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Suburban soccer mom comes to terms with her latent sexuality.

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SOCCER MOM Part Two of Four

Written by Titslave / Dec 9, 1999


Of course the encounter between the boys and Vicki Gordon left her
struggling with intense emotional cross-currents. In the endless days
that followed her mind relentlessly tumbled over itself, pulling her
back to the soccer field, to that evening of forbidden pleasure. She
was feeling utterly overwhelmed, every hour of each day since her
three soccer stars after practice had solicited her hugs, using that
excuse to flirt with her and kiss her intimately, then responded to
her teasing and thrilled her with their young pricks. She relived a
thousand times the wicked way they had explored her body, and she
grabbed and gobbled that fine fresh cock, and they had fucked her so
hard while her husband back home was listening on the telephone,
bewildered. She felt deep shame when she lay in bed with her husband
Tim. The tempestuous passions took control of her body and then the
shame descended on her.

Meanwhile Eric and Tony let it be known that there was this horny
housewife with incredible tits who liked to have sex with them all at
once. "C.J.'s mom sucked our cocks and let us fuck her, in her
Explorer!" Eric told two track jocks he hung out with. "Yeah right,"
they groaned disbelievingly, shaking their heads. When it became
apparent that her lovers might be telling the truth the questions
came. "Does she have dark hair and a big ass, but great legs? She goes
to your games?" one of them asked, eyes lighting up. "Yeah. She's our
soccer mama," Tony said. "I've seen her at the running track in the
morning," the track jock said. "She's incredible." Eric mockingly
grabbed his friend by the collar, "We saw her first, dude."

She got phone calls from Tony and Eric several times. Hearing their
voices made her pulse spike. With a pounding in her chest she said: "I
can't talk to you." and "Don't call me ever again." For what was the
final call she also put her foot down: "We didn't do what we did and
if you tell others what we did you'll be sorry." Yet she found herself
nervously eager to hear the phone ring during her long days alone.

The wall of resistance to the lust the encounter had fueled within her
began to show cracks quickly - beginning with her morning shower. Her
shower sessions expanded into exhibitionism running a little wild. Her
husband Tim had noticed that, for the first time since they had
married, she mysteriously waited until Tonya and he and left the house
before she bathed. And he had commented on this change but heard no
real reason.

When she had the house to herself each day she stepped into the
bathroom and did a strip tease in front of the vanity, then touched
herself, posing, sticking her chest out, turning her back to the
mirror and playing with her ass and clitoris while she bent over. She
shook her tits inside several revealing bras she bought and slowly
moved her pants down her ass so that her pants clung to her smooth
thighs, just below her buns. She set up mirrors she took from
elsewhere and stood there for twenty minutes, imagining herself, in a
dozen reflections, from many different angles, parading nude in front
of the young men in her living room. In the shower she masturbated
slowly, eyes closed, surrendering to the dream of their stiff pricks
filling her mouth and pussy with abandon. When she came she cried out
with a primal shriek that seemed to come from another creature.

Within three days after the encounter at the soccer practice she had
gotten out the video camera and set it up in the bathroom, or the
bedroom, always with mirrors, and rock music in the background.

Then, as if becoming two people, she would fall into a state of huge
remorse. When she tried to be strong she resolved she could never see
these young men again, unless with others around. She would be
friendly at the soccer games but no longer go to the practices. There
was to be a team banquet this weekend and she would help out with it.
But there was to be no reprise with Eric and his two teammates, ever.
It was out of the question. To prove to herself that she was
determined she had not gone to the game last weekend, which surprised
Tim. "C.J.'s coach called me at work. Wanted to know if you're mad at
the team....three boys in particular were crushed that you didn't go,"
he said to her over morning coffee. "What's that all about? No victory
hugs from you?" "It's not the same without C.J.," she offered.

During each long day after she had been with the boys she labored to
hide from the endless cycle of memory, arousal and shame by trying to
busy herself, by jogging, and by trying to be nicer to her husband.
But her mind and body always went back to Eric, Tony and Kyle, and
even beyond them, to other growing boys, any young, muscular, athletic
men.

Her jogging came at a time when it was unseasonably warm. She started
the morning after her encounter with the boys. She dressed very
comfortably in thin, tight shorts and a jersey when she went out,
heading for the high school track early in the morning. Tim and she
had run together a few years back but now she wanted to run alone, to
release the tension.

On impulse she stood in the hall by the front door and, for the second
time that week, took off the sports bra that somewhat held her large
breasts in place during her jog. She dropped it on the stoop and made
her way to the high school track. It was a quarter mile rubber paved
affair that ran around the perimeter of the football field. Two very
fit high school guys who had noticed her were there, and one poked the
other when she appeared. They greeted her and stared at her as she
stretched. When she ran it felt so good to use her body, and she could
feel their eyes riveted to her chest. She enjoyed the stares - in fact
she required them. Her breasts were all over the place because there
was absolutely nothing containing their very generous mass. I'll just
play with these boys a little, she thought, like I did before the
trouble started. It'll just be teasing, and I can get myself off with
Tim.

The guys, standing in the field area in the middle of the track,
turned as she did her first lap, never allowing her to leave their
sight. After two laps and four eyes staring she stopped and walked
over to them, waiting until she was near them to tuck in her jersey,
sweat forming on it. "How long is this track? 1/4 mile?" she asked,
noticing their arms and thighs admiringly. They were such young,
smooth skinned men, and very confident in their stares at her body in
return. "Yes ma'am. You come here often?" For some reason she said:
"Do you want me to?" It surprised them and her, and when one said
"well, yeah...", she said: "Run with me?" She found herself looking
into their eyes for the longest time. The two jocks laughed nervously
and joined her on the track, and made inane efforts at conversation
but just kept checking her out. Vicki was getting hooked, more than
ever, on being a sexual show-off. "Will you be here tomorrow?" they
asked. "If you are," she laughed.

"I have to warm up with the bleachers," she said the next morning, as
they ogled her, more brazenly. She jogged slowly to the top of the
stands and then back down, her feet pounding on the aluminum frame,
her unconfined tits wildly shaking in all directions. "Are you guys
going to work out or are you just here to stare at my chest?" she
smiled as she came down a third time. "Which would you prefer?" one of
them said. "Well," she stopped halfway down, and stood erect, her arms
akimbo, "a girl likes to feel pretty." "Hey, you got that locked," one
of them said. The other said, "so you don't mind if we stare?" She ran
back up again, her ass looking marvelously round as it rolled over her
shapely legs. "Oh no, just so you know it's two way," she giggled,
"don't be offended if I stare at your buns."

Tim came downstairs one of these mornings and noticed, when he got the
paper, that her sports bra was on the front stoop. He held it in his
hands and pondered what it was doing there. Then he looked down the
street and saw her jogging toward him, about ten houses away, and even
in the limited light of the early morning he was struck by how her
boobs bounced wildly in the T-shirt she was wearing. Since when did
she go out like THAT? Two young guys were running with her,
practically falling over her or colliding with trees.

"Hi," she said to Tim as she got close to their driveway, a strange
look on her face as she said good-bye sweetly to the others. "Oh,
you're married," one of them said, smiling, eyebrows rising, his face
turning to his companion. Her nipples were easy to make out through
the sweat-soaked fabric. Her husband looked at her, saying nothing,
and got ready for work.

At dinner on the fourth day after, he had gently interrogated her,
once again, about the accident she had after soccer practice. "Am I
under cross examination?" she laughed, looking at Tonya. "Well how
come there were no marks on the Explorer?" he grinned slightly. He
knows, she thought, as she said nothing and sipped her third glass of
wine. It made her feel small to be grilled, and to have done what she
did.

It was four days, one hour and fifteen minutes, since she had last
seen her boys. She sat in the family room with her husband Tim, a
fourth glass of white wine in her left hand and her right
unconsciously caressing the skin above the cleavage of her red sun
dress. She had changed into it after dinner, and now braless, made a
point of jiggling, hoping he would notice. In fact all she had on was
the thin, tight, low cut dress and high heels.

So now she sat with her husband, watching "Breaking Away" on the
television. Tonya was asleep. Tim and Vicki had not made love since
before the evening with her boys. This was a sad reality before; now
it was enormously frustrating to her. Then, as they watched the movie
in silence, came the scene at the quarry. The young men, later to
bring the glory of winning the big bike race to the "cutters", were
lounging on the rocks, talking, shirts off, and Vicki's eyes lit up.
Dennis Quade smoked, naked from the waist up, and she was ready to
pull her hair out. Her heart began to pound, her pussy moist. She
turned to Tim and kissed him on the cheek twice, then began to kiss
his ear and neck. She put her arm around him and licked his ear, then
attacked his mouth with her horny tongue.

"Hey! Aren't we feeling romantic!" he laughed, slightly startled at
her having this kind of aggression. For what was now years of habit he
had fallen into a pattern of taking her sex for granted, secondary to
his preoccupation with his career. Vicki's attack on him was
definitely out of their implicit pattern of restricted, predictable,
patterned lovemaking. She sensed his slight movement away from her, as
if he were not merely startled but turned off by her overture.

She was breathing faster, heavier. Her fingers crawled to his lap, and
found his penis. "How about you?" she moaned, rubbing it vigorously.

"But the curtain is open to the patio door. Prying eyes...." he said,
starting to get up from the couch to close it. She held him down,
"Don't worry about them, and forget the curtain," she said, looking
lustily into his eyes. He was confounded by the words he was hearing.
Normally she would not think of carrying on like this near a window
open to the neighbors' view. Sex with her was lights out in the
bedroom, always!

She stood up, facing her husband, and slowly dropped the straps on the
sun dress. She leaned over toward him, and shook her shoulders, her
very large breasts jiggling wildly, half spilling forward in his face.
She took a step closer and pulled one of her massive tits out. For the
first time since he had known her, Tim watched his bewitched wife pull
the tit toward her mouth, then stretch her long tongue toward the
hardening nipple. "How do you like me with nothing on underneath?" she
sighed.

"Maybe we should turn the lights off," he droned, not as eager to do
what he suggested. His eyes were utterly fixed on her teasing body.
This was new, this was not Vicki. He felt like he had no control over
this. "Oh, lights on, big boy," she said.

"Let's pretend I'm a nurse, a high school nurse," she said, turning,
posing with her back to him, and hoping, as she did so, that someone
was watching them. She rocked her hips to the right, then the left,
and pushed the material of the dress into her ass crack, then played
with her ass cheeks with both hands. She bent down more and pushed her
rear end into his face.

"Huh?" he said, excited, getting hard, and taken aback by this display
of lewdness.

She straddled his lap. "I'm the nurse and you're a high school boy
with a problem. Let's give you a name, young man." She deep kissed him
again. He hesitated. "Well this is different." "Do it," she said,
pulling the other breast out and pulling her dress down to her waist.
"Be a high school guy." He sighed. "John? Sean? Eric?"

"Eric!" she yelled. "Great choice." She pushed her tits into her
husband's face and closed her eyes. "So Eric," she whispered,
picturing her son's teammate's face, "what's the problem today? Why
are you coming to see Nurse Vicki?" She wanted to lose herself in this
compromise, indulging her hunger for boy dick by using Tim. It would
help her stay out of trouble.

"I don't know," Tim laughed awkwardly, putting his hands around her
breasts, "Why don't we just be us?" She persisted: "Eric, you say you
have some discomfort in your crotch area?" Tim exhaled, uncomfortable
with the role playing. "Let's go upstairs, honey." She stood up,
removed her sun dress, and walked briskly to a full length, thin
mirror sitting in the powder room. "Eric," she said, affecting the
manner of a clinically trained health caregiver, "I think you should
watch my examination of you so you can learn about your body. You're a
high school senior and it's time you faced the pleasures of manhood
that await you." Tim sat, nonplused, and watched his wife, jiggling,
toting the mirror with a sense of urgency to a spot just behind her
place in front of him.

He decided to humor her - his stiffening cock helped this decision -
and said, in a lame imitation of a boy's voice, "should I pull my
pants down, nurse?" She swayed her hips and cupped her breasts,
pushing them together, looking at them admiringly, then looked down at
him. "Yes, Eric, and quickly. I have other young men who are waiting
to be examined." Tim laughed apprehensively, and exclaimed in his own
voice, "Hey!" He undid his belt and, ass raised, pulled his pants and
jockey shorts down to his knees. His penis was almost fully erect.

She began to stroke it. "Eric, I think this ache you have is coming
from your genital area. I need to take a closer look." She begin to
suck him off slowly, her eyes closed. She stood over him and bent
completely over, one hand on his thighs so that, as he noticed through
the mirror through her spread legs, she was fellating him and rubbing
her pussy, an ass cheek spread. She licked the head of his prick
hungrily. "Thank you nurse," he said, now fully aroused. He marveled
at the sight in the mirror of her breasts hanging so deliciously as
she sucked his cock. She then sat on his prick and said: "Oh, Eric,
fuck me with your prick. You're such a sexy young man. Fuck me." She
took charge of the screwing, making her big luscious ass rise and fall
on his cock. Tim was mesmerized by the look of her butt pounding up
and down on his dick. Within a few minutes she was fucking him
uncontrollably, her mind lost in a fantasy with Eric, Tony and Kyle,
and the two guys from the running k. Eric was on the field, lying on
his back, and she was squatting over him, fitting his stiff cock into
her pussy. The others stood around her, jacking themselves, waiting
their turn. There were other people there, including her husband. As
the fantasy took over she came suddenly, her cunt gripping Tim's cock.
He had never known her to want to screw like this.

"I want to fuck all five of you," she moaned, as Tim came. She cursed
at the quick climax he had and kept moving on top of his softening
cock. She mashed her tits against his face. When it was clear that he
was soft she fell exasperated on the couch and spread her legs. She
pulled at her husband, her eyes glazed. "I'm so fucking hard up," she
whimpered. "Please!" He reluctantly placed himself in her crotch and
noticed how firmly, even desperately, she held his face at her vagina.
"Lick my clit until you can get hard, Eric. Oh yeah, oh God. Don't
stop." Her husband shuddered. Why would his wife say what she said in
the heat of sexual passion? Could the role play go that far? Why was
she still calling him Eric when she was about to have an orgasm? When
she came the second time she buried her head in a pillow, at Tim's
initiative, so that Tonya wouldn't hear.

Ten minutes into the afterglow he asked her about what she had said.
"You said, 'I want to fuck all five of you'. What was that all about?"
Did I say that?" she smiled, looking down at her breast. Feeling
cornered, she said, after thinking, "oh I was just caught up in the
role play, being the nurse and seeing you and other boys." Tim stared
at her closely. "Sounds kinky. How long have you had this kind of - uh
- scenario in your head?" She became defensive. "Oh I don't know.
What's wrong with it?" He snapped: "I don't like having sex with my
wife and hearing such stuff." "If it weren't for me we wouldn't have
any sex," she said, about to cry. "Well if you want to talk like that
when we're making love, you better see a shrink. It's a little odd. I
can't get in the mood with that in the equation." He stood up and
walked into the kitchen, turned off the lights, and went upstairs. She
despised him for suggesting she see somebody.

With the light still on in the family room she sat, feeling
emotionally distraught, then walked slowly to the patio door after she
put the sun dress back on. The screen was open, and she stood and felt
the breeze cool her damp crotch. She sat back down and put the movie
back on, her hand unconsciously moving to her pussy. She moved her
head back and sighed. This fantasy thing with Tim is definitely not
going anywhere, she thought.

She reached into her handbag and got out her cell phone. She knew
Tony's phone number from caller ID and decided she had to call him and
assert herself again. She avoided the family phone because Tim might
pick up on the extension and misunderstand what she was trying to
accomplish; she found Tony's number near the kitchen phone..

To avoid making noise she walked out onto the patio as the number she
called began to ring. "Hello?" a woman's voice answered. She slid the
screen closed and gulped. "Is - uh - Tony there?" Vicki practically
whispered. "Who's calling? It's late," the woman said, apparently
Tony's mother. "Someone from school. I'm sorry to bother you at this
hour," Vicki said. There was silence at the other end, then: "Are you
a classmate of Tony's? You sound like you're out of high school" "Yes,
we have classes together," Vicki said, cursing to herself that she
sounded obviously adult. More silence. "Who's calling?" "It's Vicki,"
she said, holding her breath, raising the pitch of her voice. Another
pause, then: "I'll get him."

Vicki sat down at their round metal patio table. The breeze felt good
on her skin, which glowed warmly from the wine. "Hello?" Tony's voice
made her squirm. She couldn't speak. "Hello?" he said again. "Tony?
It's Mrs. Gordon, C.J.'s mom." She endeavored to make her voice sound
lower, more solid.

He went to a whisper. "Hello! How are you? What a ---- surprise..."
She cut him off. "Tony, I only wanted to call to tell you that I can't
ever do that again with you and Eric and Kyle." She heard the
uncertainty in her voice. Did he sense it as well? Does it sound like
I'm reading off notes?

Tony was in his basement with Eric, shooting pool. He put his hand
over the phone, and waved frantically to his friend. "It's her!" Eric
frowned: "Who?" Tony's eyes widened as his head bobbed up and down,
"HER!" They exchanged high fives.

She had gone on talking about the futility of any attempts to interest
her in being together, so flustered and nervous that she was unaware
he had said, "hang on" and put his hand over the receiver to talk to
Eric. Then he came on in the middle of her monologue, "Vicki. Vicki.
Relax. I'm glad you called. Eric is too; do you know he's right here?"
His voice sounded so warm, so manly, so exciting.

Then Eric got on the phone. She closed her eyes when she heard him
say: "How is the sexiest chick in town? We've been pretty mad you
haven't wanted to talk to us."

She dug in her heels, and fought to maintain her composure. "Eric,
look, I only called to say that --" He interrupted: "You want us. You
need us." She stopped him: "No. Listen. That was one night. I was
lonely. You had some fun. It's NEVER going to happen again."

"Why did you call us? You already said all this when you hung up on me
yesterday," he laughed. "It's after 11:00. Where are you?" She turned
and looked into the family room, concerned that Tim was out of bed and
looking for her or calling from the stairs. "I'm at home, getting some
air outside." "Vicki," he said, sounding sweet and sincere, "we're
very unhappy. Every day is a bad day. Isn't that the same for you?" He
heard nothing. He went on: "We don't want anyone else. Just you.
Please." "No, sir," she finally pushed out of her mouth. Don't agree
with me, she thought.

"Well we have to take this other guy, Reggie, home, then we're going
out. We have told him what a beautiful and sexy chick you are. Why
don't we stop by and you can tell us to our faces......If you dare."
She almost yelled, then caught her voice from getting out of control.
"Stop by? Now?" The thought of seeing them made her more nervous. He
smelled a weakening housewife on the phone and took more initiative.
"Sure. Then you can tell Tony and me you don't want us in your life."
She couldn't talk. "Hello?" she heard him utter melodically. "I knew
you were going to back down," he said. "Who's backing down?" she
asked, irritated. "Well if you're definitely not our favorite chick
any more the least you can do is tell us to our faces. You know what
you mean to us. You're like a goddess" This little fucking sweet
talker, she thought, smiling at his boyish brio.

"OK youngblood," she laughed. "I'm in my back yard. My address is -"
"781 Kenilworth," he said, "I know it by heart." He smiled at Tony and
held up his erect thumb high, Tony meanwhile telling the third boy,
Reggie, all about it. "If this is what it takes to get through to you,
and your persistent little friend Tony, then meet me in my back yard.
I want to get this behind me and you're going to listen to what I have
to say," she tried to sound formal, cold, brusque. "Park a few houses
away and walk quietly," she added, "I don't want my family to hear."
"Particularly Mr. Gordon. Five minutes," he almost whispered.

She pressed END on the cell phone and tipped into the house. Why
hadn't she checked out her husband's status, asleep or awake, before
she let them talk her into this? She walked quietly into their bedroom
and heard him snoring softly. She turned and down in the kitchen wrote
a note and placed it at the foot of the stairs: "WENT FOR A WALK."

She gulped the wine left in Tim's glass and put on, without thinking,
the high heels she had worn after dinner. Nervously she ran to the
powder room and primped quickly, brushing her hair, and put on fresh,
shiny lipstick and cologne, and long, gold earrings. Frantically she
found the belt for the sun dress and tightened it as far as it would
go. The belt pulled snugly so that the top of the dress was in a tight
profile.

She turned toward the patio door and there stood Tony, Eric, and a
tall, very muscular boy of color. The sight of them standing on the
patio, Tony's and Eric's noses against the screen, made her jump. She
took a breath and felt a rush of desire at their presence. She could
not stop her eyes from looking them over, and had they deliberately,
strategically, worn no shirts? And on top of that they wore shorts
that showed off their hunk legs? What babes they were. She summoned
her strength as Tony opened the screen. Nobody said a thing.

She walked over, her eyes unable to meet theirs. She stared at their
bodies. I can do this, she kept saying, I can get these guys out of my
life.

But all she could say as her beautiful face stopped inches from his
was "hi," and she smiled. "Hi," he said, his babycakes eyes
penetrating her. She had missed them so much that the thrill of this
moment pushed her mouth into his, for a wet, deep kiss. Eric pushed
Tony out of the way and she pulled Eric into her arms, kissing him
hard and hugging him almost violently.

She stepped out and closed the sliding screen. "Now wait," she said,
breaking free and walking toward the chairs, arms folded protectively,
she looking down at the ground. "We're not going to do this." She
looked up at the third boy, a very handsome, very black youngster. She
extended her hand and whispered, "so you're Reggie?" He kissed her
hand as she sat down at a patio chair to get her bearings. "Pleased to
meet you Vicki," he said, with an affectionate smile, as he looked her
over in the light shining out from her home. "Or should I call you,
Mrs. Gordon?" She watched him check her out and after a pause said:
"Well I guess a handsome guy like you can call me whatever you want."
"But a beautiful babe like you deserves to be treated like a classy
young lady," he said, leaning toward her and laughing slightly.
"Reggie," she said warmly, "you've been hanging with these Romeos too
long."

She peered up at Tony with frustration. He was walking behind where
she sat. She closed her eyes, waiting in suspense. She complained:
"You could have worn shirts, you know. This is unfair." She sighed,
afraid of the forces inside of her, which were similar to the currents
of horniness that engulfed her last week, as she sat in the Explorer,
hungry for cock. But now these currents were turning into a tidal
wave. She looked back at Eric then felt Tony's strong hands on her
bare shoulders. "OK, but not any lower," she protested. His fingers
began to knead gently the area above her collarbone. "Now doesn't that
feel good?" Tony said softly, watching her head drop with the
intoxicating touch of his caress. He looked at Eric and Reggie and
broke into an evil shit-eating grin, his cobra-like tongue wagging
over her perfumed hair. She put her hands on his hands to keep them
from moving, but they crept down her shoulders to arms and back up
again. He whispered to her: "I have mi you so much. You're such a sexy
chick. Our sexy soccer babe. You didn't come to the game Saturday and
we played like shit." He kept on with his romancing: "God you're so
beautiful. I need to hold you and feel your body. And you dressed
tonight to show off your breasts and your legs. You dressed for us.
Not your husband, for us. You've thought of us the whole time, haven't
you?"

Vicki began to melt. Everything she heard was true. Her hands shifted
from barriers to encouragers. Then Eric leaned against the table,
facing her. He put his hand on hers, then began to caress her arm. Her
head was beginning to swim, and Reggie's presence, rather than detract
from a feeling of arousal, only aggravated the powerful force that was
absorbing her.

Tony spoke louder, "So what did you want to tell us? 'I never want to
see you again'?" He began to rub her neck and her shoulders, and
slipped the straps off them. Eric pulled on her left leg and she
didn't resist as he planted it on the table, high heel pointing to the
stars. The dress fell down to her crotch. "Yeah, babe, tell us. We're
here." "We're listening," Tony said. He put his nose in her hair and
then began to kiss her cheek and lick her ear. He felt her breathing
grow like crazy and he smiled. "Hey," Eric said in mock
disappointment, "we rushed over here to get straightened out. Cat got
your tongue?" His hands were exploring her leg, and she stretched her
other long, shapely leg up into his lap, bending it at the knee,
causing the dress to fall almost to her waist. She could not stop
staring at his chest and his crotch. Eric's eyes widened at the sight
of her naked pussy, on display as her dress slipped down.

Vicki was so overtaken by desire she hardly heard their banter. She
snaked her arm around Tony's hip and deep kissed him, her fingers
digging into his buttock. Eric was kissing her calves, and petting her
thighs. "Do you guys think she's a good girl, with nothing on under
that dress?" "She's a naughty girl," Tony said, his hands meeting no
resistance as they cupped her breasts. "Hey Tony, " Eric whispered
loudly, "show Reggie those big tits." Tony reached boldly down the top
of her dress and pulled out her tits, holding up one at a time with
his hands, dropping each of them on her chest, and smiling at Reggie.
"You ever see tits this huge?" Tony said, mashing them together as
Eric knelt down and began kissing and licking her thighs. Reggie
laughed in wonder, "Wow. So at last I see them. Look at how wide those
nipples are." Now Vicki squeezed them together and pulled one, then
the other toward her mouth and Reggie walked around to be next to
Tony. He stared lustfully a body.

Tony pulled his shorts down - he had nothing on underneath - and out
sprang his painfully excited rod, which he pushed defiantly into and
against her face. The sight of it completely erased any inhibitions
she had, any thoughts about being good and denying herself this
depraved pleasure. "So are you at least going to come to our games,
Mrs. Gordon?" he said, slapping his very hard cock against her nose
and mouth. "You told us never again, but you want some cock real bad,
don't you Soccer girl?" Eric and Tony laughed, smiling fraternally at
each other as she sighed in resignation, opened her wicked mouth as
wide as she could, and felt the wonderfully hard meat of his fresh
manhood ram into her, aimed at her eager throat. "We can't stay away,
and you can't get enough of the younger generation, can you, Mrs.
Gordon?" Eric said as he fingered her now wet vagina. "We can stop if
that's what you want," he laughed. "But I think you want to fuck us."
He buried his face in her p gazing past her trim tummy, in awe at her
breasts, all her feminine charms, her long, curvy legs spread to
either side of his head. Her free hand pulled him into her clit, then
she swiveled her right leg up in the air so that she turned more
toward Tony's cock and she could guide Eric's juicy fingers into her
asshole. Vicki felt completely inflamed with passion. Her conflict
over which way to go vanished. She had to have this every day, and
there was no stopping her from getting it.

She stood up and had Tony sit on the chair, his cock at full
attention. Eric and Reggie watched in wicked fascination as her fuck-
me ass, the only thing in the back yard illuminated from the family
room light, rose and slid down onto his cock, then rose, then slid
down, rising and sliding down quicker and quicker, on Tony's
impatient, rock hard prick. He was in heaven - he just knew all along
that she was, inside, dying to give them some more ass - and the fact
that within fifteen minutes of seeing them again she was fucking him
like this - crazy fucking, demanding that he suck her big tits while
he fucked her, with Eric and Reggie watching, on the Gordon patio,
with her husband upstairs - was totally awesome.

As his cock pushed deeply up into her she stalled their fucking to
experience him all the way in, pushing against the back of her cunt.
How magnificent this felt! She looked back at Eric, without smiling,
and resumed sliding her twat up and down on his friend's cock, her
eyes locked onto Eric's face. Within a few minutes Tony blasted his
load inside her. She lingered on his dick for a time, and Eric walked
over, his shorts off, waving his long meatstick at her. She stroked it
lovingly, moaning in anticipation of having it. Eric closed his eyes
while she jacked him. "Oh, Vicki, you want some of this?" Eric
whispered, looking over at Reggie with a smile. Vicki put Reggie's
hand on her breast. "Squeeze my tits," she whispered to him. She
extended her tongue to Eric's dripping cockhead and worshipped him,
kissing it frantically and holding it against her face. She tickled
his balls.

Vicki got up off of Tony's lap, leaned over the table and seductively
pulled her ass cheeks apart, her dress hiked over her hips. "Well,
Mrs. Gordon," he started. "Shut up!" she ordered him. Eric hesitated,
surprised and still a young son enough to stop and listen when a mom
issues a directive. "Shut up and give it to me," she whimpered. He
positioned himself behind her and rubbed his cock against her asshole
and twat, his hands appreciating the marvelous bulb butt cheeks that
were his to squeeze while he fucked her. "Well?" she snapped, her tits
with their jumbo nipples hanging heavily over the table as she pushed
her ass into him and looked back at him. He found her wet lips and
slowly invaded her, delighting in the feeling of her lips taking him,
bringing him into her. "Oh yeah," he gasped, her still tight pussy
capturing his large cock and delivering him to the promised inner
sweet space of this hard up nympho mom. He leaned forward, over her
back, and grabbed her big t squeezing and manhandling them. He rammed
her roughly, shaking the patio table, causing it to scoot in tiny
lurches on the concrete.

Tony and Reggie stood to the side of the copulating pair and competed
with Eric for access to Vicki's tits. The feeling of six hands on her
body was so dirty, so fantastic. Eric spasmed and fell into her back,
his tense balls releasing a heavy load of semen inside her, ramming up
toward her stomach like a lunatic. She was on the verge of coming and
reached under to get at his nuts. More than rivaling the rustle of the
strong wind in the leaves overhead, their hoarse panting and moans
threatened to wake her family.

The building desire of the last several days was unleashed. Vicki
turned to face her lovers and jacked herself as she leaned against the
table, her breasts jutting out toward them, her hand masturbating her
soaking wet twat. She knew they were transfixed to get their hands on
her and she came hard at the thought of being on display.

She fell to her knees and hugged Reggie around the hips, bringing his
swollen crotch into her face. She wanted more young dick, and he was
very attractive. So why not fuck him too? He could not believe the
appetite of this stacked housewife - it made him crazy with arousal -
and he hastened to help her loosen his shorts and she pulled them down
enough to get at his long, very hard, very thick penis. She cursed and
giggled in wonder and turned his body out of the darkness to face the
light from the family room. "My my, look at this big dick," she
gasped, laughing. "Holy shit!" In awe, she stroked it worshipfully as
she knelt at his side and ran her fingers over his scrotum. Her other
hand explored his taut buns. As her one hand returned to the shaft of
this monster boymeat her other hand crept down his ass crack and to
his nuts from behind. Cum and the juices of fucking ran out of her
pussy. She ran her tongue around his asshole while she stroked this
veritable log of a She threw her dress on a patio chair and couldn't
wait any longer to suck him off. Vicki needed to choke on this very
large prick.

She pulled his rod into her mouth and licked the head as she began a
slow blowjob, an unhurried swallowing of this delightful wonder. The
other boys stood in a trance, surprised at how XXL Reggie was and how
inexhaustible this woman's need was for sex.

She stood up and began walking him behind her, holding his cock like a
dog's leash. "Come with me, big boy," she said. She had him lay down
on a chaise lounge out on the lawn, his shorts tossed on the grass. As
she stood over him, one foot up resting on his thigh, she stared at
his cock, so hard it pressed against his abdomen, and its large head
pointed to his buff chest, blocking his navel. She straddled him, and
before descending on him she jacked her clit. Damn, is she hard up! -
Reggie thought. He had never seen a girl or a woman rub herself and he
practically shot his load then and there, hypnotized by the slurping
of her fingers working her twat. Leaning back slightly, she pleaded
with Eric and Tony to play with her massive tits. None of the boys
ever really took his eyes off them.

When she slowly guided Reggie into her cunt she was astounded at how
big he felt. "Shit!" she moaned. "You like getting fucked like this,
don't you?" Eric said. "Mmm hmmm," she agreed, conscious of too much
noise and trying to gasp through her nose. Tony and Eric looked at
each other and smiled. She just can't get enough, wants it constantly.

"Why don't we come by tomorrow?" Tony said. "Or maybe you can come to
my house and suck our dicks? You will, won't you, Soccer Whore?" The
way they were talking took her over the edge and she came with a huge
vibration, slowing her fucking of Reggie's cock for a moment as the
spasms took her to orgasm.

It took her a moment to come down off the strong climax that had
carried her up into the clouds. Eric's and Tony's cocks were hard
again - thank God for these healthy young fuckers, she thought, and
she stroked each of them while Reggie began fucking her hard, and
faster. "Keep fucking me," she demanded. The harder his fat dick
pistoned in and out of her the more vigorously she jacked off the
other boys' dickmeat. She loved the feel of those veins running along
those rock hard shafts, and the smell of young masculine crotches
surrounding her.

"Vicki?" a voice came from the family room door. It was her husband,
and his call sent a shiver through her. She immediately turned to see
that he had opened the sliding door, taken the dress of the chair, and
looked quickly around, then, rubbing his eyes, had gone back inside.
She had stopped everyone as quietly as she could, her finger to her
lips. Unlike the incident at the soccer field, she felt less compelled
to adjourn the proceedings. Interrupt briefly, yes, but not end this
pleasure. It was just too spectacular.

So after a few minutes she said: "I have to go in soon," and rubbed
Tony's and Eric's softening cocks against her breasts. "How about some
jizz for your soccer girl, for the road?" she whispered, looking up at
one of them, then the other. Then she looked down at Reggie, "and as
for you, stallion, we have unfinished business. Fuck me some more,
then pull it out. I want your monster dick to come in my face."

Within a few minutes Tony and Eric, grunting, shot their warm sperm on
her. Some of each boy's cum landed on Reggie or each other, and when
they complained afterwards of the gross nature of this event she just
laughed. Reggie kept pumping and said: "Should I pull out and come in
your face?" "Oh yeah," she said, "let's switch places, shoot it, you
fucker. " He stood up clumsily, about ready to ejaculate, and she sat
on the lounge, eagerly wrapping her hands around his dick. And just in
time: within seconds he grunted and five large strings of his semen
splatted on her face, some of it dripping rapidly upon impact, down
her neck and onto her tits. She gratefully sucked on him for a few
minutes, adoring his young manhood and glorying in the feeling of this
large accumulation of masculine cream all over her.

She stood up, somewhat exhausted. "OK, you gotta go. I don't want you
to, but you have to go." Tony gave her his address. "Come on over
around 1," he said. "We're going to cut class. I'll call you." "Does
your mother work?" Vicki said, rubbing the jizz into her big tits.
"She won't be there. And wear something slutty" Eric laughed: "You're
our hot and horny housewife," he said. She stood up, arms akimbo, and
shook her tits at him. Tony zipped up his shorts. "Are you going to
blow us tomorrow, big tits?" She licked her lips, "By 1:05. And I'll
be trashy... Now get out of here before I change my mind. Cut through
the Wilson's lot - they're in Europe - " They did so and she lay down
on the chaise lounge for a moment, then snuck quietly back into the
family room. She felt like a woman again, already thinking about what
to wear tomorrow - or what had become today.

She darted into the powder room. When Tim had awakened to find her
missing from their bed he had come down and seen the sign. At about
this time she was sucking Reggie off. Tim went back upstairs and then,
realizing that it was after midnight, had come down again, groggy. He
had heard sounds and come to the patio door. He spotted her dress and,
assuming she had changed into something else, came in and lay in bed,
unable to sleep. Something was wrong here, he thought.

Grabbing a T shirt from the kitchen she tiptoed into the bedroom. Tim
awoke and rolled toward her as she got into bed. "Where were you?"
"Out for a walk," she said. "Until 12:30 at night?" he said, angry.
"Whatever," she said. "Your dress was on the patio chair," he said,
"explain that to me." She snapped: "You don't seem to find me
attractive anymore, and I'm very lonely for a good fuck. Explain that
to me." She rolled over. She heard him say, after a few minutes: "You
need therapy."

She hated this disharmony with him. But she found refuge in the
feeling of aching in her groin from her lovers' attention. Her breasts
were sore, and the cum was still caked on her skin. She licked at some
on her chin and set the alarm to get up and go jogging - in less than
six hours.

At 6:15 Vicki was stretching on the living room floor. She had on a
sheer, sleeveless top that, until recently, she had stopped wearing
because it was too tight. It clung to her breasts, which jutted
proudly and heavily, without benefit of a brassiere. She wore a thong
panty under very snug spandex work-out shorts. Tim appeared in the
hallway as she got up to head off to the high school running track.

He looked with concern down at her chest and shorts. The fabric of her
top strained around her very generous bust, the shirt conspicuously,
tensely stretching between her breasts. Her teats rudely stuck out,
and erect, to his worried eyes. "I really think you need to put that
sports bra on," he said. "Any male over the age of four who sees you
running in that shirt will follow you around for the rest of the
morning." She smiled at him, "God I hope so. I just love it when men
stare at my big tits." He could not fathom why she was talking like
this. Was she trying to drive him mad?

She affected the need to stretch out some more for her workout and
stood facing him, back to the wall. Slowly she arched her body so that
her breasts took on even more to die-for, impossible dimensions. She
watched his distress and enjoyed trifling with him.

"I am asking you as my wife," he said, his mouth pouting. "I hate
bras," she said, and, giving her breasts a shake, which she hoped
would give him a scare - she walked close to him, her mind already
walking toward the front door. "See that Tonya gets off to school OK,"
she said, kissing him on the cheek, "I am going out for a long one."
She turned and bent a little and stuck her ass out at him, her hands
resting on her bent knees. "Are you listening to me?" he said,
frowning and shaking his head in disbelief. "Chicks like to feel
sexy," she said, "what's wrong with teasing the guys a little? Bye
honey." She bounced out the door, leaving him disconcerted, angry -
and afraid - of feelings she was stirring in him, feelings he could
not identify. But he now had a fear, and what is a man usually afraid
of in life? Himself.

Five minutes later he resolved to follow her, surreptitiously. He woke
Tonya and told her to get her own breakfast, that her mom was out for
a run, that he was going to go jogging himself and that if he were
lucky he would find her mom. He jumped in the Explorer and thought
that he would take a roundabout way to the high school. South of the
track/field facility was a thick grove of pine trees, and beyond that
a maintenance driveway. He decided he would pull in there and grab the
video cam out of the trunk. He had just charged it yesterday and it
had a professional zoom lens. It's not that I don't trust my wife, he
told himself, but between the odd events of last week, her almost
predatory sexual behavior last night, her slutty clothing choices, and
the unexplained "walk" she went for, maybe naked, he was more than
concerned. She needs help, he suggested to himself. And he wanted this
nagging feeling inside of him to dissipate. It was anxiety, it was
fear, and it was - he discovering - erotic. In a mighty wicked way he
could not understand.

All Vicki could think about on the way to the high school track was
the turn-on she got from showing off her body to the two guys that she
had met there for the past four mornings. As she left Kenilworth
Avenue and ran across the student parking lot toward the entrance to
the track area, the sun was rising beautifully in the east. It was
going to be another warm one, and a balmy breeze tossed her hair. She
stopped at a drinking fountain and shivered with anticipation while
she looked around to see if anyone was watching, then splashed several
handfuls of water on her shirt, wetting the its upper half.

Tim felt like he was doing something incredibly wrong when he pulled
quietly into the maintenance drive, having taken care to avoid her
jogging route. His heart was beating erratically as he grabbed the
video cam and walked stealthily into the trees. Soon he was almost at
the clearing leading to the track. He saw an equipment shed and
decided to practically crawl into it. It was adjacent to the track and
when he got inside it he locked the door, satisfied with its three
window views that he could do what he hoped was a constructive
surveillance for the good of his marriage. He was careful not to make
noise as he stood among the lighting equipment, football practice
dummies, and track and field hardware.

Meanwhile her admirers walked onto the track from the opposite
direction. One of them had absently noticed a guy enter the equipment
shed, from a distance. They forgot about him by the time they got near
it and said little, one of them leaning on the fence next to the shed.
They were too psyched for the morning rendezvous and soon enough a
very busty figure, jogging at a clip Tim had never seen before,
entered the high school athletic property. The boys cursed their luck.
Here she is, they laughed to each other. "All right!" the one said. "I
have a raging hard-on already. Look at how those tits are sprinting to
get to us.." Tim's view of the area next to the track took in the two
jocks, and he shifted his vision to a low-placed grille in the wall.
Now he was at a vantage point level with their midsections and a few
feet away from him. And in fact he saw that each of their track shorts
were sporting an uncontrollably swollen crotch. He gasped at the
strange sight of two men talking about his wife and her effect on
their manhood.

"Look at those fuckin' things bounce," the other said as Vicki neared
them at a slower jog. Tim flinched as he saw one of the jocks rub his
erection. What he heard then made him dizzy: "She knows what she's
doing. She stares at our hard-ons. Do you think she'll show us her
tits today? She almost did yesterday." "God I hope so. She really
sticks 'em out there, and shakes her booty at us alot too. She smiled
at us yesterday when we took turns rubbing her bare back." "I noticed
you were rubbing your dick against her ass, stud." "Yeah and so were
you!" "When she said 'Oooh I like that kind of rub too' I thought I
was going to shoot off in my shorts!" "I guess her husband's a lousy
fuck. But they say she's fantastic. A fuckin' whore for young guys."
"Well, it's our turn, dude. No more jacking off with her as the
fantasy. For the past three nights I've been abstaining. Saving it.
How about you?" "I've got a couple quarts with her name on them."

She had been hoping her choice of a top would get them even more
excited - and harder. She wanted them to hurt. She had been almost
giddy about how she would tease them, and all the way from her
driveway had flashes of apprehension that they might not be there. Now
that she was within sight of them she coughed in sexual nervousness at
the sight of the one guy's hand rubbing himself.

Tim's heart sank further as he saw them ogle her like some kind of
tramp. He started the video cam running.

"Good morning!" she smiled at her admirers. Her voice was completely
in the boudoir. She walked up to them and arched her upper torso, with
her hands dug into her waist behind her back. She just stared at them,
and looked them over. "Hi, beautiful," one of the guys said, pulling
his shirt off. "Are you going to run those bleachers for us like you
did yesterday?" the other smiled, standing almost next to her and
staring down at her top. "Would you like that?" she grinned, turning
around and bending over to touch her toes, then turning her head to
look back at him. "Definitely," he said, taking off his shirt and
aiming his crotch at her rump, mimicking coital strokes. "But first
you should take off your shirt. It's only fair."

She was touching her toes and spreading her legs, then stopped when he
said that. "Why should I do that?" she said coyly, posed in mid-bend,
twisting with her hands on her hips, looking intently at him. "Well,
we took ours off," he said, boldly putting his hands on her hips. "Uh
- I definitely noticed," she grinned. He turned to his companion,
"don't you think an incredibly sexy girl like her should be kind to
two of her biggest fans?" "THE biggest fans of the biggest tits," the
other said. She laughed at that and turned to face them and made a
point of staring down at the erections outlined in their shorts. "But
if I do go topless the seams on your shorts will rip, and you'll have
to take them off and I'll have to fix them, like the loyal booster of
high school athletics that I am," she giggled. "And then you can blow
us," he said. She was stunned, and looked it. The other jock jumped
in. "You'll have to excuse my friend, he's vulgar. He should have said
that you'll suck our dicks. Vicki."

Another shocker for her and her husband. "You --- know me?" she said.
"We know Eric and Tony, and any friend of theirs -----" She backed up
slowly until she stopped, stupefied, against a utility pole. "I think
I have to get going," she smiled, almost swooning with too much
information coming at her. What had she done? Struggling with the urge
to burst out in the open and confront them, Tim spoke to her silently.
That's right, Vicki, go home. Don't do this. You're a married woman
with a family. This is evil.

The one walked right up to her face and rested his meaty arms on her
shoulders, pinning her against the pole. He planted a wet kiss on her
and when she attempted to move away his brawny legs blocked her. He
kept crowding her with his unshaven, bright face so that his mouth and
hers were joined. Then he backed up a half inch and cooed: "Don't get
cold feet now, Mrs. Gordon, after fucking with us all week. I knew
you'd show us your big tits even if Eric hadn't told us about you. You
love young guys and we sure as hell love you." He kissed her again and
this time her dizzy disorientation and urge to flee were replaced with
arousal. His mouth on hers felt wonderful. The hard cock pressing
against her groin was electric, magical.

She pushed him away slightly. She rubbed his waist and her hands,
doing her thinking for her, roamed to his butt. Tim recoiled in a rude
surprise as her one hand moved down his chest to his crotch. Her
husband could not absorb what he was seeing - the blood started to
drain from his head, then he recovered. After what seemed like an hour
to Tim a grin formed on her face. "So do you want me to run the
bleachers?" she said in a little girl voice, rubbing his crotch more
invasively. The other jock was at her side, kissing her also, and she
found both boners under the elastic bands of the two boys' shorts. "Oh
yeah," she sighed at the touch of this double trouble. "Just a couple
of times up and down. We want you to show us without that top. Then we
want to suck your tits while you give us head," he sighed, his
excitement making him blush. "Mmmmmmm" she giggled as her hand had his
dick out in the open. It felt so big and warm. She pushed them back a
few inches. "It's show time boys. Hope you're men enough."

Watching their reactions closely she slowly she pulled her shirt up to
the bottoms of her tits, then even more slowly struggled, in an
exaggerated fashion, to pull it over the immense fleshy globes. Tim
was stunned to see her lift the top over her shoulders, displaying
what belonged to him: her very large, round, firm breasts. The whole
time she stared at one boy then the other, and smiled, thrilling at
their obvious amazement and lust. "Christ," the one whispered. The
other was speechless. "Do your other girlfriends have tits this size?"
she giggled softly. She loved the impact this had on these young
studs. She wanted to parade and tease all day in front of them. She
handed them her shirt and began to jiggle toward the bleachers.

Her husband switched the camera to the window that gave him a view of
the bleachers. What the hell had happened to my wife, he thought, his
heartbeat vibrating throughout his body.

The young athletes turned and gasped as she pulled her shorts down at
the foot of the bleacher stairs, wiggling her 90% bare ass. Then she
slid her shorts up her enticing ass slowly, rolling her butt back into
them. She ran to the top of the stairs and turned and smiled as she
ran back down, her chest bouncing up and down and sideways. They
applauded, their dicks now getting very sore with sexual throbbing.
"Again?" she said at the rail, plopping her breasts over it lewdly.
"Jesus," one of them said, "yeah, please, by all means." She bounced
down again and then said: "OK guys I need it. Where can I take your
shorts off?" They felt her vigorously, roughly, and took turns sucking
on her nipples, then told her to put her top back on because others
were visible in the parking lot..

They led her to the old broadcast booth that used to be in the center
of the bleachers but had been moved to the end, straight up from where
Vicki's horrified spouse was sitting. Tim sat dumbfounded in the shed
and slowly moved the cam to the window facing the booth. The zoom
recorded her walking slowly ahead of them up the steps, and the lens
captured them pawing at her ass and making filthy comments about her
swaying cheeks - swaying more than usual, he noticed. They disappeared
into the booth. He went to his zoom lens.

The jocks took turns sitting in a chair, back to the window. Tim was
able partially to see Vicki feeding them her tits, apparently begging
them to chew on her nipples. He saw her eyes close and she threw her
head back.

Soon both their mouths were fastened to her boobs, and she almost came
from the pleasure of this double sucking. She pulled their mouths and
faces into her tits, smothering her lovers' noses and delighting in
the power her breasts seemed to have over guys. Then she scooted the
announcer's chair out of the way and told them to sit up on the table,
their shorts at their knees. Tim could see his wife positioned in
between these two, now naked to the knees, their bare asses impudently
filling the bottom corners of what his lens could see.

"I haven't sucked a cock for seven hours," she announced, loud enough
for Tim to hear, "that's a long time." She bent over and took one of
the stiff rods available to her in her mouth and stroked the other.
"Don't you want to know our names?" one asked. "I just want to know
your pricks' names, and I think this is Nice and Long Number One and
this is Nice and Long Number Two," she said, placing Nice and Long
Number One between her tits. She moved back and forth so that her tits
got a slow fuck from this boymeat she so enthusiastically had awakened
at 6:15 to come and get. Within minutes he couldn't hold back any
longer and shot fat creamy gobs all over her neck and chest. She
scooped some up with her fingers and gladly swallowed it. Then she
attacked the second dick and delighted in deep throating it. The boy
moaned and whimpered as she moved her tongue over his dick while her
mouth traveled from the head to his balls and back again, over and
over. The new day's light grew a unds of others working out on the
track and on the field came in through the booth window. Vicki gently
cupped his balls, then gripped his penis and went down on his balls
and his asshole. She wanted to get as much cum as she could out of
him, really wanted to drain a gallon from his balls. And she wanted
this to stimulate the first jock to get hard again and maybe fuck her
before they called it a morning. So she tried to keep the first one on
the edge.

Her right hand checked on the second cock and it was hardening. "Fuck
me doggy style," she said to him, moving her ass around and
practically pushing him off the table. "Somebody play with my tits,
too." She sucked away and soon felt that wonderful sensation of a hard
cock working its sweet way into her hungry cunt. It pushed in a little
more each time, and she was so wet and hard up she was thrilled when
this prick stuffed itself all the way in, right toward her stomach. I
love these young dicks, she said, I just love 'em. He just came and
he's hard again. The boys could not believe the pleasure of seeing
this tramp mom get off on having her holes filled by both of them at
the same time.

Soon the one came, with yelps of sexual release, in at least six shots
of hot cum down her eager throat. The other picked up his pace and
Vicki yelled at him. "Come on, keep fucking me. Squeeze my big tits.
You like playing with them. " The first boy grabbed them and she came
with the feeling of four hands fondling her breasts. "Oh yeah, oh
fuck!" she whimpered. Tim could hear the bodies slamming away from
where he was hiding. Then the boy cried out as he blew his load inside
her. Tim waited, fuming and dazed at this revelation of carnal sin. He
watched her leave the shed, clearly very happy.

"Thanks guys," she waved, and jogged back home. Tim arrived in the car
at about the same time.

She was very cheerful and jumped in the shower. He just stared out the
window. Something kept him from confronting her. He dressed for work
and as she stood in a towel, about to dry her hair, he managed to say:
"I ran by the track and watched you running for a few minutes. You
seemed occupied so I didn't stop....." She stared at him, fearful that
he would let her have it. He froze at that point, and just stared
back. After a long moment her mouth relaxed, and slowly formed a very
slight grin. So he wasn't going to say more? That was it? He looked
down at the floor and they stood facing each other, she relieved that
he was unwilling to stand up to what she was doing with what she had
found about herself in the past week. He cleared his throat, looked at
her again with a modest frown, then turned and left. Her mind
uncluttered itself and she began to think again about what clothes to
wear for the visit to Tony's house.

To say that her husband was on edge as he drove to his office would be
putting it quite moderately. Was she off her rocker? Did she expect
that he was going to buy into this behavior? He could not believe his
eyes and ears as to what happened right in front of him at the track.
It was frightening, and he found himself completely out of control. He
locked the car as he parked it and halfway to the entrance to his
building he stopped, looked vacantly downward, and went back to the
trunk. He took out the video camera, slammed the trunk shut, and
loaded up a VCR he kept in his office. He locked his door and told his
assistant he could not be disturbed, then relived the shocking
experience of this morning. It was so bizarre. He played scenes back,
went to slo-mo, and found himself disappointed when a scene was off
center for a view of his wife, or of his wife and her young admirers.
He shot the morning viewing this tape, and that fear he felt sweeping
over him was growing, and ting into the extreme anxiety and
apprehension he felt when he first was with a girl. The feeling was a
powerful rush of excitement that left him fidgety. It was pushing him
now, without his approval, and he found himself responding sexually to
what he saw on the video. He angrily shut if off and threw the video
in the garbage. Ten minutes later he frantically raced to the dumpster
to retrieve it - and watch it again.

[Continued in Soccer Mom III]


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