Believing that this story could put some people into hot water as they may still be in Texas and in the same jobs, no mention of the town will be found and all of the names have been changes. You'll see why.
High school football is really big in Texas. The players are stars and the winning coach is a hero. It's true all across Texas that high school football is king.
It was late August and football practice was in the works. It was hot. The workout had been strenuous and the sweat was flowing. Players were dripping wet. Coach decided to call it a day and ordered everyone off the practice field and into the showers.
Players headed for the locker room in no hurry. They were pooped. Once inside they took off their shorts, shirts, and jocks and tossed them into the laundry pile. They then relaxed in the shower.
It was Friday and everyone was eager to go home and have a day or two off.
As the team toweled off and got dressed, coach stuck his head out of his office and called to Mark and Randy.
Mike and Randy were veterans of the football team. Both had failed a grade or two, which if you're a good player in Texas, is considered a good thing. Mike was now 19 years old and Randy was 20. They were the team's old men.
"Hey, guys, drop by my office before you leave."
Mark and Randy looked at each other wondering what coach wanted. They had both been pumping up in the gym and the practice had gone well. What could be the problem? Picking up their duffle bags of smelly, sweat-laden clothes, they guys tapped on the coach's door and walked in.
"What's up coach?"
"Hey, you guys want to make some money tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"Here's the deal," the coach said. "You may not know, but the wife and I are moving into a new house. We've got boxes all over the garage and the wife is giving me hell about starting the unpacking. I want to get this done, but I have an all-day meeting tomorrow with the entire sport management team here at the school. If you guys want to move boxes, my wife will get off my back and you'll earn $10 per hour for each of you. Interested?"
Mark and Randy looked at each other. They were strong, fit guys, they could move a few boxes. "Sure, coach, we're in."
Coach gave them the address, asked them to be there by 8:30am.
Mark and Randy thought this was going to be a big payday. $10 an hour was pretty good pay.
Saturday morning, the guys showed up at Coach's house. He ushered them in and said that they should come into the kitchen. They followed him to the kitchen. "Guys, this is my, wife Jody, she'll be here today to tell you where to put the boxes."
"Hello," the guys said.
This was going to be a good day thought the guys. Coach's wife was a hot thirty-something. She had coal-black hair and a slim tight body. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and they could see her tits moving about; obviously she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not huge but she was not flat-chested either. She was wearing a loose-fitting, mid-thigh skirt. Mark and Randy looked at each other. They knew what the other was thinking. They could only imagine what treasures lay inside that skirt.
"Sweetheart," Coach said to his wife, "I'm late for the meeting. It should go until 5 and I'll be home by 6. I'll take you out for dinner if for no other reason but to get out from looking at these boxes." With that he gave her a kiss and dashed for the door.
"Good to have the help, boys," Coach's wife said, "What are your names?"
They introduced themselves.
"Glad that my husband sent some guys with muscles, because we have a huge stack of boxes. Follow me to the garage."
She opened the door from the kitchen to the garage and revealed boxes stacked everywhere to a height of at least five feet.
"So, here's what I thought we'd do," she said. "Let me show you around the house so that you know where all the room are and then I'll point you in the right direction for the boxes."
She turned from the garage to go back into the house and wiggled her come here finger over her shoulder indicating that they should follow her. Following her, Mark and Randy couldn't take their eyes of her ass shifting back and forth inside her skirt as she walked. Sweet.
As they walked through the house, it was apparent that they'd only unpacked and setup the things they needed for everyday life. The kitchen, while still full of boxes. They had a coffee pot and microwave setup. There were dishes on the counter allowing them to have basic meals.
The master bedroom had some open boxes along the wall; the king size bed was setup. The bed had not been made so the sheets were wrinkled and the pillows tossed about. Randy's mind was imaging Coach and Jody fucking like minks in that bed. Maybe if Jody wasn't following them around all day, he'd look to see he could find some cum stains on the sheets.
The master bath had towels and toilet paper.
They headed back to the garage. On the way, Jody picked up a big marker. In the garage, she said that she'd mark the boxes denoting to which room they were to go. "Just put the boxes along the walls so that we can use the center of the room to unpack and setup stuff."
This is how the day started. It was turning out to be more work that Mark and Randy had considered, but at $10 per hour there was a reward at the end. The more immediate reward was seeing Jody's breasts shifting under that loose t-shirt and her ass wiggling inside that skirt.
Jody called a break around 10a.m. and offered the guys a cola and a snack. They sat in the kitchen and ate. Jody indicated that they needed to get back to work, so the guys went to get another trip of boxes. Jody stayed in the garage marking more boxes.
The two boxes they were carrying went to the master bedroom. They piled the boxes along the wall.
Mark turned to leave only to find Randy running the flat of his hand across the bed sheets.
"What in hell are you doing?" Mark said.
"Here, here. Look at this, Mark," said Randy.
Mark came over to the bed to see what Randy was doing.
"You know what that is?"
Mark said, "what?"
These stains on the sheets. It's dried cum. Fuck, look how much there is. Coach and the wife must fuck all night. I guess she can't get enough!"
They heard Jody coming down the hall so they headed back to the garage.
Around 1p.m., Jody had pizza delivered and they once again gathered in the kitchen to eat.
"This is going more slowly than I had thought," Jody said. "Boy, it's going to be very hot this afternoon in the garage. You two are already sweating like pigs!"
The boys nodded their agreement.
"Why don't we do this, guys," she said. "Let's bring I one more room and then we'll call it a day. That will be about two-thirds of what was in the garage. We can schedule another day for the rest. Does that work for you guys?"
Mark and Randy agreed to the plan. Soon they were back in the garage. Jody had marked the last boxes for the day.
"Guys, I'm tired already. I'm going to sit in the den and relax while you finish. You'll be passing me with these boxes on the way to the guest room, so if you have any questions, just ask."
With that, she went back in the house and made herself comfortable.
The guys picked up one of several large long boxes by each one taking one end. On this trip, Randy was walking backwards and Mark was walking forward. They passed Jody on the way.
They sat down the box and Mark turned to Randy, "On the next box, I'll go backwards and you can go forwards."
"Who cares?"
"You will," Mark said. "When we passed, I could see up her skirt and she's wearing back panties. Very hot."
They put their plan in place for the next big box and when they dropped it in the assigned room, Mark said, "So, did you see?"
Randy looked at Mark in amazement. "That was not her panties. That was her pussy. The black was her hair."
"Are you saying that she is flashing her pussy to us?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying. Come on, let's see if she's still putting it out there."
Randy took the walking forward end of the box and stopped as he came to where Jody was sitting. "This is the last one for the room. Are we quitting after this one?"
Jody shifted in her seat and he legs moved a little farther apart. Her pubic hair and her pussy lips were very easy to see.