#Cheating #Cuckold #Pregnancy
Coach Cooper drills plays and pussies, catching the eyes of moms at their sons’ football practice. This story is one one bored housewife’s awakening
Anne Hartman scooped up her keys and wallet as she fumbled with a handful of fruit snacks and stuffed them all into her purse. “We’re gonna be late for school, you boys get down here!” she cried out to her three sons. Anne was a soft and sweet 37 year old blonde with beautiful DD cup breasts and a plump bottom that bounced playfully from side to side when she was racing back and forth accross the house on mornings like this one, trying to corral her boys to get to school before she started her own day.
Anne pulled her sunglasses out from her bag and perched them up on her head. She paused in the kitchen to fill her little pink thermos with hot coffee. She spilled a drop on her hand and winced from the pain of the scalding drink. She brought her hand to her mouth and gently sucked on her finger where she had been burned. Today just wasn’t going Anne’s way. Anne and her husband had been distant for the last year and they hadn’t been intimate in almost six months. Anne’s husband, Bradley Hartman, had been neck deep in work for the last year and would only ever talk about the big contract he was leading at his company. Bradley worked as an architect and was designing a railway system for a major airport. It was a huge challenge that left him exhausted most days. While emotionally and physically exhausted, he had unintentionally neglected to service his wife properly and left it to her to satisfy herself. With their three boys, Anne struggled to find time to be alone. She needed release now more than ever, and to make matters worse, she had been awoken that morning from a recurring dream she had been having right when things were starting to get good.
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For months, Anne had been infatuated with her boys’ new head football coach and had fantasized about having her way with him since she first laid eyes on him. He was a large and very imposing man, with thick hairy arms and enormous calves who had been into powerlifting in his younger years. When Anne had first met him she was taken aback by how he had talked to her. She was picking her boys up from 6th grade football practice and had gone out onto the field to talk to one of the other moms. Coach Theodore Cooper, or “Coop”, as he was casually called by a few of the more adventurous mothers, approached Anne and introduced himself. He was holding a clipboard in one hand and waved to Anne with the other as he approached her. Next to Coach Cooper, the clear plastic neon-green clipboard looked more like a Post-It note. “Ah, Mrs. Hartman!”, he greeted her warmly as he approached. She smiled at him sweetly as her eyes traced him up and down. “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Hartman. I’m Coach Cooper, but you can just call me Coop. I’ll be coaching your sons this season”. Anne locked eyes with Coach Cooper and immediately her mind began racing. She hadn’t expected to feel so flustered like this out of the blue. He reached out to gently take her hand and Anne felt like a delicate china doll. She couldn’t focus as she felt herself getting warm. Her husband Bradley was a good man, but he wasn’t large or imposing at all, and even Anne was taller than her husband when she wore high heels. Anne clumsily blurted out the first thing that came to her. “I’m sure theyre in good hands then, Coop.”
Anne immediately cringed internally and felt herself blush as she broke eye contact with Coach Cooper. That had come out wrong. Anne wanted to make a good impression with the Coach, not flirt with him casually like some sort of bimbo. She tried to think of something to say to move the conversation along. “My boys tell me you’re a great leader. I think they look up to you.” Anne couldn’t help but pay an earnest compliment to the man. If that was flirting, then fuck it. Her husband had never taught her boys anything about sports and avoided physical activity all together. Anne loved him for his positive attitude, ambition and great sense of humor. She found him very cute in his own way. Coach Cooper fulfilled a more primal wish she had for her boys, though. He was more of an authority figure. In all seriousness, Anne thought, her boys could use some discipline anyway. Anne thought she could use some discipline too. A dumb grin spread across her face as she imagined that.
“…yesssssss-s-ss”…”
Her mind couldve wandered there for hours if Coach Cooper hadn’t replied.
“Shucks, thank you Mrs Hartman! That’s very kind of you to say, sweetheart.”
Anne’s heart fluttered and her stomach jumped into her chest. Her eyes widened and she giggled reflexively.
“Shucks yourself, Mr. Cooper!” Anne smiled warmly and felt like she was a tenager again. A little flirting never hurt anyone.
Anne could feel Coach Cooper’s eyes moving across her body, so she turned briefly to call out to her youngest son, Alex. “Go get your brothers Alex, we’re heading to dinner!” Anne let Cooper’s eyes explore her body unsupervised as she bent down to wave at her 11 year old son. She squatted down and stuck her bottom out as he ran over to see her. Behind her, Cooper undressed Anne with his eyes as she asked her son how practice was. Anne’s friend, Molly Baker, approached to say hello to her friend and neigbor. She looked knowingly at Coach Cooper and grinned like the cat that ate the canary. Cooper chuckled and looked away awkwardly.
“Coop”, Molly addressed him, still smiling.
“Mrs. Baker.” Teddy replied sheepishly, holding his tiny clipboard in both hands. He suddenly looked like a little boy with Molly Baker silently taunting him.
“Ladies, yall have a nice evening…” Cooper said before retreating to the Gatorade barrels. He was quite a sight, seeming to hide behind the orange barrels but being much too large to hide behind anything less than an F-250.
Molly practically skipped over to Anne. She enjoyed getting to watch two adults being animals for a moment. “Hiya Annie!” Molly said sweetly. She was a friendly girl, tall and slender with a bubbly personality. Anne and Molly had been in highschool together and grown up in town with their families being close.
“Hey Molly! Whats up girlfriend?” Anne and Molly hugged and Anne’s other two boys, Jonothan and Pascal came up dragging their bags ful of gear across the grass. Alex and Pascal started teasing each other about something. Anne was watching them when Molly leaned in and whispered to Anne.
“Whaddya think his dick feels like?” Molly’s eyes beamed and she practically licked her lips. Anne turned bright red. She immediately started stammering. I-uh, I- uh-haha- erm-” she stuttered and glowed like a cherry tomato. Anne tried to speak, but couldn’t find her breath. Molly giggled and patted her on the back “bless your heart, sweet girl!”, Molly said chuckling. Anne glared at Molly now. “Ya know Molly, we can’t all be thinking about getting dick all the time like you do”, Anne whispered to her firend coyly.
2 of Anne’s boys were roughhousing on the grass now. Pascal was looking at a small flower that had sprung up at the edge of the field.
Molly moved closer to Anne and put an arm around her bringing her closer. “I’m gonna go suck on Coach’s fat cock later tonight… I could invite you along with me, if you wanted”. Anne felt flushed and could feel herself burning up inside.
Molly was Anne’s childhood best friend. Ever since they were in high school together, Molly had been a red hot slut. Anne and Molly had gotten married around the same time, about 15 years ago. Anne had always been faithful to Bradely, but Molly had always fucked like a wild animal and could never be satisfied exclusively within her mairriage. She was a loving wife and mother and took good care of her family. She had two daughters with her husband and one boy with another man. Her husband was oblivious to her sexual escapades, mostly because they had more sex than most healthy faithful couples. She held no contempt for her husband, Jack. He took good care of her and so she took good care of him. Molly was living the dream. She was able to satisfy all her appetites – that of being a loving mother, a loving wife, and a filthy whore. Anne had at one time been jealous of her for that, and in return Molly always kept the door open to bring her friend in on any of her flings if she desired.
Anne looked at Coach Cooper from where she and Molly stood and thought about what sort of things he was going to be doing to Molly soon. Truth be told, the thought of her friend being dominated by a man other than her husband was extremely arousing to Anne. Jack was a good guy, but…
“Hey mom can we get pizza for dinner tonight?” Molly’s son Jason had appeared and was tugging at Molly’s shirt.
“We’ll see sweetheart, you’ll have to ask your dad. Mommy is catching a flight to Dallas tonight for a big meeting in the morning, but maybe you and dad can have a pizza-movie night??” She tussled Jason’s hair.
“Yeah!” he exclaimed. Molly pulled Anne aside and said to her “just let me know if you want Coop to take any videos to send you later. We’ll be busy drilling footbal plays all night, just text me if you wanna peek at homegirl and the quarterback.” Molly winked and stuck her tongue out.
Anne rolled her eyes in mock disgust. “Ew, barf!” she said in mock disgust and loaded her kids into the family car. Her pussy was soaking wet. Since then, whenever Anne masturbated, it was always to the mental image of Molly and Cooper together, Molly’s naked pink body pressed against her son’s football coach while she massaged his cock with both hands and kissed him passionately. Then when she dreamed about Cooper, Molly wasn’t there at all, but had been replaced by Anne herself, pussy eager and body willing. She would do anything for Coop. She would even let him…
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*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*
Anne awoke to the alarm clock flustered and sweating. She smashed the snooze button the way she wished someone would smash her right then. Her husband grumbled, still asleep. Anne raced to shower, get dressed, put her makeup on and make sure her boys were doing the same. Minus the makeup anyway. Anne scooped up her keys and wallet and fumbled with a handful of fruit snacks before shoving them all into her purse. She then burned her hand on the coffe and cursed the coffee pot under her breath.
Anne corralled her boys into the SUV and drove through the nightmare traffic of the school zone and waited half an hour just to get her boys to the drop off zone. She kissed Pascal goodbye, the only boy who would still allow her to do so, and began to pull out of the parking lot back onto the street. That was when she saw Coach Cooper running laps around the track beside the school. Being a full time mom, Anne didn’t have any place she needed to be, so with only the best of intentions, she pulled into the small lot by the track and turned off the car, stepping out into the cool fall air. She didn’t know especially what she would do when she saw him, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Coop all morning. Her dream had been so rudely interrupted after all. The least she could do is ask Cooper to join her for breakfast if he wanted to. After all, he looked hot and sweaty and tired enough to eat a horse. She imagined cooking him breakfast in her home and pouring him a tall glass of cold orange juice. She would let him sit at Bradleys seat and watch him eat a meal fit for a king that she had prepared for him lovingly. Then, after he had his fill, he could toss her up over his shoulder and carry her over to her marriage bed and –
“Mrs, Hartman!”
Anne snapped back to reality. It was equally as unpleasant as being rudely awakened by her alarm clock. It was not Coach Cooper who had called out to her. It was someone else. A grating voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard in that moment.
“Mrs Hartman!” the voice cried out again.
Anne turned to see a short fat bald man wheezing and coughing as he marched up the hill in sweatpants and a windbreaker. A colorful headband with the iconic nike swoosh adorned his bright red scalp. It was the school principal.
“Oh, hello Mr. Paulsen”. Anne tried to be cordial and sound pleasant. It took all her effort. “What brings you all the way over here this morning?”
“Don’t patronize me woman. I’m here for my health. I may not look it but I’m perfectly capable of walking every bit as much as any other faculty on this campus. Truth is, my doctor is forcing me to walk 3 miles every day for my ‘health’ or some nonesense. Says if I dont change my habits my arteries will harden from too much junk food and inactivity.”
“I see” Anne stated flatly.
“There you go patronizing me again, woman. I’m this close to- do you know what your Pascal was sent to me for the other day?”
Anne swallowed hard. Mr. Paulsen was the meanest principal she or her family had ever met. He had made it his personal mission to accost and antagonize Anne’s youngest son ever since he started going to school there. He was barely 10 years old. Anne wished Mr. Paulsen would cut him some slack. He was a good boy.
“Turns out he’s been drawing again. Cartoons, all day long. Neglecting his studies so that he can do silly drawings in the margins of his notebooks. He has journals full of them. Not his studies, you can be sure of that, but silly little cartoons he draws for his friends. I won’t stand for this level of disrespect of our faculty and our institution.”
“I will speak to him” Anne choked out. She had encouraged Pascal to make comics over the summer after he had shown interest in starting a comics company with two of his 5th grade classmates. He had a lot of talent, she thought.
“Well you had better talk to him! If I hear he’s neglecting one more of his classes for this tripe I’ll have him sent to in school suspension for the rest of the year. It isn’t fair that one bad apple should-”
Anne could feel her blood pressure rising, she was about to lash out at this point. No one talked about her son like that, much less within earshot of his mother. She was about to call him a weird little freak when Mr. Paulsen’s tirade was cut short by another voice coming from behind them.
“Mrs. Hartman!” This voice was more pleasant. In fact, it was like music.
Anne turned to see Cooper jogging over to them. She beamed as her knight unknowingly came to her rescue.
“Mrs. Hartman, what are you doing here?” Coach Cooper asked, smiling and fighting to catch his breath. He was clearly trying to pretend like he hadnt broken a sweat but it was obvious he needed to take a rest anyway. Perfect timing.
“Oh, I think Mr. Paulsen here and I were just finishing a little parent teacher thing” Anne said, her voice showing little interest in Mr. Paulsen or his ranting. She turned his attention to Coach Cooper. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned. “You looked really great out there on the track” Anne said. She stepped closer to Cooper and walked a circle around him briskly, looking him over from all around, making sure her features bounced and swayed a little as she complimented her hero.
Mr. Paulsen rolled his eyes and fidgeted uncomfortably. Anne continued. “You look like you could use a fresh squeezed glass of orange juice” Anne said, and to really sell it, she even ran a hand over one of Cooper’s large round biceps. “Wow, you really know how to take great care of what you got” Anne said, sensuality dripping from every word. At that point, she instinctively looked towards his dick, which was starting to flex noticeably through his shorts. Anne’s eyes darted back away from it. She felt like she had maybe gone too far with that one. She felt dirty, and she felt like she was betraying Bradley. “Just keep up the show, girl” she thought to herself. After Mr. Paulsen had made Pascals life miserable fro the last 4 months, she was going to make damn sure to emasculate the bully principal as much as she could with the time she had.
It turned out that time was up.
“Baaah!” Mr Paulsen snorted as he waddled past them, making his way awkwardly to the track to begin his equally awkward shuffle around it.
Anne looked down at her shoes now. “Sorry about that Coop, it’s a long story. I guess I kinda used you just now. I’m gonna get back on the road…” She turned to make her way back to her car.
“Hey Annie”. Anne stopped, he had never called her that before. “How about you and I get that class of orange juice, I’m parched.”
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Coach Cooper helped Anne into his truck and drove the two of them back to his mobile home a few miles from the school. While Anne was climbing into the truck and Cooper was going around to the driver side, she unbuttoned a few of the buttons on her blouse letting her breasts spill out a little. Once again, Cooper was making her feel like a teenager again. She loved it, but she didnt know what was going to happen when he got her in his kitchen. Annie had been faithful to Bradley for 15 years. Was she really going to throw that away now? Anne couldnt figure out what to feel. She had the one thing she wanted right next to here and soon he would be taking her into his house. She would let him do whatever he wanted. She wouldn’t instigate, but if he started doing something she wouldn’t stop him. That was fair. Bradley wouldn’t need to know. She started thinking about the ring on her finger at this point. Should she take it off? Had Cooper seen it? Would he care? At that moment, Anne caught Cooper looking at her chest while he drove them. He immediately redirected his attention to the road, but it was too late. Anne’s chest started to get hotter so she opened her blouse the rest of the way. That got Coop’s attention. He stared at her big soft tits, hitting potholes where he could to watch the damn things bounce and jiggle. Anne spread her legs, inviting Cooper to do what he wanted.
Cooper reached over and put one massive hand on Annies warm, soft thigh. He rubbed and squeezed her thigh gently. Slowly, Cooper moved his hand up to Annies pussy, petting it through her jeans like his well behaved pet. He unbuttoned her waistband and tugged down on her zipper. Anne wiggled in her seat and pulled her pants down. Cooper’s fingers were massive. He pulled her black lace panties down and started massaging her clit. Annie gripped both armrests tightly and arched her back, lifting her hips upward towards Cooper’s thick wet fingers. One finger slipped in and it made her gasp for air. She and Molly had done a lot of fucking in high school before getting married to their husbands and Anne started moaning and thrusting her hips without thinking. Her teenage instincts were kicking back in. Molly would be proud. “I cant wait to tell Molly we fucked” Anne said in blissful daze. She was completely dick drunk for the first time in 15 years. She was in paradise. Cooper looked Annie over and thought to himself that it would be fun to do to her what he’d been doing to Molly for the last few months. That reminded him.
“Hey sweetheart, you’re Molly’s friend, right?” Coach Cooper asked Anne. Anne wasn’t responding to questions at this point. The married pussy sitting next to him just breathed heavily, rolling her hips as Cooper fingerbanged her deep and hard. Anne gasped and started spasming, cumming hard all over the Coaches fingers. She started whimpering and covered her face as she moaned.
“I asked you a question, momma” Cooper insisted. Anne’s glazed eyes roamed around the cab as her head spun. The entire car seemed to be spinning. “You’re Molly’s friend, right girl?” Cooper asked again.
A wide grin appeared on Anne’s face as the question registered with her. “Oh shit Cooper, what did you do to her? She said you were gonna give her a good hard mouth fucking. How bad did you ruin her?” Anne felt like she was on some incredible love drug. This must have been how Molly felt every weekend.
“Molly’s my girl. She’s a sweet peach. She told me her son doesnt even belong to her husband. Makes sense. He plays footbal too well to belong to that husband of hers.” He chuckled to himself. “I’m joking, I’m joking!… well, I’m not actually, but, oh well. Sounded too mean after I said it but I guess thats just what it is. Shit haha, don’t tell her I siad that, ok? She’s a good girl.”
Anne smiled and thought about the good old days with Molly. They had shared boyfriends back then too. Now they were sharing their kid’s football coach. It used to be the whole football team, now the football coach. Being a good girl for 15 years had been hard on Annie. She looked down at her coach’s dick and saw it was about to burst out of his shorts. She leaned forward and started tugging at his waistband desperately trying to free his gorgeous member. Cooper grabbed Anne by her hair and pulled her head over his lap. She started trying to wrap her mouth around the big hot mound rising up from his shorts.She playfully closed her teeth on it gently and made eye contact with Cooper.
“Alright girly, we’re here. I hope your pussy is as hungry as my cock is.”
Anne was surprised to find they were already at the coaches mobile home. She had been looking forward to giving road head again. So many memories were flooding back and filling her head. Disappointingly, feeling began returning to Anne’s legs. She knew the coach would fix that. She looked out the window and saw they were parked under a carport alongside a couple Harley Davidson motorcycles. Anne was all nerves now, her heart was racing and she had butterflies in her stomach. If she didn’t resist now, she was going to be bred by her son’s football coach. She thought about Bradley. She thought about 15 good years together. He didn’t have to know. But she would know. Now or never. She wouldn’t even allow herself to think about her boys. This was a choice for the adults to make. Cooper opened her door and Anne looked at him and smiled like a kid in a candy store. “Come here girl, I’ll carry you.” Cooper was such a gentleman. Anne was glad she wouldn’t have to use her legs yet. They still weren’t quite back to normal and she knew they were about to be turned into mush all over again. And so her mind was made up. Sometimes she would be shared. Molly would be able to teach her so much. Anne couldn’t wait. Class was about to be in session.
Anne rode Cooper into his home piggyback. She playfully tried to hump his back as he took her inside. He groaned at the gesture and she giggled. “Damn girl, you changed real quick.” Cooper chuckled. “You’re a wildchild.” Cooper placed her down on the couch. It was a nice place. Very quaint, but homey. A nice tv, some hand-me-down furniture, an ash tray with the remainders of a hundred joints in it and a bowl full of condoms on the coffee table. There were a few motorcycle magazines strewn across the coffee table and lots of polaroids in a tray. Anne took a look at them and started laying them out flat on the coffee table. Cooper opened a couple beers in the next room and brought one in for Annie. “Cheers babe” he said, and took a big swig. Anne started drinking her beer and taking in the contents of the photos. There were a few pictures Cooper had taken of Molly sucking Cooper off, but the vast majority of around 30 pictures were graphic creampies Cooper had dumped into Molly or some of the other moms from practice. “Cooooop!!” Anne exclaimed. “You can take one of those if you want” Cooper teased her. “I know you guys are close.” “Go get your camera!” Anne squealed. She wanted a souvenir.
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Cooper placed his camera on the coffee table and stood in front of Anne who was seated on his couch. “Alright…” Anne said. “Lets see the steed I get to ride..” She licked her lips and pulled down on his waistband. Anne pulled down and could see the thick shaft of Cooper’s fat veiny fuck muscle. It was long enough she had to pull his shorts off completely just to get it free. Anne was unprepared for how it would hit her. Literally. Cooper dropped his 10 inch shaft directly down on her forehead with a thud. Anne froze. Molly had gotten this whole thing down her throat. The photos did not lie. Anne expected it to be close to Bradleys size. She was suddenly afraid Cooper was about to ruin her for her husband. Bradley would know if Cooper rearranged her that badly. Things just got very real. Anne resolved to do what Cooper wanted. She was going to follow through and not waver on that. Anne looked up and started to suck on a flap of skin from around Cooper’s shaft. Cooper picked up his camera and took Annie’s picture. The flash went off and when the photo developed all the way, Anne had started working the fat mushroom head into her mouth. Cooper exhaled deeply. He loved the cool feeling of metal on his dick where Anne handled it with her wedding ring. She closed her eyes and Cooper took her head in his hand. He slowly shoved more and more of his meat into this little housewife’s mouth. She had plump, warm lips. Such a great feeling to get this little married bitch throating him and fighting for air. Minutes later, Anne had mascara streaming down her cheeks and she looked into Cooper’s eyes with a “how can you do this to me?” look on her face. He took her picture again. She loved it.
After shooting a hot thick load of baby butter right into her stomach, Cooper slid his dick out and slapped it down on Annes face. Anne belonged to Cooper now. This was so much more intense than she had expected. She thought she would maintain some semblance of control. She suspected she might not let Cooper come inside. That was behind her now. This was Anne now. “What the hell happened to your wife, Bradley?” she thought. She smiled.
Anne had her big bouncy tits out now and climbed onto Cooper’s lap. She straddled his dick and using all her weight, Anne lowered her pussy ony Cooper’s big fuck muscle. Her tight pussy was cleaved slowly and a minute later, Coop bottomed out it her pussy. She had never tried to ride a dick that big, and so Anne wasn’t experienced with the propper technique to get her pussy bounching right. She awkwardly tried to hump it and could’nt get very much lift. Cooper, bemused by Annie trying to figure out how to cover his cock with her tiny pussy, watched with a big grin on his face. He grimaced and bit his tongue. He was being cocky, truth was Annie’s pussy was sucking on his head like a vacuum cleaner. It felt awesome, Cooper thought.
Cooper decided it was time to do Anne doggystyle after she tried to ride him with mixed success. “Let daddy take the wheel, babygirl”. Cooper marveled at Anne’s round, perfect pink ass. He slapped his dick down on it. He slapped her ass around a bit while hotdogging her buns. His meat went past the small of her back. If he had wanted, he could ruin her married pussy. He could own this bitch. Anne moaned and squirmed under his cock. Hee took her hips in his hands and lifted his dick up off her back. He directed the head into her quivering pussy lips.
“You want me to use a condom?” Cooper asked.
Anne clenched her fists and closed her eyes tight. She dared not say a word. As part of her agreement with her past self, the choice wanst hers. It was up to Cooper. What he wanted, he would get.
“Huh? Ok… yeah, no condom haha.”
An immesnse weight was lifted from Anne’s heart. There was no going back now. She looked back and grinned at Cooper. He saw and decided she deserved a good spank. Anne felldown off her elbows in pain and her pussy contracted around his shaft. Cooper picked up her lower half and started bouncing her fat ass off his lap. He bottomed out in her and couldn’t slap her ass flush into his lap that way he could with Molly, so he just picked her bottom up offthe couch and started fucking her pussy like a wheelbarrow. Anne’s mind went blank and she clawed at the couch cushions like a banshee. Cooper grabbed her by her hair and watched her fat ass bounce like a jello mold while he tiger fucked her harder and faster than any of her boyfriends from her teenage years. He fucked her harder and better than her useless husband ever could. Her mind was blank now, she saw spots, she made animal noises she wan’t aware she was making and her pussy became a second mouth to suck cock with. Her pussy swallowed up a pound of spunk and it all ended up in her womb, the hungriest part of Annies body. Cooper grunted loudly and angrily. His dick exploded into his new married pussy fucktoy and ruined her husband for her forever. Cooper took another picture with Annie still plugged from his cock. He pulled the fat thing out and took a second picture of her gaping hole. He remarked that her ass looked like a glazed donut. If she had been able to hear him, she would’ve liked that.
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Annie pulled up to the football field and parked her car in the shade. Bradley was with her now. He had finally gotten some help on his building contract and was able to take a step back and dedicate more time to family. The sex came flowing back into their marriage and the anxiety they both felt was gone. The hardest thing now was finding time to sneak away from the kids and fuck, but they managed to do that well enough. Anne and Bradley had been doing so much better that Anne was quickly pregnant with another child. Bradley was ecstatic to be having a girl. He had always wanted that after 3 boys, and Anne was so happy for him.
After parking the car, Anne and Bradley brought out folding chairs and a bbq grill. Bradley started grilling burgers for dinner as the lights came on over the field. It was the first JV game of the season. Molly and her husband, Jack, came over to join them for a burger and Anne gave them both a beer. Anne quietly slipped Molly a couple polaroid photos and Molly bit her lip. “Congratulations on the newest member of your family” Molly said. Anne smiled. “Thanks Molly. Coach thinks your son is our secret weapon out there tonight…” she said.
“Makes sense” Molly replied quietly. “His dad was once our Homecoming King and Varsity Left Tackle in high school. Why do you think I signed him up for football to begin with?”
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