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Val

by Romany

(M/F, cheating wife)

It was close to the last day of sessions for my middle-elite
group of junior gymnasts. I had been engaged on an eight week
contract to help a group of fourteen to seventeen year old
gymnasts hone their technique in preparation for the forthcoming
regional try outs. I was coaching four girls and 5 boys on
various apparatus and the intention was to simply allow them to
practice under the watchful eye of a mid-level coach like myself.
They all had their own personal coaches and I had been
scrutinized hard by these coaches, as capable of running these
regular workouts. I took the group three days a week including
Sundays. The top coaches spent alternate days on specialist
coaching for their athletes. On the very first day I was
introduced, Tommy Hardacre's mother introduced herself just as
the other parents had, but I was struck with her forward nature.
She held my hand long after a normal greeting handshake. She
stood within my personal space, her face beaming up at me as she
gushed about Tommy and how much in favor she was for my hiring to
help the kids. There was quite a bit of arm touching and at the
end of our ten minutes chat, I had the distinct impression Val
Hardacre was flirting with me. Banal flattery about my abilities,
appearance and even a quip that 'you must be an attraction to all
the ladies' and the perennial 'you must have no trouble getting
girlfriends' It was all a little overpowering except for the fact
that Mrs. Hardacre was actually a very attractive woman. Five
four, short dark hair and flashing brown eyes with a pert nose,
high cheek bones and a luscious mouth. I sensed Italian origin.
Her breasts were prominent but not large and she had a flat tummy
and her hips very much in line with her waist and upper body
measurements. I picked she was late thirties early forties,
judging by Tommy's age of 15. Assuming she had him early to
mid-twenties. I inquired if Tommy's dad would be along at some
point and she disparagingly said she doubted it �as he was far to
interested in his work to bother with what Tommy is doing. And of
course that new bitch of a secretary�� she tailed off with a
knowing look as if I totally understood the situation. I was a
bit taken aback at this brutal personal honesty so soon after the
introductions, and looked around to see if Tommy might be in
earshot. Fortunately the kids were getting the landing mats and
apparatus in position. I made 'excuse me' noises and she
apologized for dominating my time but as a parting shot,
suggested I might like to come over for a meal some time. I
thanked her for her kind offer and we parted, with me being
somewhat overwhelmed and bemused by Mrs.

The classes went very well. The kids were all keen to knuckle
down and do their bit to improve. Val Hardacre appeared every day
at the end of the session and bailed me up for a chat. I felt a
little embarrassed for Tommy, as he stood patiently and watched
her becoming more flirtatious. One or two of the other parents
clearly did not have a lot of time for Val and after she and
Tommy had left one day, Brad Holmes casually remarked to me that
I should watch Val carefully. As he made the comment he was
clearly a little embarrassed, and he was also trying to be
circumspect in his meaning. When I acknowledged she was a bit
overpowering, he had muttered the term 'horny predator' and then
looked very embarrassed at what he had just said. I gave him an
easy out from the perception he had said too much by switching
the topic to the progress of his fourteen year old daughter
Ellen. She was one of the stars of the group and he clearly
welcomed talking about her abilities, and Val Hardacre slipped
off the discussion list. I never did get the invitation to
Hardacre's and to be honest, I was relieved. It wasn't that I
didn't find her attractive; it was just that she was definitely
high maintenance in a social sense. And so as the program neared
conclusion, I found myself somewhat of a bystander as the two
elite coaches, Stanislaus and Yuri, both Russian and very
talented coaches, elected to put the kids through the paces
themselves. It was a sort of validation of my coaching to ensure
no one had gone backwards, and to measure their progress
forwards. The usual keen parents had gathered and were sitting at
the side watching attentively as usual. Oddly Val was not with
them. I wandered out into the corridor and went to the door that
led under the stage. Being a high school gym, this facility
doubled as an assembly and function hall. I went down the three
steps and groped for the light switch and started to take
inventory of how many mats were left for the last day's display
where we would have all apparatus set up and therefore needed
more mats than we used for the one or two apparatus a day that we
used on these practice days. We rotated the apparatus, not doing
more than two routines per day.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as someone tapped me on the
shoulder. I turned around quickly and there was Val smiling up at
me. She giggled and profusely apologized for giving me a fright;
as always with a hand on my arm. I caught her scent and for some
stupid adolescent reason, I stood mawkishly as she gushed at how
good it was to see me again; like a long lost buddy. There were
two long doors at the front of the stage which opened to access
the gym mats. On the other side I could hear the kids thumping
and banging as they vaulted and landed and occasionally the
glimpse of a body as someone went past the small gap between the
doors. Yet I was acutely aware that we were for all intents and
purposes alone, and secreted away from the rest of the folks in
this building, despite the collection of people a few feet away.
Beside us were two large padded mats that were slightly lower
than a standard bed base. Val sat down and continued her chatter
and patted the mat for me to sit beside her. I obeyed like a
zombie, somewhat mesmerized by her perfume and closeness. She
suddenly quit the small talk and looked at me with a warm smile.

"We never had you around for dinner," she said lightly. "There's
still time before you move on isn't there?"

"I'm not sure. I have a full schedule right up until I leave," I
lied. The truth is she scared me.

"Oh. Oh Stephen, that's such a pity. And we get on so well to,"
she said somewhat regretfully.

I heaved a sigh of relief that she bought my lie. She
nonchalantly placed a hand on my leg and started gently rubbing
it; almost absent mindedly as she looked around at the clutter of
excess furniture interspersed with aged or broken gym equipment.
This was a dumping off place for all the surplus junk the school
did not know what to do with. The gym equipment was placed in the
most accessible position to get in and out through the doors at
the stage front.

"I have some raunchy recollections of this place," she said with
a wicked chuckle.

It was almost like she spoke to herself. I swallowed hard.

"I saw you coming in her," she offered as explanation as to why
she was here.

She appeared to be reminiscing as she took in the cluttered view.

"I've had some crazy moments, here," she mused.

I looked at her quizzically.

"You went to high school here?" I asked somewhat surprised.

"Oh yes. I graduated from Maryville High, Class of 84," she said.
"This is one of my old make-out haunts," she chuckled as an after
thought.

I studied her face as she looked around, clearly recalling the
location as being familiar.

"I lost my virginity over there," she said casually. "To the
captain of the Lacrosse team, Gene Saunders."

I swallowed hard and blushed at her frankness and then blushed
again as the hand had moved towards my crotch.

She turned and looked at me and stared into my face.

"I have some nice memories of this little grotto," she said
softly. "It always turned me on, what with the musty smell of the
leather gym gear and the odor of the sweaty bodies of those boys
that used it," she concluded.

She had an almost dreamy look on her face and before I could
react to this personal revelation she reached her free hand to my
cheek taking it softly, and leaned up and brushed her lips softly
against mine. An electric current ran through my body and crashed
into the pit of my groin. I sat motionless as the brushing lips
slowly increased the pressure and then her tongue parted my lips.
My mouth was dry and my heartbeat increasing by the second. The
smashing electric current in my groin was causing a rapid
erection and as her tongue found its way into my mouth, I felt
her hand close over my cock through my shorts. I was lost. I
groaned and mouthed 'oh fuck yes' into her mouth and rolled her
back, jamming one leg between hers and pushing my hardness
against one of her thighs. She wrapped her arms around me and
running a hand through my hair, she kissed me passionately. She
had ignited the fuse and I quickly dragged a hand down between
her legs and massaged her crotch. This was the cue for her to
break the kiss and stand to unzip her grey slacks. I followed
suit and in a trice I had removed my gym shorts and jockstrap and
my cock was standing hard and pointing up at her. She muttered
something under her breath and as her pants were flung aside, I
noted her trimmed pubis and the pronounced mound of her labia.
She was nearly shaved with just a small rectangle of pubic hair
in the centre of her pubis. Her hand wrapped around my cock and
she pulled me to her and snaked an arm around my neck. We kissed
passionately and I slid my fingers into her. She was soaking, and
warm, and cavernous to my fingers. I fingered her for a few
minutes and noted how she aroused quickly to my touch. She clung
to my cock trying to concentrate on jacking me but the fire I was
causing between her legs saw her abandon any mutual masturbation
and she allowed me to bend her back down onto the gym mats. I
eased forward on top of her, her legs splayed and heels resting
on the floor and I went into her easily.

I started fucking and she groaned her approval. She twisted one
leg up off the floor and perched it along the side of the mat
which opened her up wide. I went balls deep for several thrusts
in succession and a hand came over my back and pressed my butt
urging me to keep this up. Half leaning with my feet still on the
floor I fucked her hard and deep, much to her approval and I was
soon aware she was cumming in long low moans and jerking her hips
to meet my deepest thrust. I was so empowered by the carnal
nature of the fuck that I believed I could go on forever, and
having watched her face break into a smile with the orgasm, I
nuzzled her neck and ear, inhaling her perfume and body as I
nipped and licked at her skin. She regained some composure after
the first wave went through her, and I realized she was
scratching at her blouse. I reared back slightly and quickly
helped her undo the buttons. This accomplished I discovered she
was wearing a camisole and no bra so I pushed my hands up under
it and fastened onto one of her smallish breasts. It was a nice
handful. I started to work the breast and occasionally pinched
her nipple which brought about an immediate vote of approval from
her as she groaned 'oh fuck this is good' as I started to pound
her and squeeze the nipple harder. She went through the roof
again, gasping and groaning and thrusting her hips at me as I too
started to cum. I was equally guttural in my grunts and gasps as
I spewed my cum in long spurts deep into her cunt. She had her
head twisted back and mouth open and held my shoulders and butt
with her hands; pulling me hard as against her as I slowly
drained myself as she came down off her orgasm.

The after-fuck niceties were brief and cordial. She put a hand to
her forehead; almost in disbelief at the enjoyment, and made to
sit up. I had pulled out and twisted to sit beside her on the
mat, my legs apart and my cock slowly bending down as it
deflated. I glanced between her legs and saw the trimmed thatch
and I could just make out the hood at the top of her labia, and
the small crinkle of the inner lips which was clearly visible;
all pink and delicate between the fuller thicker lips.

"Oh fuck that was so good," she gushed as she stood.

She looked around the room and then started to gather her slacks
and panties up. She made no effort to cover herself or hide
herself from my gaze. I concluded this lady went through this
post-coital routine so regularly with many different men. So much
so that it was now second nature. I was somewhat drained and she
now faced me sliding her black lacey panties back on, and after
pulling one leg of her slacks from being inside out, slid into
them. She stood with the flies open and buttoned her blouse and
then tucking everything in, zipped the flies closed and fasted
the clasp on the inside of the waist band. She ran her fingers
through her short straight dark hair and tidied herself in an
imaginary mirror. This completed she looked down at me and
grinned.

"Aren't you getting dressed Stephen?" she asked casually.

I was somewhat intoxicated just watching how blas� she was by
what had just happened; dressing without any hint of modesty. I
didn't answer and just stared at her in fascination.

"That's a decent piece of dick you have there," she offered as a
compliment, and she bent forward and gave me a few strokes and
grinned in her appreciation.

It brought me out of my reverie at watching her and I grinned and
stood up.

"Thanks for the kind words Val," I grinned at her.

"No, really. I'm not just saying that. I�ve had bigger, but then
black men are known to be well hung. But you have a nice,
bigger-than-average cock for a white male," she said matter of
factly.

I was stunned. She had black lovers? I'm not a racist and I knew
black and white coupling was now common enough, yet it still
raised a few eyebrows when a black man was doing a white woman.
White men and black chicks was far more acceptable. Some
prejudices will take time to eliminate completely, if ever. But I
was also flattered at the favorable comparison. I grinned and
mumbled a goofy mawkish 'thanks' and pulled my jock strap and
shorts back on. I hadn�t removed my gym shoes, whereas she had
kicked off her sling back shoes, remaining in ankle length black
nylon hose as we fucked. We were both now completely dressed
again and she motioned to the door.

"Shall we?" she asked.

I nodded and she turned and walked to the steps and clumped up
them, pausing at the top to push the door open and she peeked
around to see if the coast was clear. Apparently it was because
she looked back and smiled sweetly.

"Give me a few minutes before you come out," she said.

I was a little taken aback but didn't argue. This show of
discretion was at odds with her always gushy openly flirtatious
behavior. Obviously she felt she had a reputation to protect but
I was somewhat dubious about how pure it was. Five minutes later
I walked back into the gym. No one took anything other than
cursory notice of my return. The kids were gathered around
Stanislaus and Yuri and Val was nowhere to be seen. The kids
completed there routine and began chattering as they cleared the
gym gear away. Stan nodded a 'thank you' in my direction as he
picked up his track top and joined Yuri who was all ready half
way to the locker room. It was about ten minutes after the day's
practice had concluded that Val appeared, over by the seats, and
I watched as she greeted the other parents waiting for their
kids. She behaved for all intents as if she had just arrived to
collect her Tommy. I smiled to myself. This was one cool
conniving bitch. And a deliciously carnal one at that. I wondered
what part of my 'busy schedule' I would rearrange to take her up
on the offer of dinner. Tommy; and probably her husband would be
there too unless he was out straying with his secretary as she
had alluded to the first day I chatted with her. I bet she had a
sure way to see we would have some time to ourselves; at very
least arrange for a more secluded rendezvous. I decided on the
spot that my schedule wasn't that full after all. To hell with
Brad Holmes' veiled warning. I wanted some more of this hot
woman. If she was the 'horny predator', as Brad put it, I was
only too happy to act the part of the prey!

The End

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