The Lonely Soccer Moms

This is Part 3 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 Week 3

Michelle texted me the following Monday, saying she had gotten her period Sunday, and while normally she has no issues with period sex, it was pretty heavy and she'd rather not, unless I insisted.

She suggested, "I can come give you a blow job, or we can figure something else out."

I said, "Just c'mon over and hang out and let's just see what happens."

She came over and we hugged and gave a quick peck on the lips, and I gave her a cup of coffee. We sat and chatted about the weekend games and activities, and had a pretty good couple of laughs.

After 45 minutes or so, she excused herself to use the bathroom, and I did the same, to brush away the coffee breath. I had moved to the living room sofa, and soon she joined me. We were both wearing sweat pants, casual today, maybe due to the circumstances, although it's not like we ever went out on a date, so why dress up.

She leaned over and kissed me, then knelt down and untied the string of my sweatpants. I suppose I had been expecting this, so I was already half hard.

She noticed, "You are always ready, aren't you?"

"When you're around, yes."

She blushed at the compliment and worked my pants down my legs and off. She studied my cock and balls in her hands while she lightly caressed each, almost like one would do when petting a cat. She just stroked me, looking, studying, tracing the large blue vein with her fingers and playing with the rim.

"How big are you?" she asked.

"Six five" I replied.

"No dip shit," she laughed. "How big is your dick?"

I said, "Last time anyone measured it (Trish -about a month prior), about eight and a half inches."

She said, "Where do you keep a measuring tape, I want to measure."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes," she laughed as she ran to the kitchen, "Size always matters! And inquiring minds want to know."

She walked over with a sewing tape and knelt back down, taking me into her mouth and working me to my full hardness, sucking and stroking until I was just about ready to come. Then she sat back and employed the tape measure.

"You were right, I get eight and just over half inches. Holy shit!"

Then she wrapped it around to get the circumference.

"Seven inches. Wow, big boy. Tom is six long and four and a half around, and I knew you were a lot bigger."

She grabbed my cock with her hand and squeezed, hard, pushing the blood up to the head and making my cockhead turn dark red, almost purple.

"Very sexy dick," she said.

Some precum had formed when she squeezed, and she licked that away with her tongue and resumed the blowjob. She was taking her time, in no rush since sex was off the table, and I was enjoying this long, slow, sensuous blowjob from this incredible woman.

I started to approach my orgasm again, and she must have sensed it, because she stopped.

"Bitch," I said, and she laughed.

"Not yet big boy."

She took a break, slowly stroking me again while we talked some more.

"When you come in a woman's mouth, do you prefer to shoot it deep in her throat, or on her tongue?"

"Well," I responded, "tricky question. I like both of course, but I do enjoy the feeling of having my dick deep in a woman's throat. You got it last week so you know what I mean."

She laughed and slapped my leg. "Careful wise ass, I have your jewels in my control. What about facials? Do you like to come on a woman's face? That's like a power or humiliation thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I've done that a couple of times. I don't necessarily consider it a humiliation thing, but it can be I guess. Some women get off on the humiliation aspect of it, the role playing you know. Like being called names. It all depends on the circumstances. Whatever people are into is on them. I'm always up for whatever someone asks for."

"It's hot when you call me names," she said. "Makes me feel like I'm being controlled and used. Don't ever do it it normal conversation though, I'll cut your balls off!!"

I laughed and crossed my heart.

Michelle pressed further, "What about anal?"

"No thanks," I said. "My ass is exit only."

She hit my leg again, "You wise ass, I meant on the girl. Do you like to fuck women in the ass?"

"Why are you asking all this Michelle, are these things that you like? Do you want me to fuck your ass and come on your face?"

"Well," she said, "we've been together only two times, and you've come in my mouth twice, fucked my throat until I gagged, slapped my ass, pulled my hair, had your tongue and finger in my ass, and called me a slut and a cunt and I think a whore too. So, I feel like we are moving in that direction."

"Maybe," I laughed. "Time will tell I suppose."

She went back to my cock with her mouth, deeper this time and with more purpose, her mouth and tongue working wonders on me. I put my hand on her head and guided her motions, and for the third time I could feel myself on the brink. Suddenly she stopped again, and pulled her mouth and hands away.

"What are you doing?" I cried in dismay. "I'm so close!"

"I'm edging you," she said. "Don't you know about that? Has anyone ever done that to you? Bring you right to the edge several times, and then stop. When you finally do come, it's a huge relief, and a huge load."

I reached out and grabbed her by the back of the head, my fingers twisting in her hair, and I yanked her head back.

"Is that what you want, a huge load?" I asked as I stood up. "You're just a dirty cunt aren't you, fucking tease."

My cock was pointing right at her face. I was just about out of patience.

She opened her mouth and resumed the blowjob, all business this time. She was right, I was extra worked up, and it wouldn't be long now. I was standing over her, looking down while she deep-throated me, our eyes locking.

"Yeah, suck my dick, you little cocksucker. Take it all the way down your throat, fuckin' whore," I taunted her. "You want me to come on your face, don't you, you little cum slut."

She took my cock out long enough to confirm my suspicions.

"Yes, please, come on my face, please, all over my face."

I simply nodded, and she went back at it. When I was ready to come, I pulled my cock out, grabbed it and pointed it at her face. She moved her hair out of the way and turned her face up, presenting herself to me for a facial. I blasted a record setting load all over her. Her cheeks, lips, nose, eyes, forehead. She was a mess, and I felt like a porn star.

When the bulk of my orgasm was over, she opened her mouth and sucked my remaining cum out of my dick, squeezing the last drops out like you would a tube of toothpaste.

She said, "Take a picture."

I grabbed my phone and snapped several shots. She proceeded to feed herself my cum as she cleaned it off her face with her fingers. I helped her by scooping a dollop from her chin and having her lick my cum off my finger. Incredible.

I ran to the kitchen to grab her a clean dish towel to clean her face off.

She said "My God that was hot. Thank you."

SHE was thanking ME?!?

I put my clothes back on while she wiped herself clean, then she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Next week," she said over her shoulder as the door to the garage closed, "you can fuck my ass."

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It's funny how life works. Thursday night I received a similar message from Rachel, that her time of the month had arrived that morning. Maybe it's true that good friends have their periods synched up, who knows. But she said she'd like to see me anyway.

As I said, Rachel was a bit of a silver spoon queen, grew up wealthy and has never known anything other than being treated like a princess. With Michelle, I was 90% sure that when I took on a dominant role sexually like I did a couple weeks ago, forcing her to her knees and face-fucking her, she would comply without objection.

For one, I knew her better and we were very comfortable together, and for two, her upbringing was a little more lower class, white trashy if you will. She wasn't white trashy anymore, but you can't always take the trailer park out of the girl, so to speak.

I planned to replicate that caveman role-playing with Rachel today and force my cock down her throat like I had done with Michelle the prior Tuesday. Problem was, I was only 50% sure she'd go along, maybe less, and I was virtually certain it would be the first time that anyone had bossed her around or treated her like a slut, so there was some risk.

To date she'd gone along willingly with my suggestions about our activities, positions etc. and didn't object when I called her names last week. But I hadn't been rough with her, yet.

She was about five minutes late, which I planned to use to my advantage.

I looked at my watch and said, "You're late, and I don't have much time."

"Sorry," she said, and walked up to me, dropped to her knees, and undid my sweatpants.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she pulled my sweatpants down.

Ignoring my question, she inhaled my hard cock into her mouth, cupped my balls with one hand, and grabbed my hand with her other free hand and moved it to the back of her head, pushing it so that I was forcing my cock down her throat all the way to my balls.

She had turned the tables on me!!

Apparently, I wasn't moving fast enough or hard enough for her, because she pulled her mouth off my dick and looked up at me with a determined looked on her face.

She said, "Fuck my mouth, and don't stop until you come. I want every drop." And she resumed her position.

I wasn't going to deny her, so I fucked her mouth, more aggressively than I had been. Using both hands now, I treated her mouth like a pussy and grabbed her head like I would her hips if I was fucking her from behind.

Remembering how she enjoyed my name calling the week before, I went after it again.

"Yes, deep throat my cock you fuckin' slut. I'm gonna blow a big load down your throat you cunt whore."

Rachel reveled in the insults, drooling and moaning loudly while I pounded her throat over and over, bringing back memories of so many others. For the life of me I could not understand why women liked this deep throat abuse and name calling, but clearly a lot of them loved it!

I warned her that I was about to come, "Get ready for my cum, fucking dirty bitch."

Rachel responded by grabbing my ass with both hands and forcing me to fuck her even harder and deeper. I groaned and thrust forward, my cum bypassing everything and going right to her belly. She held me tight, milking me for every drop.

I was lightheaded and moved to sit on the sofa before I passed out. She flopped down next to me, as out of breath as I was, her face soaked with saliva and sweat, and after a minute we both started laughing at the same time.

I said, "What brought that on?"

"Well, I was so horny yesterday and looking forward to today, then my damn period showed up, but I wanted to see you anyway, so I thought, what the heck, I'll go give him an aggressive blowjob and see how he likes it."

"That wasn't really a blowjob," I said. "That was a flat-out face fucking."

"Call it whatever you want, I got what I came for."

We talked some more. I wondered about her oral experience and how she learned the skill that I had just benefited from, since she met her husband in college and they had never done oral.

She finally confessed with an interesting story.

She had given her first serious boyfriend oral only once, the night after her 18th birthday. It was the first time they had done it. He came in her mouth in like thirty seconds, and he was so embarrassed that couldn't face her again and broke up with her.

Her next boyfriend took her virginity, and he wanted her to suck his dick, but she wouldn't because she was afraid the same thing would happen and he'd break up with her too. Ironically then he broke up with her because she WOULDN'T suck his dick.

As a college sophomore, she met a guy and dated for about a year. She gave him maybe twenty blowjobs over the course of the year they dated. She later found out that he had been getting blowjobs from other girls, and making a journal comparing them.

Incensed, she thought, "I'll show him," and went to a local frat party, and invited a group of boys to follow her upstairs, where she proceeded to blow every one of them, mostly in the fashion that she had just blown me. That's how she learned her deep throat skills. She went from frat to frat for about two months, getting her throat gang-fucked by whomever she could find.

I was shocked.

Sweet, proper Princess Rachel, an Ivy League blow job gang bang queen. I was speechless.

Once she met Ed, her husband, he treated her pretty well, and never broached the subject of oral, which was fine by her because she was regretting all the blowjobs she had been giving and the reputation she was starting to get. Then, boom, pregnant, and the rest is history.

Since we had some time (I really wasn't short on time as I had implied when she arrived), I made us some breakfast and we chatted as we normally would. So far it was working out great with both Michelle and Rachel. We were friends just like we had always been, there was no awkwardness in public or private. I could definitely envision a relationship with either of these two beauties, but that wasn't anything that was possible, so I pushed the thought out of my mind and enjoyed what was happening.

After we ate, we moved back to the living room to watch a royal wedding or some shit. I was on my phone looking at emails, and she sat next to me with her head on my shoulder. The wedding must have been getting her horny, because soon she was rubbing my crotch. When I was hard, she grabbed my waistband and pulled everything off, leaving me pants-less on the sofa.

Laying across my lap and facing me, she gave me slow, loving head, in stark contrast to what had happened an hour ago. Kissing and licking my cock and balls, gently stroking me, watching me watch her, taking her time and enjoying the effect she was having on me.

Remembering Michelle a few days ago, I said, "Did your boyfriend or any of those frat boys ever come on your face?"

I was picturing a scene where ten frat boys gathered around their blue-blooded prize whore and covered her with cum.

"No," she said. "One tried to, but I punched him in the balls. I guess in my mind at the time, blowing a group of guys at the same time was OK, but don't treat me like a whore and come on my face. It's kind of funny to think about where I drew the line."

She looked at me. "Why," she asked. "Do YOU want to come on my face?"

"Well, not NOW I don't," I said, mockingly covering my balls in protection.

She laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Besides, I think I'd like to try it. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Famous last words," I said.

"Stand up," she said. "Make yourself come; I want to watch you jerk off."

I stood and slowly began stroking myself. Rachel slid onto the floor facing me and watched intently as my cock slid in and out of my fist. With my other hand I caressed my balls for a bit. A drop of precum formed, so I stopped and swiped it with my finger, which I then put in my mouth to taste.

"Oh God," Rachel moaned, a hand snaking down between her legs to rub her pussy through her jeans.

We watched each other masturbate for a few minutes, Rachel occasionally leaning forward to lick precum from my tip, then sitting back and putting pressure on her pussy with her hand. I could tell she was getting close to coming as I got closer and closer to my own climax.

"I'm gonna come soon," I warned her. "real soon."

"Oh yes, come. Come on me, I want it. I'm gonna come too, Oh God!!!""

Rachel jerked forward as she came, and my balls started to contract with the impending explosion. Rachel turned her face upward toward my cock.

"I'm going to come all over your slut face, you fucking whore."

My cum shot forth, the first spurt hitting her square on the forehead, the second and third on her nose and cheek. She grabbed my dick and put the head in her mouth to catch the rest, and she suckled on my cock head, milking me of every drop.

I was weak in the knees, so I sat back down on the sofa as my spent dick fell from her lips. I used my thumb to wipe the cum from her face, and put it in her mouth so she could have every drop.

Rachel then grabbed my discarded sweatpants and wiped her face dry.

With a little laugh, she said, "That was so great. I really wasn't ready for how that was going to feel. I've had cum in my mouth before, but it never felt that hot as when it hit my skin."

"Well, it's science," I said. "Cum is 98.6 degrees, and so is the inside of your mouth. But your skin is cooler than that, so it feels hot on your skin."

"Thanks Mr. Science Nerd. I guess they don't teach that in high school biology. Well, we can try that again sometime if you want, but honestly, I'd just prefer you to come in my mouth or inside of me."

"Fine by me," I said. "It's not like a fetish for me, just thought I'd like to see how hot you are with my cum on your face."

Then she shocked me with: "Did you cover Michelle's face with cum too?"

Uh oh. Did I hear that correctly?

BUSTED!!!!

"What do you mean?" I asked

I was starting to sweat. Clearly I was busted but I didn't know how much she knew, and didn't want to say anything that wasn't honest, so I played as dumb as I could.

"I mean," she said, "have you come on Michelle's face like you did mine. It's a simple question?"

I was scrambling, "Are you suggesting that I have something going on with Michelle?"

"Oh, that's exactly what I'm suggesting."

I didn't know what to say, I was really stuck, but she finally laughed and said, "OK, I'll stop torturing you. We never discussed it, but I guess I never gave any thought at all to the fact that you might be seeing other women. Heck you're single and I'm married so of course I would have no expectation of being exclusive, I just didn't think about it."

"Anyway, I saw Michelle Wednesday after soccer practice and we ran out for a drink. She was in such a great mood, and I said, 'What's going on with you, you seem really happy lately.' And as soon as I said that, it hit me. Before she could answer, I said, "Oh my God!!!'"

Rachel continued, "Michelle said, 'I have a confession to make, but you have to promise total secrecy.' I assured her that of course any secrets are safe with me. Then she goes, 'Yes, I've been having an affair. I feel a little bad about it, but it's been so great. You'll never guess who with.' And for whatever reason, at that moment, I knew it was you. So, I said your name, and it wasn't even in the form of a question."

"And her face was so funny when I said it. She's like, 'Is it that obvious?' Then she panicked - 'Oh my God can everyone tell he's fucking me?'

I said, "No, it's not obvious, I only guessed him because, well, I'm seeing him too, every Friday.' Her face fell for a second like she just got slapped in the face, but then she smiled and was like, "that fucker, I mean I told him if he was gonna fuck anyone else to make sure she's clean, and you're probably the cleanest person I know, so I guess what the fuck, cheers!' and we clinked glasses and toasted you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The two women I'm fucking just found out about it, and here I am laughing about it with one of them, instead of watching my house burn down.