The Lonely Soccer Moms

This is Part 1 of story #31 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Soccer Moms 1

In my town in Southern Virginia, there are a lot of doctors, lawyers, and government honchos. Which means lots of bored, stay at home moms.

As your kids get older and start playing sports, in my case swimming, soccer and basketball, you start to spend a lot of time with the parents of their teammates, and you start to become friends with many of them because you all spend so much time together.

So, it was for me as well. And when you spend hours on end with these people at all-day swim meets and soccer tournaments, you get a real good look into their lives and marriages.

One of my youngest daughter's best friend's and soccer teammate had a mother named Michelle. She and her husband Tom hated each other. They didn't even really try to hide it. He was a surgeon, she didn't work. He rarely came to events during the week but made it to most of the weekend games and tournaments.

Michelle was hot- pretty as a supermodel with strawberry blond hair, blue eyes and a great body. When she and Tom were together, they fought constantly, in front of everyone, and it was pretty uncomfortable at times.

Another soccer mom, Rachel, was in a similar boat; her husband Eric was some government big shot who travelled a lot. They weren't openly hostile to each other, the opposite actually; they barely spoke. When he was at events, he was loud and obnoxious, and when we got together as a group socially, he was always shit faced. A real weasel, this guy. Rachel was clearly embarrassed to be around him, always making faces and rolling her eyes whenever he opened his mouth.

Rachel was sexy in a different kind of way than Michelle. Really attractive in a cuter kind of way than in a model-type of pretty. Great body, shorter than Michelle and didn't have those long legs, but her ass was great. I'd say their tits were about the same, at least from the outside. Not small but not big. Basically B-cups.

I spent a lot of time with these two women and a few other of the soccer moms and dads. Our kids were friends, we had summer swimming and fall soccer together, and the kids jumped back and forth between houses for playdates and sleepovers and such. I was probably the oldest parent of this group of 5-6 friends that hung out together. At the time of this story, I was 48 and Michelle and Rachel were both in their early forties, each having just turned 40 in the last year or two.

One Friday evening in early Fall when Michelle's kid was at my house, I invited her to come over early for a drink rather than just come at pick up time. This was not unusual, we often had drinks while the kids played.

She accepted, and we sat up in the loft area of my townhouse with a gas fire going and some wine flowing. We had gotten pretty close over the last three or four years, and I considered her one of my closest friends.

She asked about the current state of my love life, as she always liked to get juicy details of what I was up to. There was nothing off limits, she talked and thought like a guy, and I could go into detail with her if she asked, although I didn't tell her everything.

"You seeing anyone these days, or just banging random ho's?" she asked with an infectious laugh.

She was one of only a very few that knew about my recent relationship with pregnant Dana, and that it ended soon after the baby was born several months prior. I tended to keep the one-offs and random-ish hook-ups to myself -- I wouldn't want her to think I was a male slut.

With half a buzz, I answered "Nah. I'm done with all that. I'm holding out until you leave your husband."

She laughed at first, then said, "If only I could. I'm kind of trapped."

I knew she didn't work and hadn't graduated from college, so I understood what she meant.

She said, "I have a husband and three kids, but I'm the loneliest person on earth."

I said, "Michelle, that's a shame because I love your company, and honestly, you are probably my best friend, you're so easy to talk to, not to mention you are the most attractive person that I have ever known."

She stood up and leaned over the railing to see where the kids were. They were down on the lowest level in my man cave playing video games, so they were not anywhere around.

She walked over to me, sat on my lap sideways and wrapped her arms around my neck, and whispered, "You're sweet. And hot."

We kissed passionately for a couple minutes, and when my hands starting to get busy, she pulled back, and I said, "God, I want you."

She responded, "Me too, I wish I could fuck you right now."

Michelle gathered herself and got off me, paused for a second as if thinking, then said, "Tom is in surgery every Tuesday. Are you available on Tuesday mornings?"

"Sure," I said. "What are you thinking?"

"What do you think I'm thinking, you dummy?" she said. "I'm thinking I'll come over here every Tuesday morning and fuck you. Or you'll fuck me. Or both."

I said, "Are you sure about this? Could be real trouble if you get caught."

She said, "You have a garage, right? And no one drives through this neighborhood, it's up on the hill in a cul de sac, so unless you live here, there's no reason to drive through here. I don't know anyone that lives here. I'll just park in your garage to be safe. Tom is gone seven to seven every Tuesday and I never hear from him all day. Totally nothing to worry about."

"And our friendship?" I asked. "What if it goes bad and it makes things awkward for our kids?"

She pondered this for a minute, then said, "I won't get jealous of anything else you do. If you start seeing someone seriously and want to stop, totally fine. If we don't have sexual chemistry, we'll both know right away and we can stop. If I feel guilty, we'll stop. But no matter what, the kids' friendship can't be affected. Yeah, it's risky, but we can do it."

I raised my glass in a toast and said, "Until Tuesday then" and we clinked glasses and laughed together. She gathered up her kid and went home for the night. I couldn't wait!!

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Saturday brought two soccer games, and all the parents hung out together during the break in between games. Michelle and I avoided each other for the most part, maybe trying to avoid suspicion, even though we weren't really guilty of anything major, yet. So, I spent a lot of time chatting up Rachel. Even on a Saturday morning with no makeup, she looked great.

I asked about Eric, her husband, and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, he couldn't get out of bed for the first game, too much vodka last night. And then he had to run downtown for a big meeting."

Her eyes continued to roll. She clearly wasn't impressed with his self-perceived importance.

We talked some more, and I found out that he travelled every Thursday and Friday, staying overnight about three hours away in his other government office in the state capital. It was fine, he wasn't any help around the house anyway, was never home to help with the two kids, and had no ability to do any house repairs or yard work of any kind. He was basically useless- except for the money he had and made.

In fact, she asked if there was any way I could help her out after the game, she wanted to store her kayak up in the garage rafters and get out some other things that were up there, but it was all too heavy and Eric wasn't home, not that he'd be able to do it anyway. He was a bit of a girly man.

Of course, I was willing to help, so after the second game, my kids went home with my ex and I headed over to Rachel's house, a few blocks from my old house. A nice place with a three-car garage, pool, big wrap around porch. Real nice. No wonder she didn't leave the asshole. Rachel hadn't worked in many years, although she had an Ivy League degree so she could support herself if needed, but she hadn't worked in fifteen years. All of this was thanks to Eric.

I handled those original things quickly, as well as a couple other chores that came up. Afterwards we went inside and talked while she made her kids lunch, and she made me a grilled cheese sandwich, which was delicious.

As I was getting ready to say goodbye, I thought, what the hell.

I said, "Is there anything else around here that is being neglected?"

Her thoughtful look turned a bit naughty as it dawned on her what I meant.

She said, "Oh there's plenty of things around here that need some attention."

I started walking to the door that leads to the garage to make my way out, and I said, "Sorry to hear that, let me know if I can help you out."

She followed me to the garage, closed the door and pulled me around to face her, and planted a big wet French kiss right on me.

We kissed for a minute or so and then she said, "You CAN help me out. Will you? Please?"

Now how could I say no to an invitation like that?

I said, "Rachel, I'd do just about anything you asked me after a kiss like that. But what did you have in mind?"

She said, "I need to get laid. Eric is drunk most of the time and I have no interest even when he's not. I need to get fucked. Like, really fucked. Please."

"Rachel, I'd love to. You're welcome to come to my place, stash your car in my garage and we can spend some time together. What are you thinking?"

She thought, and said, "How about this Friday? Eric is always away, and the kids go to school by eight. I'll drop them and come over. I have a personal training appointment at 11 every Friday, so that gives us a few hours."

So, in the space of about 18 hours, I had secured two separate sex appointments with two of my best female friends, women I had fantasized about over the last few years since having first met them. I was praying this wasn't a dream.

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Week 1

Michelle showed up the next Tuesday about 9:00 a.m. I had left my car in a visitor space out front, so the garage was empty. I left the garage door open so she could pull in and close the door to hide her car. I was in my office just finishing a call. She walked in wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt.

I thought to myself, "Damn, even dressed down she is hot, but geez how about make yourself look a bit sexy for our first time."

As I was thinking this, she pulled her sweatshirt off to reveal a sheer, see-through lace top, and pulled her sweatpants off to show matching underwear, if you could call them that. So damn beautiful, she could have been in a Victoria's Secret magazine.

She started walking towards me, and I pointed to my ear buds indicating that I was on a call and held up a finger to ask her to wait one minute.

Her smile betrayed her thoughts, and she shook her head and walked over to me, leaned down to kiss me, then dropped to her knees in front of me.

I have no idea what was being said on my conference call, because I was watching this goddess unzip my shorts and slowly pull them down. She pulled them off and grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down and off as well.

She turned her attention to my dick. She grabbed it in her hand and held it up to look at, and she looked at me and mouthed, "I knew it!"

Her head bowed down and she licked the engorged crown of my cock, swirling her tongue around the head and pumping it with her hand. Soon she changed tactics and licked my shaft while she looked into my eyes. The look was pure lust. I was generating a generous amount of precum, which she licked up with a moan.

Sidebar here: I had come to understand that some kind of switch gets turned on in women when they hit 40. They spend their twenties in love and thirties raising babies. By 40 they resent their husbands, who have mostly lost interest in fucking their wives by then anyway. But they feel their clock ticking and realize they've wasted ten good sexual years, and start trying to make up for lost time. Some get divorced and go fuck the first guy they can find; others stay married for various reasons and have affairs. In either case, guys like me are on the receiving end.

Michelle fit the mold to a T, and I was the beneficiary. She worked my cock with her hand and mouth like an artist, and when my call wrapped up, I pulled my earbuds out and grabbed her head by the sides with both hands. I was slowly fucking her mouth, trying to get deeper into her throat.

She was able to pull her mouth off my cock despite my slight restraint, long enough to look at me and say simply, "Come."

That was all I needed to hear. I resumed my rhythm and kept fucking her face, never taking my eyes off of what she was doing.

Finally, it was all I could take, so I grabbed her head, held it still and said, "I'm coming, swallow me, swallow my cum."

I'm sure it was quite a load since I hadn't blown one in over a week, and I'm a pretty heavy cummer, but Michelle took it like a champ, not a dropped spilled and a deeply satisfied look on her face when she sat back and wiped her mouth. I wondered how long it had been since she'd given a blowjob that she WANTED to give. Probably many years.

"Holy cum!" she said with a smile as she sat back on her knees. "Like a fucking fire hose!"

"Kiss me," I said, which may have surprised her. Not a lot of guys will accept a kiss following a blowjob, but I'd long since learned to accept it, if not enjoy it.

She knelt back up and we kissed passionately for a few minutes. I started tweaking her nipples through her sheer top, and they hardened immediately. I slipped the cups down under her tits to expose them. A very shapely B cup, maybe slightly bigger, round with just a slight sag.

But they stood out among all others just due to her areola. They were big and dark brown and very sexy. I've had super big tits before, and nipples of all kinds, but these dark areolas were a first for me. Michelle had light strawberry blond hair and fair skin, so the contrast was striking.

I couldn't get enough of them. I laid her down on the floor of my office and licked and sucked those beauties for all I was worth. She unhooked her bra in the front as I pulled her panties to the side and shoved my fingers into her soaking wet hole.

Finally, I rolled on top of her and slid down her body. I pulled those tiny panties off and revealed the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen. Poets could write sonnets about this woman's vagina. I've seen my share, and Michelle's was a work of art, with a smell and taste to match. The thinnest Brazilian landing strip, maybe an inch long. Puffy pink lips and a protruding clit that looked like it was gonna pop.

"I got a fresh wax job yesterday, just for you," she said.

It was time to show my appreciation for that.

I played her pussy like a violin. She came twice, and I could have done another two or three. But she was ready to fuck and she let me know it. She grabbed my hair and yanked me up to her.

"Fuck me, hard, right now!" she commanded.

I moved up and slid my hard cock into her in one motion. She was like velvet.

"Oh God, yes!" she cried as I penetrated her.

She locked her ankles behind my back and urged me on. Nothing gentle here. I sat back and put her feet on my chest so I could watch those amazing tits bounce, then hooked her knees behind my elbows and pounded away. Her head was shaking back and forth as she fingered her clit and came again.

I fucked her for a good fifteen minutes or so, altering the position and angle several times. At one point she put her legs together and held them straight up, then angled them to the side so I was fucking her kind of sideways. She seemed to enjoy this very much. This wasn't a position I had done much and it felt great.

Ultimately, we got back to standard missionary with her legs on my shoulders. Michelle reached down around her legs and found my balls and gave them a squeeze.

"Come in me, I need it so bad."

She knew I had had a vasectomy so there was no worry.

She didn't wait long, I unloaded in her and she felt it, saying "Oh God, I can feel your cum, it's so warm. "

I collapsed on top of her. We both laid there catching our breath for a full minute or more. Finally, I sat back and watched my spent cock as it fell out of her pussy with a plop. We laughed a bit and high-fived each other.

"Wow," she said. "I haven't had three orgasms in one sex session in years! Tuesday is going to become my favorite day of the week!"

"Same," I agreed, although Friday promised to be a fun day as well.

We threw on our sweats and I made us both some coffee, and we sat in the loft talking like we had three nights ago when we came up with this idea. Nothing was weird or awkward, and I was relieved. The sexual chemistry was fantastic and we chatted like old friends.

I eventually asked, "What did you mean, 'I knew it,'?"

She laughed and explained: "Rachel and I got together Saturday night for drinks, and we started gossiping about the team parents. She asked, 'who would you fuck if you could?' And I said your name. She asked why, and I said because you were hot, sexy, and I'll bet you had a big dick and would be a great lover. And so, when I saw it, I thought, I was right!!"

Interesting, I thought. I wanted to delve more into Rachel, literally and figuratively.

I said, "I like Rachel, although I don't know her nearly as well as I know you. Her husband seems like a real asshole."

"Oh yeah," Michelle said. "He totally is. According to her, he's got a woman in Richmond. She knows about it but doesn't care. They haven't had sex in years. And you know what she told me? They've never had oral!! Either way! He thinks it's disgusting and unsanitary. Can you believe that?!"

"Wait a minute," I said. "You're telling me that Rachel has never given her husband a blow job, and he's never gone down on her? Ever?"

"That's what she told me. She hasn't had a dick in her mouth or a tongue in her pussy since she was in college, were her exact words I think."

I couldn't believe my ears.

Michelle said, "I should send her over here. She might never leave if I did."

I had to look away because I didn't want Michelle to know that Rachel would be sending herself over here in three days. And with the intel she just gave me, it was likely going to be an oral free for all.

Michelle interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Not to change the subject, but I know you're a single guy and like the ladies, so I obviously don't expect that I'll be the only one you sleep with. Heck Tom fucks me about once a month. So, I just ask that you make sure anyone else is clean. We don't need any diseases."

"Of course," I replied. "I'm not dating anyone now, and I'm done slumming it. And I would ask that if you do have sex with Tom, let's wait a few days before we get together. I'd like to avoid any, you know, residual cum."

She laughed, "Haha, I get it. No sloppy seconds. If we do have sex, it's usually on a Friday night so that's plenty of time until Tuesday morning. But really it's pretty rare, so don't worry, I won't drop a cream pie in your mouth."

I said, "Well I don't mind a cream pie to the face, as long as it's my cream."

"Reeaalllyy?" she asked.

"Oh, for sure," I answered, while I slid out of the chair I was in and onto the carpeted floor. "Let me show you."

Michelle stood and removed her sweatpants and skimpy panties and walked over to me, standing above me. Slowly she dropped to her knees and planted her pussy on my face.

"This is so fuckin' hot," she said, barely above a whisper.

She grinded her pussy on my face, lips and tongue, smothering me with her cum-soaked cunt. Although it had been about a half an hour since I came in her, my cum was still pretty fresh in her pussy, and since I'm a pretty big cummer, there was plenty of cum dripping out of her and onto my face.