course.

They walked into the living room where she was surprised NOT to see Coach sitting on the edge of the sofa deeply absorbed in the latest play.

"What's going on? Where is he?" Kristen asked her husband. "He didn't even know we were coming."

Tommy had the wisdom to act apologetic. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't know how he could have misunderstood."

Leon jumped in. "Coach just forgot, is all. You know, the game and then Marilyn showed up," he said pointing toward the bedroom. "Something about her story getting axed tonight. Some kind of power struggle at the TV station with the sports director. She's on the warpath. Best keep your distance."

Something was knocking on the wall rhythmically and there was some loud moaning coming from the bedroom. Kristen gave her husband a blistering look.

"That's not what the warpath sounds like," she blurted out. "Let's go, Tommy. He can't even honor a date with me." Tommy looked pleadingly at Leon, who ran his fingers across what hair he had left.

"Come on, baby," the older man said with a broad toothy smile. "If you're looking for dick, I got a big black one here that you sure liked the other day."

"What?" Tommy said, looking at his wife. "When did that happen?"

"It's no big deal, honey," she said dismissively and still very pissed off. "Coach just wanted to test my new skills. Leon was here, so ... but I didn't let him fuck me."

A scream came from the bedroom.

"Thanks for bringing her over, son. I know Coach would have appreciated the gesture, but he's busy right now. You can take off, and I'll take care of this beauty." He turned to Kristen. "You sure look nice all dressed up, baby. Let's go into this other room and give you what you came for. You won't be sorry."

"Shut up, Leon," she said, pushing her way towards the bedroom. She slammed open the door ready to give Coach a piece of her mind.

As soon as they entered Coach's tiny bedroom, Kristen immediately noticed how bright it was. Who had this much light in a bedroom. Once her eyes adjusted, she saw that Coach was behind Marilyn straining to fuck her as hard as he could.

His fingers were holding the woman's full ass in a death grip as their skin slapped together with great intensity over and over. Marilyn's face was deep in the blankets as she moaned in rhythm to the pounding she was receiving. They seemed oblivious to the intrusion until Kristen picked up a pillow and threw it at Coach.

"Hey asshole. We had a date," she shouted at him. Their hips stopped moving and heads popped up in surprise and confusion.

Coach took in the statuesque blond beauty in red standing by the door with her hands on her hips and her robe wide open. It was quite a sight. She was angry, and she was hot as fuck. He smiled wickedly.

"Well, Happy Birthday to me! Come to join the party, Sugar?"

"Fuck you," the two women said in unison.

"This ain't a team sport," said Marilyn. "It's strictly one-on-one, Eugene. Who the fuck is this trailer park Barbie. Is this one of your stupid fuck toys. You promised you were done with that."

"Who the fuck is Eugene?" Kristen said.

"I am," said Coach.

"You have an actual name? And she knows it?"

"Of course I have a name. She's a great reporter. She was at the network, you know. She can find out my name if she wants to."

"Seriously?" shouted Kristen. "You picked her over me because she's on TV," Kristen stamped her foot causing her boobs to bounce magnificently to emphasize the point. "What's she, like 50?"

"Fuck you, bitch. I'm way hotter than some podunk slut. That face and those tits didn't even get you out of this fucking town," Marilyn laughed.

"Oh yeah Marilyn, you're so much hotter," Coach agreed. "Nobody's hotter than you."

Suddenly, the room felt tiny to Kristen. Tiny and hot and stifling. There was barely enough room for a bed, say anything of five people. She could hardly breath and had to get out of there.

There was just one more thing to do. "You know what Coach, people were right about you, you are the biggest asshole that's ever blighted this planet."

With that she spun and stormed from the room. Tommy was close on her heels, as was a clueless Leon.

"Baby," he said. "No need to rush off. There's still plenty of what you need right here." She turned back to see that he had his big black cock sticking out of his pants and was waving at about.

"Take that cock of yours and stick it up your ass, or better yet, Eugene's ass." And she was gone.

Tommy's stomach was on fire. With the tension in his body at that moment, it would not have surprised him if he had a stroke. He was running after his glorious pissed off wife and hoping all this sexy shit wasn't about to end.

This monumental failure had been his idea. He had driven her to come here. He knew now that Kristen was right and Coach was an asshole. A decade of hero worship had just come crashing down. The scales were off his eyes.

Tommy had convinced his gorgeous wife to fuck the old Coach, and he doesn't even have the decency to get the job done.

And what's with Coach, anyway? For the first time, he hadn't followed his pussy-is-pussy philosophy. Instead he had fallen for the notoriety of this Marilyn chick. She worked at the network. Yeah, for like 15 minutes. So what!

Tommy looked at Kristen. Her arms were crossed, her jaw was tight, and her eyes were flashing. She was steaming mad and still the most magnificent woman in the world. Who wouldn't pick Kristen over ... well ... anyone?

"I'm driving you to Bryan's. He can give you what you need. I want you to sleep with him. If you want to. No pressure."

"Jesus, Tommy," she snapped. "Is there anything you won't do to quench your fucking kink?"

"No, I mean it," he whined. "This was all my fault. I know. Coach is not for us and never was. But Bryan loves you. Worships you."

Kristin smiled. Just a little one. "He does, doesn't he?"

"I apologize for putting you in that situation back there. I know it's not what you wanted. Do you want to stop all together?" he asked, fearing the answer.

"No. I don't think I could if I wanted to. I tried after we got married. I feel more alive when I have multiple lovers."

"Are we done with Coach?"

"Hell, yes. He doesn't give a fuck about me. I'm not wasting any more thoughts on that toxic asshole."

"Do you want to see Bryan? I know you love him, too." He looked so very sad at that moment.

She cupped her husband's face with her hand. "I love you, too. It's just that I don't think love is mutually exclusive. You have to know that your wife is not a monogamous person. But then, I don't think you really want me to be one."

He just nodded and glanced over at his wife. She was smiling at him in a maternal way, but her person in every other way was not so. Her tiny robe was open and her breasts were only semi contained by her tiny red babydoll. In fact, the perfect pink nipple of her right breast was exposed. He felt his cock begin to harden.

She slid her hand down his neck to his shoulder across his arm to where it rested on his leg only an inch from his cock which was rapidly inflating.

"Don't feel bad, baby. This is just the beginning, and it will have some great benefits for you." Tommy felt her hand begin to move towards his dick. Her sweet fingers caressed it and gently rubbed it.

"If you take me to Daddy, maybe he'll let you watch him fuck his baby girl. You've only seen us together the one time, and that was on video. Do you remember that?"

"Uuummmm."

"Wouldn't you like to see us live?"

"Yyeeesss."

"He's got a nice thick cock you know. A man's cock. Strong. Powerful. And he knows what to do, baby. He's no little boy." She began unzipping his pants.

"Like me, you mean."

"If the shoe fits." She freed his dick from his jeans.

"Oh fuck. I missed your touch."

"I thought you didn't want to touch. I thought just watching was your thing now." She gently stroked him with two fingers. "Daddy's going to fuck me so good, baby. He's going to fuck your pretty young wife with his big old cock." She was stroking faster now.

"Oohhhh, fuuuck!"

"But be prepared, honey. He likes to remind me how much bigger he is than you. Sometimes ... he's not very nice to you."

"Mmmmmm."

"Do you like that? Are you thinking about big old Daddy pounding that huge thick cock farther inside me than you ever have while making me say he's better than you are, that he's bigger than you are ... making me tell the truth?"

"Ggoooddddaaaammmnnnniiitt."

"And I'm going to tell him all the truth, baby. That I need his big cock. How much I love it. How much I love him. I will beg him to put his baby inside me."

"Fuuuccckkk mmeeeeee!" Tommy said as he jerked and his little cock spurted onto his leg, leaving a wet spot on the denim material. How he kept the car on the road, he had no idea.

"See baby, you're gonna love it," Kristen laughed.

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Bryan was sitting in his dark house nursing his third whiskey and wishing he could be with his lover. He knew in his heart that he would never give up on Kristen, but this was still damn hard. How was he going to convince her? When would she get it through her pretty stubborn head? Or would she just keep looking for stupid big-dicked Neanderthal football types?

The doorbell rang. Who the fuck is that?

He didn't immediately move. In fact, the bell rang a great number of times. Eventually, he saw a female shadow in the shaded glass of his back door.

"Bryan! Open the door," Kristen shouted. Fuck. What is she doing here?

"Bryan! Let me in."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He stood on shaky legs, walked to the door and pulled the shade back. He just looked at her. She was dressed for a seduction.

"Let me in, baby. You were right about everything, and I want to be your baby girl. Exclusively, from now on."

He stopped. He waited for something else. The 'but' that always came, yet she just looked at him through the glass and smiled. That fucking smile just slayed him.

"Did you hear me, Daddy. I'm yours." She was pulling his strings like a goddamn puppet master. Why did this feel like a scene from a bad romcom?

Bryan reached for the latch, popped it open, and backed into the living room. He turned expecting her to fall into his arms. However, she went to the front door and opened it ... to let in her fucking husband.

"What the fuck is this? Why is he here?"

"We came to say something together. Both of us. We went over to Coach's place tonight. It was a stupid thing to do. I let Tommy talk me into it. Nothing happened because Coach is an asshole, but the good thing is that I'm done with him forever."

"Well as glad as I am that you figured out what a piece of shit Coach is, why is the dumbass kid here. This doesn't look like an exclusive deal for me."

"Now be nice, Bryan, and remember that you promised to share. Tommy is here because he is ready to share, too."

"Ok," he said in a resigned way.

"Tommy understands that you will be my man, my main man, don't you, Tommy." Everyone looked his way, and he nodded.

"Tommy just wants to watch," she said. "That's his thing and his only stipulation."

"What about your mother? She has been your primary sticking point where I am concerned up till now."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"Ahhh. So, we sneak around."

"Yes. We can figure out how to do that, I'm sure. I don't have all the details, but this is what you want, what I want and what Tommy wants."

Bryan turned to Tommy. "And you agreed to this? You're conceding your rights as a husband to me?"

"Well, just for sex. As long as I get the chance to watch ... you two ... together."

"Bryan. Are you willing to share me with Tommy?" Kristen asked. Silence filled the room, as Kristen held her breath.

"We have to talk about the living arrangements," Bryan said. "I love you and want to be with you, Kristen."

"I know, baby. I love you, too. We can make it work."

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Sunday mornings in bed with her man were Kristen's absolute favorite. She wrapped her naked body around his back feeling all the comfort and security that his powerful body contained.