My Wife and the Cross-Country Team

Literotic asexstories – My Wife and the Cross-Country Team by ScottGreen,ScottGreen
Author’s note: This is one of my shorter stories; light on background and heavy on action. There’s still a buildup, but less than I normally use.

The story contains hot-wife and group sex themes. You’ve been warned.

And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.

I never considered myself to be sexually adventurous. I’m not a prude by any means, just vanilla. Give me a little foreplay, missionary, and some pillow talk, and I’m a happy man. Besides, the use of ‘vanilla’ as an insult makes no sense to me. Vanilla is a fantastic flavor and goes well with just about anything. Classics are classics for a reason.

But as it turns out, I’m not actually vanilla. I just hadn’t tasted the right alternative flavors yet.

My name is Tony. I’m a 32-year-old collegiate cross-country coach—a fact that will become very relevant later. I’ve been married to my beautiful wife Leslie for over five years, and our relationship continues to be stable, playful, and mutually supportive. We’re both lifelong runners, appropriately meeting for the first time at a high school track meet. After hitting it off, we exchanged numbers and began talking… although we didn’t actually start dating until we were in college. By fate, we happened to attend the same one, so we were able to see plenty of each other. The rest was history.

Leslie is my age, but she’s often mistaken for a much younger woman. She’s barely five feet tall, and although she is as curvy as would be expected for a woman in her thirties, strangers have been known to shoot me judgmental looks when they see us together. Besides her height, she also has a very sincere, innocent-looking face, which only increases her youthful appearance. Once she opens her mouth, though, the illusion of her being overly young shatters. She’s quick-witted and can be a spitfire. More than one stranger has regretted their judgmental looks once Leslie went after them.

My cross-country team absolutely loved her. They immediately respected her for being a fellow runner, but Leslie also accompanied me to our races to support the team. She yelled and cheered just as enthusiastically as I did, and I know the boys appreciated it. The fact that she was attractive and young-looking probably helped too.

Some of the cockier boys would even comment how jealous they were of me, but I think all of them were too respectful—or too scared—to say anything so bold to her directly. I didn’t mind the comments myself. After all, they were right. They should be jealous.

I’d been coaching at the college for a couple years by this point. It was a smaller college—Division II—but we did have some talented runners. I’d molded them well over the years, and against the odds, we qualified for the championship race for the first time in the school’s history. Suddenly, we were on the NCAA map.

All of us, including Leslie, were ecstatic. The two of us and the team flew out to the hosting city, where we rented an Airbnb for us and a few rooms at a nearby hotel for the boys. The day of the race, we all gathered together for a final motivational push.

I put on my best Coach-voice.

“Listen boys, this is your last chance to show how hard you’ve worked this year. No matter how today goes, you’ve given people a reason to notice us, and nobody can take that away from you. You should be incredibly proud of yourselves. I know I am. We could come in dead last today, and I’d still feel the same way.”

I paused for effect.

“But why settle for last? We’ve made waves just making it here, but why not try for more? Could you imagine how crazy it would be if you managed to place in the top half? Or even the top three? People would be talking about it for decades; how this small university exploded onto the cross-country scene out of nowhere… and now they were championship contenders. You all would be legends.”

Sounds of agreement from the team.

Then Zach, our team captain, spoke up. “But what if we actually win? Like the whole thing? Do we get anything special? Maybe Ms. Leslie can buy us all dinner?”

Zach was one of the boys who liked to remind me how lucky I was to be married to Leslie. I looked at him, amused.

“You guys have come a long way, don’t get me wrong. But this is the championship. I don’t have to tell you it’s the toughest competition you’ve ever faced. You would need to have the best runs of your lives to stand a chance of winning. But I’ll tell you what. If you somehow pull it off, I’ll do better than have Ms. Leslie buy you dinner. I’ll have her flash you.”

I meant it as an off-color joke, but the boys immediately started jeering wildly. Joke or not, they were riled up now. I counted myself lucky that Leslie was already further up the course, setting up at the half-way point to cheer them on. Still, I felt a bit guilty for offering her up as a prize, even in jest. But it’s not like we had a chance of actually winning. It was just some harmless motivation at the end of a stellar season.

How wrong I was.

**

Several hours later, Leslie and I had returned to our Airbnb, simultaneously exhausted and exhilarated. Between some incredible times from our team and uncharacteristically poor performances from other teams, we did it. We had won the championship. Our small school defied the odds, dominating the field during its very first appearance. It was a once-in-a-generation moment.

Four of the boys were celebrating with us at the house: Zach, Randall, John, and Cody. The other boys had wanted to spend the evening exploring the town, but these four decided to hang with us instead. At first, I assumed they’d hoped for free alcohol, but looking back, I wondered if they were thinking about Leslie and the promise I’d made.

The six of us spent an hour or so laughing and hanging out around the kitchen/dining area. Leslie was on my lap to free up an additional seat; an arrangement I was plenty fine with, especially when she started teasing me gently with small hip movements. Apparently, the excitement in the air had gotten to her in more ways than one.

I took the hint. Time to send the team home, so Leslie and I could have some privacy.

“Listen boys, I can’t say enough all proud I am of you all. But I think Leslie and I are getting worn out. It might be time to wrap up and call it a night.”

There were exaggerated groans of disappointment. I was ruining their fun.

Zach spoke up. “But Coach, you haven’t followed through on your promise yet. We held up our end of the deal. We won the championship. You can’t leave us hanging now.”

The other three chorused their agreement.

“What promise was that?” Leslie asked obliviously. I hadn’t filled her in.

I sighed. I was going to be in so much trouble, but nothing for it now. Just had to get it over with.

“I may have promised the boys that if they somehow managed to win the championship—which should have not been possible, mind you—that I’d let you flash them.”

Cheers from the boys again.

Leslie looked at the boys and then back at me, disbelievingly. “This is a joke, right?”

Our silence gave her the answer.

“Well, if Tony did promise such a thing, he should have known better. And you all are just as stupid for assuming that I’d go through with it. I don’t even know why you boys would want me to flash you in the first place. I’m an old married woman, not a hot sorority babe.”

“Oh, c’mon, Ms. Leslie. You know we think you’re cute,” Zach replied. “Besides, we only ran as hard as we did because Coach promised us. Please? It would make our night.”

The other boys nodded eagerly in agreement.

I expected Leslie to shut them down and that would be the end of it. But she didn’t. I don’t know if the high of our team’s victory affected her judgment or if she had worked herself up from grinding on me. Or maybe she just wanted to do something unexpected. Because the unexpected route is what she chose.

Turning on my lap, she faced me, but addressed the whole room. “Well, Tony was dumb for offering, but a promise is a promise. Maybe now he’ll think twice before promising on my behalf.”

Then, without hesitation, she turned back to the boys, reached her hands underneath her shirt, and pulled it and her bra up in a single motion. I couldn’t see Leslie’s breasts directly, seated behind her as I was, but I could see the shocked expressions on the boys’ faces. Clearly, they hadn’t expected her to follow through either. I’m sure they were getting an eyeful.

But then it was over, Leslie pulling her bra and shirt back down again. “There, everyone happy now?”

“Wow, Ms. Leslie.” Zach finally spoke. “Yeah, we’re happy. Coach is a lucky guy.”

Zach’s tone awoke something deep within me. I could sense the masked desire in his voice, but rather than make me jealous, it turned me on. Seeing the effect my wife had on Zach sent my brain places it had never been before. I didn’t know what was happening to me… but it felt good.

“Yes, he is. Stupid, maybe, but I love him anyway.” Leslie turned back and kissed me on the cheek.

I’m not quite sure why I said what I did next. Five minutes ago, the thought wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. But now it was circling uncharted waters.

Against my better judgment, I plunged in.

“You know, Leslie, I think the boys deserve more than seeing a little skin. They practically made my career today, after all. Colleges will be lining up to recruit me. We’ll be set for life.”

For a second, Leslie just stared at me, trying to determine my angle. We teased each other all the time, but this was something new.

“What are you saying, Tony? You want me to flash the boys again? I’m happy to show off once to prove a point, but that point’s been made. I do have some standards.”

“Don’t worry, you can keep your clothes on for this. I just think a kiss of appreciation for each of them would go a long way. I’d do it myself, but as far as I know, they’re all straight.”

Leslie looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. “Do you hear yourself right now? You realize I’m your wife, right? You can’t just go volunteering me to kiss other people. Besides, didn’t you learn your lesson after I flashed them?”

“I’m not volunteering you for anything,” I countered. “I’m just saying that these boys will be running again next year too. A little extra reward for their hard work might go a long way.”

“I would have thought winning the championship was enough reward,” Leslie shot back. “But if you really want me to kiss them, then fine. I’ll do it. But I don’t think you really want me to. I think you’re just trying to show off. Show the boys how cool Coach is.”

“Guess we’ll see, won’t we?” I challenged. “The boys are waiting.”

Leslie stared at me again, waiting to call my bluff. When I continued to stare back defiantly, she rose from my lap.

“Fine then. Here I go. You asked for it,” she said, slowly walking over to where Cody, the closest boy, was seated. Leslie kept eye contact with me the whole time, just waiting for me to give in. To tell her that I gave up… that I’d just been teasing after all.

But I didn’t.

And so, after giving me one last moment to stop her, she leaned over Cody and planted a firm kiss on his lips. Once she broke away, Cody sat there wide-eyed. “Wow,” was all he managed.

“You still think I’m bluffing?” Leslie looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

“You got three left to go,” I pointed out. My voice was level, but my heart was racing. I never would have imagined seeing Leslie kiss another man could turn me on, but there was no denying the heat I felt in my veins. I gave my wife an extra push. “You’ll chicken out first.”

“Hm, we’ll see,” was Leslie’s curt reply. She moved to the next chair… Randall’s turn.

Randall watched expectantly as my wife approached, but Leslie ignored his stare, keeping her eye on me. Still waiting me for to back down; me stubbornly refusing to do so. Once again, Leslie leaned down and pushed her lips against another man.

Leslie didn’t stop at a quick peck this time though–she kept it going, letting Randall taste her against him. At first, their kissing was mechanical, but as it progressed, both of them began to work themselves into it. After the kiss had gone on for several seconds, Leslie finally broke it off and stared at me as if to say, had enough yet?

I feigned boredom and shrugged.

I think Leslie had started this game partly to teach me a lesson and partly because her competitive side wouldn’t let her back down. But by this time, I think she’d gained a new reason to keep going. There was a sizzle in the air; a strong sense of nervous anticipation. However innocently the game started, it seemed to be turning into something else. How far was Leslie willing to go?

I’m sure it helped that the four boys were fit and attractive. They had the slimness of distance runners, but they were well-muscled, especially in the core area. They ran shirtless frequently, and I’m sure their impressive physiques hadn’t been overlooked by Leslie.

Whatever her reasons, Leslie wasn’t backing down. “You still think I’m playing around, Tony? Just admit that you messed up by starting this, and it’ll be over.”

I considered it. I did. Even as heated as I’d become, I knew this was a dangerous game. I didn’t want us to do something we’d regret later. But I couldn’t stop. I stayed silent.

To emphasize her seriousness, Leslie now moved slowly towards John. John looked at her expectantly, and this time she met her target’s eyes, before looking back at me. Ever so briefly, she paused beside John’s chair… but then she kept going, gliding behind it.

John twisted backwards to follow her path, but Leslie took his head in her hands and kept him facing forward. Giving me one last pointed glance, Leslie tilted John’s head backwards as she leaned over him.

I couldn’t see their kiss—Leslie’s long brown hair had fallen over John, obstructing my view—but I had no doubt it was as thorough as Randall’s had been. And the upside-down angle somehow made it even more erotic. But my wife wasn’t done. She briefly broke the kiss to flip her hair back, before immediately returning to John’s lips. I now had the perfect view as their kiss became open-mouthed, tongues swirling together as they tasted one another. Leslie began to run her hands over John’s shoulders and chest; John reached up and pulled Leslie deeper into their kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, Leslie finally stepped away, leaving both of them mildly winded. Leslie’s cheeks were flushed; there was no question she’d been enjoying herself as much as John had.

After a couple breaths, Leslie seemed to remember where she was. She looked at me again, gauging my reaction. The lust on my face must have been obvious, because Leslie didn’t say a word as she walked to the last remaining boy: Zach.

“Here, turn your chair a bit for me, Zach. I want Tony to see what he got himself into,” she directed. Zach obediently shifted the chair so that he was now perpendicular to me, essentially giving me a side view. Leslie then stepped over the chair so that she was still standing, but now straddling Zach.

“Last chance, Tony. You give up?” Leslie asked again, but I could tell she no longer wanted me to.

“Not a chance.” I replied firmly.

Leslie shrugged in a well-I-offered gesture, and then lowered herself down onto Zach’s lap. Unless Zach had the willpower of a monk, he had to be least semi-hard by this point. But Leslie gave no sign of hesitation as she leaned into Zach’s body, joining him in an eager kiss. Her feet couldn’t quite touch the floor, so she had to balance herself carefully over his pelvis. As their kiss became more heated, the movement of their bodies forced Leslie to constantly readjust to keep from falling. For all intents and purposes, she was essentially grinding on him now.

Zach’s hands instinctively went to her ass to help support her weight. Rather than stop him, Leslie used the extra leverage to begin grinding against Zach in earnest. She broke their kiss but kept her face over his as she rubbed her pelvis against him, no doubt using his hardness to stimulate her through her shorts. Zach’s mouth dropped open involuntarily, obviously being pleasured plenty himself. Leslie let out a single soft moan, and I knew there was no going back.

“Zach,” I said quietly, breaking through his hypnosis. “I think Leslie might be more comfortable laying on the table there.”

Zach stared at me blankly for a second, before his eyes widened, realizing what I was suggesting. “Uh, yeah, good call, Coach.”

Zach wrapped his arms around Leslie and stood up with her, lifting her small frame easily. Leslie wrapped her legs around his torso for extra support as he walked her to the kitchen table and sat her on the corner. Her legs loosened and dangled off the edge, Zach still between them.

Leslie sat up on her elbows for support as Zach leaned in to continue their kiss. His hardon was now clearly visible, tenting from his shorts. I saw it briefly before he pressed it in towards Leslie’s center, him now being the one to grind against her.

In a lustful haze, I stood and walked over to the two of them. Leslie and I made eye contact, and in that short glance, it was clear that we both wanted this.

“Stand back up for a second, Zach. I think Leslie’s feeling a little heated right now. Why don’t we help her cool off?”

Zach stepped backwards slightly, allowing me in next to him. I reached for Leslie’s shorts and tugged slightly, signaling my intention. Without a word, Leslie dutifully raised her legs straight in the air, and I slipped them off her. She was now completely naked from the waist down.

I stepped backwards again, letting Zach take his former spot between Leslie’s legs. He stared down at her exposed pussy in awe. She was soaking wet already.

“C’mon, now Zach,” I prompted. “A real gentleman wouldn’t let a lady be the only one without her shorts on, would he?”

“No, Coach,” Zach stammered. Still not looking away from Leslie, he reached down for his own shorts and removed them, his cock springing free at last.

Seeing Zach’s exposed cock finally hammered home the gravity of the situation. My beloved wife had completely fallen to her lust, showing off her most private area to four college boys. Four college boys that she had spent months cheering on and spending time with. But now Leslie wasn’t just their coach’s wife. She was a woman in heat.

As if in slow motion, I saw Zach return to his former position between Leslie’s legs, the distance between his cock and her pussy closing rapidly. I couldn’t see them make contact, but I did see the telltale pause, followed by Zach’s mouth falling open and Leslie’s eyes going wide. Zach had entered my wife.

Just like that, our sworn monogamy was gone, obliterated by Zach’s manhood. Yet I didn’t mind, and it was clear Leslie didn’t either. As Zach continued to press further into her, Leslie and I made eye contact again.

“Oh, Tony, he feels so good inside me,” she said breathlessly.

I walked towards her head, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Why don’t you show the boys what it’s like to be with a real woman?”

Leslie’s eyes flickered down to where Zach was pressed against her, then back to me. “Okay.”

I kissed her again before turning to the other three boys, who had been silently watching Zach and Leslie progress with a mix of disbelief and desire.

“You heard her, boys. You aren’t just spectators today. Get in there.”

They exchanged hesitant glances, before Randall took the first dive in. I suspect he’d been feeling a little cheated by being Leslie’s first target and only getting a single kiss. But now he pulled his clothes off in a frenzy and strode naked towards the table. The other boys weren’t far behind. All three of them sported full erections by this point.

Unfortunately, the way Leslie was lying on the table meant that only two of them could approach her. I took charge again.

“Zach, I’m going to need you to make an adjustment for me. Push Leslie back on the table and then you get up with her. Your teammates are being left out in the cold. Let’s bring them in.”

Zach had just started a slow rhythm with Leslie, but he obediently pulled out anyway. “Sure, Coach,” he acknowledged, out of habit as much as anything.

Leslie saw what I was suggesting and so she pulled herself fully onto the table, laying flat on it with her head near one end and her feet near the other. Zach climbed up after her, repositioning himself between her legs again. Fortunately, the table was solid wood and held their weight easily.

The other three boys made their ways to the three sides around Leslie’s top half. Randall at her head, Cody at her left, and John at her right. All four of the boys’ cocks were aimed squarely at Leslie, but for the moment, she only had eyes for Zach. She looked at his body lustfully as she adjusted her legs around his hips.

I began to remove my own clothes, as Leslie was penetrated by Zach for the second time. Their faces mirrored incredulous rapture, the unlikeliness of their coupling only heightening the pleasure of it. After Zach began to slowly withdraw and thrust, Leslie finally seemed to become aware of the three other cocks near her. She looked at each of them in turn, before looking up at the boys themselves, as if awaiting direction.

John was happy to provide it. He used his own hands to guide Leslie’s right hand over his cock, pressing her fingers around his shaft. Leslie’s instincts took over, and she squeezed him gently before beginning to pump him. She then looked at Cody on her left, and reached out to grip him, this time without prompting. While Leslie jacked off the boys with both hands, she used her legs to guide Zach further into her innermost center.

Only Randall was left. He stepped forward so that his cock now aligned directly over Leslie’s innocent-looking face. Unfortunately for him, the angle was bad, and unless he physically climbed over Leslie’s head, he wouldn’t be able to get more than the tip of his cock in her mouth.

I was masturbating freely by this point, but I didn’t want to leave one of my runners out of this insane experience.

“Randall,” I whispered, catching his attention. “Take her shirt off and then scoot her head off the edge of the table. Then you can support her with your hands like this” I mimed my suggested motion.

Randall got the idea and reached for the bottom of Leslie’s shirt, avoiding her arms that were still working John and Cody. He began to pull, causing Leslie to briefly let go of the two cocks as she set up, allowing her shirt to be removed. Her sports bra was left behind, but Randall quickly removed that too. Leslie’s perky breasts were now on full display.

As his final act, Randall then reached underneath Leslie’s armpits and pulled her towards him gently. This interrupted her flow with Zach, but he simply readjusted without complaint. Leslie’s head was now hanging slightly over the end of the table, her mouth accessible at last.

Randall stepped forward, letting his cock press against Leslie’s lips. I’m sure Leslie’s view was less than favorable, staring at the underside of Randall’s cock like she was, but she was too deep in her lust to care. She just saw another man to please. And please she did, running her tongue over Randall’s head before taking his tip into her mouth. Zach was already back into his rhythm against her pussy, and soon the other two boys had placed their cocks back into the grip of her hands.

My young and innocent-looking wife was now taking four cocks at once. In my wildest fantasies, I would never have dreamed it. Much less that I would have supported it. The boys towered over her small body, but she managed them all regardless. Zach, being the first new man to experience her pussy in years; Cody and John, pleasured by her delicate yet firm touch; and Randall, having his cock sucked by his coach’s sweet little wife.

I knew there was no way Leslie could focus on all of them at once, but I think the sheer eroticism of having four hot young men pleasure themselves on her sent her brain into overdrive regardless. Rather than being overwhelmed though, she submitted fully to her ecstasy, operating on instinct alone.

The boys began to run their hands over my wife, exploring every inch of her body. I suspected they had all fantasized about Leslie, and now they made those desires a reality. Four pairs of hands caressed her full breasts, her flat stomach, her round hips, and her shapely legs. I imagine the sensation was unlike anything other Leslie had experienced before, and I could see her body become increasingly sensitized to all the contact.

The boys appeared equally enthralled, alternating between focusing on Leslie’s body and what she was doing to them in turn. Zach seemed to have the best of it, moaning Leslie’s name repeatedly as he thrust into her. I could tell he wouldn’t last much longer.

But Leslie beat him to it. Her body began to constrict on itself, forcing her to release all of the boys—except the one inside her. She stared into Zach’s eyes as they quickly approached their climaxes. College boy and mature wife united in carnal ecstasy.

Zach continued to moan her name right to the end. Reaching his threshold, Zach withdrew from Leslie with a jolt, his cock beginning to spew white steams over her body. The first burst landed over her breasts, subsequent bursts covering her stomach and pelvic area. Leslie had just managed to cross her own threshold, her body writhing as Zach splattered her with his seed.

Once Zach was finally spent, all of us were silent, taking in the moment. Seeing my wife covered in another man’s sperm was almost too much for me to handle. The fact that it was one of my runner’s sperm only heightened the absurd eroticism. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that Leslie and Zach would have kissed, much less fucked. And I had enjoyed the hell out of it.

Zach stared down at Leslie like he only now realized what he’d done. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, his cum glistening on Leslie’s body. He spoke for us all.

But just because Zach was done, didn’t mean the situation was over. There were still three hard cocks remaining, not including mine. I didn’t think Leslie was done either; she’d orgasmed once, yes, but I knew that she was capable of multiple rounds… and this was far from a normal encounter.

Zach climbed down off the table, leaving Leslie alone on it. Cody began to move towards Leslie’s feet, no doubt eager to replace Zach’s spot, but I stopped him.

“Cody, wait. Let’s give Leslie a break from that position,” I directed. “Leslie, why don’t you let Cody lie down instead… and then you can climb on top of him?”

Leslie looked at me and nodded obediently. She was breathless, but clearly still fired up. As she pushed herself off the table, Zach’s globs of cum slid downward on her body. As hot as the visual was, I decided to help her clean off—grabbing a nearby washcloth—while Cody took his position on the table. As I wiped my wife down, we exchanged another glance, reassuring each other silently that we were still game.

Once Leslie was clean, she turned to face Cody, his erection now towering upwards into the air. With a quick move, she climbed back onto the table and straddled the naked young man. Gripping his cock with her hand, she centered over him and lowered herself down, taking his whole length at once. She moaned with satisfaction as Cody stretched her cavity. For his part, Cody watched mesmerized as he disappeared into her. “Oh, fuck, Ms. Leslie,” he whispered.

“Her pussy feels amazing, doesn’t it, Cody?” I asked, equally enthralled.

“Yes, Coach. Amazing,” Cody echoed, too focused on my wife to say more.

Leslie had squatted over Cody with her feet on the table, giving her perfect leverage to move up and down along his shaft… and she now began to do so. Rising slowly until just the edge of Cody’s head was visible, then back down again. Her juices coated his shaft in no time, her musk filling the air. Cody reached for her breasts and began to play with them. Leslie placed her own hands on Cody’s muscled torso for extra support.

By this time, Zach had made his way over to me, content to watch the scene passively as he recovered from his exertions. John and Randall had simply watched too as Leslie began to ride Cody… but now they wanted back in. They walked on either side of the table towards Cody’s head so that their cocks aimed towards Leslie.

Despite her focus on Cody, Leslie took note of the new arrivals and shifted her knees down to the table, freeing her arms from supporting her weight. She took John and Randall in her hands and began to pump them, all the while keeping Cody inside her.

Unfortunately, this new position meant she couldn’t ride Cody directly anymore, but he was more than willing to thrust upwards against her instead. He gripped her wide hips for leverage and began sliding his cock between her lips, fucking her from below. Her breasts bounced freely in response to the motion… and it wasn’t long before John and Randall began fondling them, teasing her nipples with their fingers.

Quickly overcome with lust again, Leslie turned towards John and took his cock in her mouth. Still pumping both him and Randall, she ran her tongue over John’s sensitive head before taking him between her lips. She sucked vigorously on him for several seconds before turning to Randall and repeating the same motion. All the while, Cody continued to penetrate her from underneath. I don’t know how Leslie managed them all at once, but she was doing a fantastic job of it.

The foursome’s intensity began to increase; their sounds of pleasure along with it. Leslie openly moaned onto the boys’ cocks as she sucked them, their ragged breaths punctuating the air. Cody was breathing heavily as he tried to push himself further and further inside Leslie; it was like he was trying to hit her ovaries from willpower alone. It wasn’t long before he had pushed himself over the edge—”oh fuckkkkk!”—shooting his hips forcefully against Leslie’s. Unlike Zach, Cody apparently didn’t have the willpower to pull out first. I could see sperm begin to leak from Leslie around his cock, but most of it had been sent deep inside her.

Seeing my wife inseminated in front of my eyes was too much for me. I came, not bothering to avoid making my own mess on the floor.

“Oh shit,” Cody gasped, realizing what he’d done. “Sorry, Ms. Leslie.”

Leslie looked down and saw Cody’s sperm emerging from her body. “It’s okay, Cody. I’m on birth control.”

“Oh. Good.” Cody responded dumbly. He sat up on his elbows, clearly trying to get out from underneath my wife.

Leslie had continued pleasuring Randall and John even as Cody climaxed, but she now released them and pulled herself off Cody’s rapidly-diminishing manhood. Once she’d dismounted, Cody slid off the table and joined Zach and me on the sidelines. Now only John and Cody were left.

Even through my post-climax haze, I knew my job wasn’t done. I had more coaching to do.

“Leslie, why don’t you lay facedown on the corner of the table there? Give yourself a break.” She did so obediently. “John, you’re been patient this whole time, settling for some hand action. Why don’t you step behind her and fold her legs up against her?”

John moved in and grabbed her ankles from behind. He gently flipped them up and over so that her heels were now bent over her thighs.

“Perfect,” I said. “But pull her back towards you so she’s hanging off the table a bit.” John saw what I was getting at and followed through. He now had enough room to step between her legs, pushing his cock against her center. Leslie was now thoroughly lubricated by both her own juices and Cody’s semen, and John slipped in easily. I might have been grossed out by sloppy seconds, but John showed no such hesitation. He slid himself all the way up to the hilt.

“God damn, Ms. Leslie. Coach was right. You do have an amazing pussy,” John said appreciatively.

“Mmmm,” Leslie moaned softly, still buried deep within her lust.

John noticed I was staring at him intently and misunderstood my expression. “No offense, Coach. It’s just Ms. Leslie has no business being this good at fucking. She’s got that whole innocent cheerleader vibe, but damn, she can take a cock.”

“Or four,” I pointed out. “And no offense taken.” If anything, John’s commentary just got me heated again.

John returned his attention to my wife. He slowly withdrew before burying himself again, savoring the moment. He kept his pressure against Leslie’s heels, emphasizing the submissiveness of her current position. She may have been his senior age-wise, but John was absolutely in control.

Randall wasn’t done yet either, of course. As John savored Leslie’s pussy, Randall approached Leslie’s head, his cock aimed towards her face. Leslie saw the offered gift and reached for it with her left hand. I noticed her wedding band was still on, which made it even hotter when she began to masturbate the young man. She stared at his cock hungrily, completely consumed by her need for dick. I’d never seen Leslie so uninhibited.

She began sucking on Randall in earnest, first focusing on his head, but then taking more and more of him down her throat. A wife as sweet and sincere as Leslie should not have been able to make the deep-throating sounds that now came from her mouth. Randall watched her gobble him with lustful awe.

By this time, John had shifted his weight over Leslie’s hips and was thrusting into her with abandon. He couldn’t take his eyes off her ass—her full cheeks rippled freely against his momentum. Zach, Cody, and I watched open-mouthed at the sight of Leslie being powerfully spit-roasted like this.

“Fuck, Ms. Leslie, you’re gonna make me cum!” John grunted as he gave a few last thrusts forward. Like Cody, he made no attempt to pull out, and he gasped for several seconds as he flooded my wife with sperm for the second time that evening. Finally emptied, he half-fell backwards, releasing Leslie’s legs at last.

Leslie had kept right on deep throating Randall through all of this, but Randall stopped her now. He wasn’t going to be left out.

Without saying a word, he directed Leslie to flip onto her back and push herself further onto the table again. Leslie cooperated, still hungry for pleasure herself. Once she was in position, Randall climbed up with her, recreating the same missionary position Zach had been in earlier. Randall’s patience and stamina had paid off. He was about to enter her pussy at last.

But he paused at the pivotal moment. “Ms. Leslie, I just want you to know that I’ll never forget this. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met. I never imagined that I…”

Leslie placed a hand against Randall’s chest, interrupting him. “Randall, shut up and fuck me.”

Randall shut up.

He pushed forward again, and like John, penetrated her easily. I saw Leslie’s face tighten in satisfaction—her pleasure train had paused once John had finished, but now it was back on track. She wrapped her arms around Randall, pulling him tightly against her as Randall rocked his hips against hers. The contrast of Randall’s tall, muscular body against my wife’s small, gentle stature was undeniably erotic.

They began to kiss hungrily, sounds of pleasure escaping both their mouths. As hot as Leslie with four men had been, her fucking one-on-one was just as hot in its own way. It was more intimate, and I could keep up more closely with how the two pleased each other. I saw Leslie’s legs guide Randall into a stimulating rhythm, Randall staring down at her face as it contorted in pleasure, his own face full of unbelieving bliss. The smell of their sex permeated the air.

But I suspected Randall was progressing too quickly. Leslie may have been plenty hot, but she’d not had enough consistency to finish her journey. Being the thoughtful husband I was, I decided to lend a hand. I turned to the boys standing with me.

“I think Leslie might need some help on this one. I know you guys are tired, but we’re a team. Nobody gets left behind,” I saw their confused glances. “Don’t worry, you won’t need to do much. Just follow my lead.”

The boys nodded and followed me over to the table. We all spread around Leslie’s upper half, her barely noticing our arrival.

I reached out and gently laid my hands on Leslie’s shoulders. After I nodded to the boys, they followed suit, touching whatever part of Leslie they could reach. I ran my fingers over Leslie’s skin, moving along her collarbone. I used light pressure, just enough to stimulate. The three other boys did the same over her arms and chest. The effect on Leslie was immediate; she began to writhe under all the attention, all the while Randall continued to pleasure her with his cock.

In that moment, my wife was gone, completely subsumed to the whole-body pleasure she was now receiving. We all watched as her body began to tense, overwhelmed by all the sensations. Her breathing became sharp and ragged.

“Almost there, boys,” I whispered.

Leslie let out an extended moan of pure ecstasy, right before she seemed to pull into herself—every muscle firing at once. She stayed contracted for a full moment before at last she gasped and fell flatly against the table again.

“Oh fuck,” Randall gasped. He thrust a few more times, and then his own orgasm hit. He pressed to the hilt and for a third time, flooded Leslie’s pussy with sperm. After several seconds, he too then fell backwards, pulling out of Leslie.

For a moment, all of us just stood there silently, coming back to ourselves.

“Well, that was the best championship celebration I’ve ever been part of,” John said flatly.

The rest of us were too dazed to do more than smile weakly.

Leslie slowly sat up and put a hand between her thighs. Sperm trickled from inside her onto her fingers—she brought it towards her face and stared in wonder.

“I bet you never imagined you’d have all of these guys’ cum in you at once, huh?” I offered, equally mystified.

In response, Leslie wiped her hand against her abdomen and shook her head slowly. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Ms. Leslie, you were amazing. I’ll never forget this evening,” Randall said. He then faced me awkwardly “Coach… I don’t know what to say… Just thank you. You really are a lucky man.”

The other boys murmured in agreement.

“You’re all welcome. When you all came over, none of us expected this…” I trailed off, trying to find the right words. “But I think Leslie and I enjoyed it as much as you all did. What a way to end the season.”

I looked at Leslie, who nodded back. She jumped down off the table and walked to me, pulling herself underneath my arm. I could tell she needed some alone time with me.

“But I think it’s time for you all to go back to your hotel. Leslie and I need to rest. I trust you all to keep this between us? I don’t want your other teammates feeling left out and causing bad blood.”

“Of course, Coach,” Zach agreed. “We’ll keep quiet.”

“Good. Now, get dressed and set up your rides. Ms. Leslie and I will hop in the shower. Feel free to make yourselves at home in the meantime. Just close the door behind you when you leave.”

“Yes, Coach!”

**

An hour later, Leslie and I were alone and in bed.

“Well, that’s definitely not how I expected tonight to go,” I said, still awestruck.

“Me either,” Leslie agreed. She hesitated for a moment and then asked, “You don’t regret it?”

“Not in the slightest,” I said honestly. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. What about you? Do you regret it?”

“I think I might regret it in the morning after my soreness sets in,” Leslie grimaced. “But no. That was the craziest thing I’ve done in my life… in a good way. I can’t believe you’re okay with everything, but I love you that much more for it. You’ll tell me if you do start having regrets?”

“Of course,” I agreed. “Besides, today was an against-all-odds kind of day. We’re never going to be able to repeat it, even if we wanted to.”

I paused. “Although, there is next year’s championship…”

Leslie looked at me like I had lost my mind. “You’re joking, right?”

“I guess we’ll see,” I grinned back.

The upcoming season just became much more interesting.