Watching Our Son’s Soccer Coach Fuck My Wife
What I was seeing between him and my wife was nothing but a fuck for the sake of fucking.
I had been working long hours at the office for the past few months and was finally finished with the project that had kept me away when I decided to surprise my wife. Able to leave early for a few, well-deserved days off, I had come home to relax and spend some time with Jessica before our kids got home. However, instead of relaxing, as soon as the door opened I tensed upon hearing the unmistakable sounds of sex and I recognized my wife’s moans and whimpers immediately.
As I closed the front door, I hoped I was wrong and that my wife was watching porn, so I slowly made my way upstairs, following the sounds. I felt angry and hurt and wasn’t sure which emotion would manifest upon catching my wife in the act. Outside the doorway, I paused and took a few deep breaths before moving again. When I finally laid eyes on the scene, I stared in shock.
Jessica was on her back on the bed, with our son’s soccer coach, Ethan, on top of her. His hips slammed into her with the force and vigor only an eighteen-year-old could muster. They were lying diagonally on the bed and he was slamming into her hard. My wife was not aware of my presence, however, Ethan immediately saw me.
Ethan was just moving his hand over my wife’s clit and though his rhythm faltered from surprise, he quickly recovered. A smirk of defiance lifted a corner of his mouth as he met my eyes.
“You like that, Jessica?” Ethan’s voice was breathless from exertion as he continued his rapid fuck.
“Oh, God, yes,” she let out a deep moan.
“Have you missed it?” he asked her unwaveringly, as his blue eyes met mine.
“You know I did,”
“Tell me what you missed.”
“I missed your big cock.”
My mouth nearly dropped open as he began to withdraw from Jessica. I watched my wife’s pussy lips cling to his thick cock s if reluctant to let go. I worried that she might prolapse when I heard a slightly pained whimper come from Jessica as Ethan pulled his crown out of her and more of her inner pink folds followed.
When his cock was finally free, it hovered above her, bucking and twitching as it waited to resume its task. As I stared at his huge cock, I couldn’t help silently wondering how was she able to take that cock?
His dick was nothing short of impressive, and I struggled hard not to stare at it. While I couldn’t say it was wrist thick, it was definitely a comparison that would not be out of line.
I stood there, watching in silent disbelief as he pressed his shaft against my wife’s crotch and begin to hump her, sliding his length against her pussy lips and occasionally stopping to smack the tip against her exposed, stiff clit.
“Fuck, Jessica, you’re so hot. I love fucking your tight hole,” he said and slammed back into her, forcing my wife to let out a scream which caused me to wince in sympathy.
I had to agree with him. My wife was a beautiful goddess; she was slim and fit. Forty-two years old, she was often assumed to be a decade younger. Her brown eyes were large and warm, matching the easy smile that was often found on her full lips. Her breasts were slightly large for her body, a relic of filling with milk for our two kids, yet they were firm with little sag. She turned heads wherever she went but I had never felt a twinge of jealousy because of it. And as I stood watching Ethan pleasure her, I realized I still didn’t. I was proud to have her next to me and appreciated that other men wanted her. I just had to figure out how I felt about another man fucking her.
“Oh, fuck me, harder, please,” she moaned.
“I’m going to do just that,” Ethan said threateningly as he began to thrust into her with even more force.
I watched in amazement as my wife took everything he gave her and still asked for more. I had never seen her like this and it was exciting. When we had sex, it was tender and loving. What I was seeing between Ethan and my wife was nothing but a fuck for the sake of fucking. My wife was nothing more than a pussy and Ethan had the cock to please her. I had thought she was pleased with our sex life but now I began to wonder if she truly was.
“You like my big cock, don’t you?” Ethan asked with a deep voice.
“Oh, God, you know I do,” Jessica let out a moan before responding.
“Better than your husband’s?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” His words were not a playful suggestion but a hard command.
“I like your dick better than his. You have the best cock!”
“Say my name,” he commanded.
“Ethan!”
I had never heard my wife put so much arousal in one word as I heard when she said his name.
Jessica moaned loudly and I saw her body writhing in the throes of orgasm. I had to admit that she was beautiful as her back arched and her mouth became slack as the sensation overtook her.
“That’s it! Cum on my cock, I can feel it,” he said as he moved his hips even faster, plowing my wife.
A loud, almost pained groan cut followed as he slammed into Jessica and his own orgasm took hold. A couple of short but deep thrusts followed as he planted his load into her. Even after his forceful trusting stopped, his hips operated on autopilot, humping against her as he worked through his orgasm.
I continued to watch, dispassionately now, as they enjoyed their bliss. They were each in their own world, yet still together. My wife rubbed her hands over Ethan’s body while he resumed slowly thrusting into her.
“Clean my cock,” he ordered as he pulled his cock out and slid it into my wife’s mouth.
Upon seeing the streaks of creamy white cum on his dick it hit me that Ethan hadn’t used a condom. I knew I should’ve been worried and upset about that, but I also knew Jessica would not risk anything if she were trying to keep her infidelity a secret.
“Fuck, coach,” Jessica said still unaware of my presence. “That was amazing!.”
“I hope so.”
He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. As he did, his hand moved between her legs to massage and finger her pussy. While he probed my wife’s mouth with his tongue, his eyes remained open and focused on me.
I wasn’t sure if I was being challenged or what, but it was obvious that he didn’t care about what I thought. Ethan had fucked my wife, seemingly repeatedly, and obviously intended to continue fucking her whether I wanted him to or not. I blinked in surprise when he broke the kiss and gave me a quick upward nod of dismissal.
Not knowing what else to do, I retreated downstairs, went out to my car, pulled out of the driveway, and drove to the end of the block to wait. Little more than twenty minutes later, I saw him leave the house and get in his car and without even looking around for me, he took off.
Still somewhat dazed by everything, I sighed heavily and waited another few minutes before driving back home.
“Jess, honey! I’m home!”
“Well, this is a surprise,” she said as she quickly descended the stairs.
She looked as calm and put together as always and if I hadn’t seen her getting fucked, I would never have known it happened. We pressed our lips together in greeting and the kiss deepened when she pressed against me and felt my hard dick, in my pants. Involuntarily, I moaned into her mouth and wondered how much of what I was tasting was Ethan.
“We’ve got some time before the kids get home,” she said and grabbed my hand to lead me upstairs.
“Jess, are you sure?” I asked, knowing what just had happened.
“Yes. It’s been weeks since I’ve been with my husband.”
In the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and had me stand between her legs while she opened my pants and took my hard dick into her mouth. After a quick, teasing blowjob, she laid back and spread her legs for me.
It wasn’t until I was inside her that I realized she felt looser than she should. She didn’t gape around me or feel unpleasant, it just was not what I was used to. There was also a warm slickness inside her that I knew had nothing to do with her pussy being wet for me. The idea that I was having sloppy seconds from Ethan who had fucked my wife annoyed me but I was so far gone with my need for release that it didn’t matter.
Thinking about my wife’s moans and whimpers as Ethan hammered her, was enough for me to empty my load into my wife. I collapsed onto Jessica, feeling sadness and absolutely no relief.
“I love you, Jess,” I said as I leaned over and kissed my wife on the cheek.
I loved her more than anything in the world but didn’t know what to do about her infidelity. For the moment, I knew I had to let it go and at least have the illusion of a happy marriage.
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