The Football Coach’s Wife (Part 1)

My husband, Bill, was the coach for the local high school football team. He also happens to be one of the most influential coaches when it comes to making recommendations for scholarships and other things that high school football plays work so hard to secure when looking to continue their football career in college. Being the coach’s wife also meant that I was around a lot of hot, young football studs. The boys would come over on a regular basis, either for tips from my husband or just to hang out and get in Bill’s good graces.

I have to admit that I did enjoy seeing all those muscular boys. I never saw so many six-pack abs and tight bubble butts in my life. They were even hotter in their uniforms, which i got to see when I went to the games with my husband. He’d be down on the field, of course, and I’d be there in the stands cheering on the team. It was a nice arrangement and it gave me plenty to fantasize about. Yes, there were times when Bill would be fucking me and my mind would drift off all those muscular boys and those amazing asses and bulging biceps.

One time, I was looking for my husband after a game and I walked right into the locker room. The game just ended, so I didn’t think the guys would be naked already. I was certainly in for a surprise. I went into the locker room and saw plenty of cock and ass. I did find my husband too, but I was honestly amazed that the boys made no attempt to hide anything.

This one young man named Dylan – I knew his name because he was one of the ones who always came over our house for advice from Coach Bill, as he was affectionately known – was exceptionally impressive. He had a huge piece of meat swinging between his legs that looked more like a third leg even though it was still soft. The twins, Mark and Jacob, were definitely alike in every way from what I saw. Then, I glanced over into the shower area and saw a row of young men with semi-hard to hard cocks with water dripping off their muscular football player bodies. It was a sight to behold.

A few days later, Bill was attending some meeting at the high school and I was home alone. There was a knock on the door.

“Hey, Mrs. H,” the young man at the door said when I answered it.

“Dylan, nice to see you,” I said while inviting the 17-year-old stud inside.

“My husband isn’t here right now,” I said.

“I know, I came to see you,” Dylan said as he came inside the living room.

He looked hot wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Have a seat,” I said was I went to get Dylan a bottle of water.

“I was wondering if you could do me a favor,” Dylan said while sipping the water I handed him.

“What kind of a favor,” I asked.

“Maybe you could put in a good word,” Dylan said while sitting back on the couch and spreading his legs.

“I’m not sure I’m all that influential, but I’ll see what I can do,” I said.

“Maybe I can do a little something for you,” Dylan said while leaning in towards me.

“Dylan,” was all I could manage to say before I noticed a bulge springing to life in his sweatpants.

“This isn’t really appropriate,” I attempted to protest.

“I heard you showed Mark and Jacob a good time and they secured a football scholarship a few days later,” Dylan said.

I was surprised that he knew about that. I didn’t intend to let Mark and Jacob fuck me, but they kept insisting that I could urge my husband to put in a good word for them. As a joke I told them that I would use my influence if they gave me a good fuck. Before I knew it, the twin football studs were in my bedroom with their huge cocks buried inside of me. I was amazed at their stamina. They both came four times each while my husband was spending the day helping his brother put a new deck on his house. When Bill got home, I casually mentioned that Mark and Jacob asked me to put in a good word to him. Obviously, i left out the part about how about the mind-blowing sex.

“I could go to the principal and report you,” Dylan said as he took off his t-shirt.

I tried to fight the urge, but I was mesmerized by the sight of Dylan’s pecs and six-pack abs as he stood up and eased his sweatpants down to reveal a well-stuffed pair of light grey briefs with a black waistband. I knew he wouldn’t really say anything, but there was pang of doubt though. Even though Dylan was 16 years old and that was the age of consent, I knew it wouldn’t look good if it came out that I was fucking guys on the football team in exchange for using my influence with my husband.

“You’re not going to say anything,” I asked.

“Nope, not if you do your part. Plus you get a hot fuck out of it,” Dylan said while patting his engorged cock through his briefs.

“How do I know it’s worth it,” I said.

“Let’s see what you say in a minute,” Dylan said.

With a smile he pulled his briefs down and off. His huge cock smacked against his rock hard abs and hoovered right in front of my face. I automatically took his swollen mushroom head into my mouth as Dylan let out a gasp.

“Do we have a deal babe,” Dylan said as he closed his eyes while I started easing his monster cock down my throat.

All I could do was nod since my mouth was full of cock. It wasn’t long before Dylan had manged to get me upstairs to the bedroom. His 9 1/2 inch cock (I measured it with a tape measure I found in a sewing kit I had out on the table downstairs) was slamming in and out of me with so much force that the bed was literally banging against the wall. I was surprised that he was still going after nearly an hour. We were both dripping with sweat when Dylan finally shot a huge load of warm cum inside of me. After taking a minute to catch his breath, Dylan went downstairs to get his clothes. I slipped on a robe and followed him.

“So, we have a deal,” Dylan asked with a smile with his hand on the front door knob.

“Yes, I’ll do what I can,” I said as Dylan left.

When Bill came home later, I casually mentioned Dylan. He told me that he had planned to recommend him for a scholarship anyway.