The Lacrosse Coach And My Hotwife Part One - Sex Stories

The Lacrosse Coach And My Hotwife Part One

... super discreet. I don’t even know if he wants to fuck me yet, although we did talk after practice. I promise we can keep this between the three of us. Baby, I need to taste his dick. I need to swallow his cum. His name is Cole Collins, he’s from Texas and he is so beautiful. He is exactly the kind of man you want to give me to baby. He’s too perfect not to have fun with. He looks like a Greek god male model. Please, sir. I am begging you. My pussy is yours to control, please release me to Cole. I need him to own my pussy for a little while too.”

There is nothing on earth that I like more than my wife fucking other men, and her being so wildly into this guy had me thinking with my dick more than my brain. Her words set a fire deep inside me that feels like nothing else on earth. By now she knows exactly the words I want to hear, and she loves to say them and see me react.

“Of course, my baby can fuck who she wants.”

She melted into me on our bed, we were both burning up with a deeper level of passion and love than most couples will ever know. We fucked for two hours before falling asleep in each other’s arms, my cum slowly leaking from her pussy for hours after the three loads I put deep inside her. When I cum in her I am marking her. Like an animal. She’s mine.

We made a plan for the next day. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see my wife Alexis make her play for Cole the lacrosse coach. And she wanted me to see it all. What a fucking incredible wife she is.

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... watched from my car in the parking lot, where a lot of dads and moms watched practice. Others sit in fold-up chairs right next to the field. Alexis looked so fucking hot. She was wearing super tight yoga pants and a sports bra, showing off her DD tits, her tiny waist, her long legs, and her perfect bubble ass. It left little to the imagination.

It was nearly 100 degrees in the sun, and I recognized Cole right away. Holy fuck. My first thought was–um what have I done–can I compete with that?

He was wearing lacrosse shorts and a tank top that might as well have not even been there. He looked like a third Hemsworth brother.

Alexis has a type: that 90s Abercrombie-looking dude. White. Shoulders to waist like a V. Face like a male model but some stubble or light beard is a plus, square jaw, body like an NFL tight end, 6’3”-6’6” 210-240 lbs preferred. Zero chest hair and perfect pecs, heavy and broad. Six pack. Bubble butt. Thick quads. Big feet. Some tattoos are a plus. Man bun is a plus. Dominant, cocky attitude is a must.

I didn’t know Cole’s story, but he looked like one hell of an athlete. Even just moving around with the kids you can tell an alpha athlete. His gait, how he carries his shoulders, how he sets his feet. The guy was a stud. Short blonde hair, six four or six five easy. Just like Alexis said, he was a full ten, maybe an eleven. And he smiled with the confidence of a man who’s been used to getting his way just by pointing his looks and charisma in any ...