Giving into temptation: 1> Taking the team

Story outline: Although Julie was elated with her husband's promotion to the coaching staff, for her, it had its pros and cons: luxurious hotels at away games, watching the team train for hours (yawn), and then the game, itself. With the promotion came neglect, though.

Author's note:

In this all new themed imprint, lustful wives, horny girlfriends and even the odd young slut, find themselves giving into the temptation of not just one man, but more and several men. In most instances, it is the neglect of their partner that drives them, while, and in the main, it is pure and simple lust and temptation.

"Fuck me, yes, do it hard, fuck my tight white ass with your big black dick," I cried out, ever more encouragingly, as Roland thrust his long black dick up inside my dripping wet pussy and Earl slammed his long thick snake of a dick deep inside my tightest hole, and all as I held myself invitingly open for him. Any more subsequent cries of pleasure from me were reduced to muffled moans when Glen fucked his generous white cock between my ravenous warm wet lips while three more of the basketball team waited their turn with me; a once satisfied and devoted wife to their coach who was acting more like an insatiable slut and very much enjoying it. I had given into temptation and was reaping its rewards while my husband, Mark, and the other members of the coaching team discussed tactics after the most recent training session.

Up until just a few months ago, we were an ordinary suburban married couple with a healthy sex life. Mark would come home from work about the same time every day. You could set your watch by him, almost. That all changed one Friday, though.

I heard Mark pull up the drive; he was early, I noticed. No sooner had he stopped than he got out of the driver's side, a warm, glowing smile on his face. ‘He looks in a good mood,' I thought to myself, as I peered through the window. I went to the front door to greet him, only for Mark, having closed the door behind him, to lean back against it and smile all the more.

"Have I ever told you how sexy you look? Come here," he said, enticingly, holding out his arms. Mark was acting strange.

"What, these," I intoned, indicating my clothes, the ones I was wearing after a day's work at the town library.

"Not just that, but your long blonde hair, long lithe legs, your curvy body and all the rest. You're far too sexy to be working at the library," he intoned. Yes, the rest. My sexy pussy and shapely tits. ‘Was Mark lusting for sex,' I wondered, with a good few hours before tea, not that it would take anywhere near that long.

"I think you should quit your job."

"What!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. We just about had our heads above water as it was, while sex was definitely off the menu.

He stood there silently. The grin on his face becoming ever more wider. I thought he was about to burst. Mark couldn't contain his elation anymore.

"I got a promotion, Julie. It's the big one. I'll be working with the coaching team directly. It means travelling, of course. Staying at five-star hotels. The good thing is, you get to come too. No more working at the library," Mark enthused.

Having taken it all in, I couldn't help but throw my arms around him and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. It was intense. As he held me close and kissed me back, I felt his cock, firm and warm in his suit trousers, press against me.

"Oh, Mark, that's wonderful," I said, joyously, as I drew back apace.

Thrilled at his news, and aroused by his hard-on, I undid the belt of his suit trousers, followed by the button, and finally pulled down the zip. In little time at all, I had knelt on the carpet in front of him. Mark breathed deeply as I licked around the head of his warm cock, tasting the bubble of pure white pre-cum that had oozed from the eye.

"God, Julie, I wasn't expecting this, you sexy bitch," he lauded, as I sucked on the head and slid my lips up and down Mark's warm firm length. Three minutes later, and he was filling my mouth with his hot creamy cum. I put it down to his excitement and went into the kitchen to make us some tea. As I waited for the kettle to boil, and Mark went upstairs to take a shower, I reached beneath my knee length skirt and took care of my needs. I just hope he has more time for me in the future, I couldn't help but wonder as I stroked my needful throbbing clit.

Joining my husband for a pre-game coaching session, I wondered what women saw in the game, only to realise the answer as I watched the men run back and forth over the court as they bounced and dribbled the ball. I had only caught glimpses of the game from time to time on our 40-inch plasma TV. They looked small. Close-up and in the flesh, though, each one tall, at least six feet and muscular, they were very much eye candy.

My eyes followed the men left and right. Every so often one of them would shoot a hoop, make a basket. When Earl jumped up to shoot, I blushed, catching sight of what had to be the head of his black cock for the briefest moment. My pussy tingled and I felt a warm wetness inside me.

The following evening was a big game and this was the first time I had accompanied my husband. It was everything I honestly thought that it was going to be. We flew first class to Detroit. The hotel room was like a spacious apartment, it had everything.

A whistle sounded the end of the session and the men started to make their way off the court. A few of them, including Earl, jogged over to my husband who bestowed some advice on them. As I gazed at Earl and Roland, my body temperature began to rise. Had someone turned off the air-conditioning, I wondered, as I gazed at the sweat dripping from Earl's body. As he walked away down the tunnel, I found myself half-consciously playing with my necklace.

Shortly afterwards, Mark came over to where I was stood. He informed me that he and the other coaching staff needed to go over some tactical, pretty boring, stuff. He suggested that I take our hire car and went and had something to eat. "Okay, then," I replied, although my interest had been wetted for something else; Earl's cock. I wanted to see it in all its glory.

No sooner had Mark and the others left the court, than I quietly made my way down the corridor. I found myself in a dark entryway that lead to the locker room. When I was close enough to open it, I heard a voice from inside remark: "Did you see the coach's wife?"

‘That's me,' I realised, while a few of them laughed.

"Yeah, quite the MILF. I'd certainly give her a good seeing to, she's so damn hot," another voice remarked.

Me, a milf and hot with it. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not so much one of them wanting to give me a good seeing to, although I dare say most of them had an equal desire, but that I was hot. I let curiosity get the better of me and edged closer. I opened the door a crack, intent on getting a look at Earl's big black dick. Well, it had to be, in order to have popped out of his shorts. That thought alone made me blush once more.

I peeked around the corner, and there it was, in all its glory. Earl and another two members of the team were stood buck naked and talking. Just gazing at them made a warmth stir in my gut and radiate throughout my entire body. I let my eyes stray over every inch of Earl's dark skin until I saw his cock. Even as it hung there between his firm muscular thighs it looked long and big with it. This was more than just eye candy and my thong suddenly became damp at the sight. And what a sight it was.

I ran my tongue from one side of my lips to the other as I watched, transfixed to Earl's dick. I was clearly aroused by what I was looking at - three men with generous cocks, two big and black and the other one white. My fingers slipped inside the waistband of my skirt as I continued to ogle them. I was a female peeping Tom. I stroked myself through my damp thong, imagining them fucking me; I had enough holes for the three of them to fill. As the intensity grew inside me, my fingers made their way inside my damp thong. I was hot and sticky and felt a dirty thrill inside my slutty ‘milf' pussy. I closed my eyes, moments away from a climax. I was almost there when I suddenly felt a hand at either side grab my arms.

"Hello, and what do we have here, then?" a voice uttered, as I was pulled into the locker room by a big hunky pair of them, my hand still where it ought not to be.

Stood in front of Earl and the others, six in all and three of them black, I suddenly felt overwhelmed while my pussy became both hot and wet.

"You like what you see..." Earl intoned, inviting me to tender my name.

I couldn't lie. I nodded and said, "Julie." It was more of a loud whisper.

He stepped forward and grasped my wrist. His cock was no longer hanging between his thighs. Instead, it was semi-hard and horizontal. ‘Surely he didn't intend having me stroke it,' I wondered, while a part of me so wished that he would.

I felt the warmth of the head nudge against my covered thigh as he withdrew my hand from my thong and skirt and held it before him. Even in the dull light of the changing room, my fingers glistened.

"May I?" he asked. God, he asked, he actually asked if he could taste me. Again, I nodded, and then I watched as Earl opened his mouth, flashed his pearl white teeth and covered my fingers with his puffy brown lips.

"Emn, she tastes delicious," Earl acclaimed; at which, a warm smile radiated from both of us and then that of the others. I suddenly felt appreciated, which is more than I had gotten from Mark since he came home with the news. He may have gotten the promotion, but it left little time for us; for me.

"Okay, Julie. You've seen ours, so it's only fair that we see yours...Strip," Earl enjoined.

Unabashedly, I held my nerves together as steady as I could and unbuttoned my maroon silk blouse. When I got to the third button and the cups of my black strapless bra were partially noticeable, Earl and the others nodded their regard. Although my tits are a healthy 38D, they seemed to strain in the bra I was wearing even though it was the correct size.

"Nice tits," intoned one of the other three. I had yet to get all their names, not that it mattered, as I pulled the tail of my blouse from inside my skirt and continued undoing the buttons. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it slide down my arms and back, from where it fell to the floor. I reached behind me and unclipped my strapless bra, letting it drop also.

When I moved my hands to undo the button of my navy blue skirt and then slowly draw down the zip, the third black man, who had a towel wrapped around his waist, regaled, "Now those are the sort of tits to slide a cock in between."

I released my skirt, which slid down my slender thighs and legs. Thankfully, my thong was black and so it didn't betray just how wet I had actually become, and for Earl's black dick. As close as I was, I so wanted to taste it. Take his warm thick length between my lips and do all manner of naughty slutty things both to it and with it.

"Sexy, very sexy, Julie," the second black guy commended me on my choice of panties. Clearly, and being married to their coach, they no doubt expected me to have worn something demure.

With my skirt pooled around my shoes, a pair of black slingbacks with a four-inch heel, Earl had me stop when I made a move to hook my thumbs into the waistband.

"Who's up for a wager as to Julie's pussy? Say $5.00," he suggested, before guessing that I was shaved as did Roland, the second black guy. Glen, who was the one I noticed stood with them, and Michael, the other black guy, who still had a towel around his waist, guessed that I had a landing strip while Troy and Steve guessed that I had a tuft of pubes above my clit.

In some small way, it seemed to lighten the inevitable, me getting fucked by all six of them while introducing themselves by name.

"What if you're all wrong?" I suggested, as I resumed moving my thumbs to hook in either side of my narrow waistband and reveal the winner.

"You get the $30.00, Julie," Earl informed me, and then six pairs of eyes, each one on stalks, gazed at the material of my damp thong - waiting.

Although I grasped the spaghetti strings in each hand, I decided to tease them by dipping my hips and sliding the back over my shapely ass, bringing it to a halt while keeping my pussy covered up.

"Ta-da!" I exclaimed, as I released the sides, only for the dampness of my thong to adhere to my mound while the strings hung down.

In one quick, responsive move, Earl moved closer and knelt down. I trembled at his closeness and watched as fingers and thumbs peeled it away to reveal that I had a tuft of blonde pubes just above my clit. "Troy and Steve," he announced, and then drew my thong down to my ankles, his head inches away from my hot wet pussy.

Having helped me out of my skirt and thong, Earl directed me to sit on a form facing them with my legs spread wide. What he then said and expected of me took me by shocked surprise: "You're such a slut, Julie. I bet you're drenched already? Show us. Show us how you play with yourself."

They had caught me red-handed doing just that, only with my clothes on. This, though, totally naked and exposed...!

I hadn't cum. I was wet, sure, but that was my body's natural reaction to seeing their hard-ons, which each of them were; Michael's tenting his towel while Troy, who had the most beautiful toned stomach and a sexy strip of light brown hair emerging from his towel, managed to keep his desire for me under control.

"Keep your eyes open," Roland said, when I went to close my lids. It wasn't that I was embarrassed. I just wanted to imagine them fucking me, sucking their cocks while my pussy and ass got harshly fucked by them.

Reclined back and comfortable, I began by rolling a nipple in each thumb and two fingers for a short while as I gazed at the six tall fit athletes stood before me. Far from it being just me, Earl, Glen, Roland and Steve stroked their already hard cocks and then Troy and Michael undid their towels and joined them.

I smiled my appreciation and then slowly slid my right hand down my warm naked body. I gasped when I traced my fingers over my clit, feeling just how firm it was. They obviously wanted a show and it was up to me to give it to them. I urged my knees further apart, opening myself all the more to them. Several of the hands moved rapidly when I brought my left hand down and drew my raw pink sex open for them. I was so wet, more than I had been in months.

I moved the fingers of my right hand up to my mouth and licked and sucked them, making them wet while suggestively mimicking sucking a cock. That prompted Earl and Glen to move that bit closer, their cocks, as they stroked them more casually, within reach. I smiled warmly, wanting to suck a cock right then as I returned my wet fingers to my clit and once more stroked it. Sure, I could have used my pussy juices to moisten them, but I decided to keep them waiting for when I slipped my fingers into my pussy while treating them to my cocksucking display, which had been effective.

"Emn," I let out a low moan, as the feelings from earlier returned to me and I gazed upon the six cocks waiting to have their way with me. I licked my lips from side to side as my fingers danced over my clit. I moved the fingers of my left hand up to my mouth and licked and sucked them as I motioned those of my right hand, forked in pairs, up and down either side of my clit and labia.

With my fingers returned, I stroked two of them along my wet slit. I even shifted my body and drew up my thighs so they had a good look at what I was doing to myself for their continued appreciation.

I sighed as I dipped the tips of the fingers into my needy wet cunt and began a slow in and out motion. When I sensed that my fingers were wet, I drew them out. Looking down between the valley of my humid tits, ones that Michael had remarked fucking his long black cock between, I noticed a fine strand of my juices hanging from them. I smiled when the thought of what to do drifted through my head. I drew my fingers up and managed to lace the sticky strand around my left nipple, inviting one of them to eventually lick it off me. I then returned my fingers to my pussy and began slowly fucking myself in front of six tall fit strangers.

As my climax approached, I speeded up my hand movement - both. I was stroking my clit like never before, which had become quite often recently, while stabbing my fingers deep inside my wetness.

"Hurm, hur, hurm," I sighed, managing to control my reaction as it gathered on the edge.

"Don't hold back," Earl was quick to say, and then I felt his warm wet tongue on my left nipple.

"Oh God, yes, more, I'm cumming, I'm so fucking cumming," I cried out.

As my orgasm ripped through my body, I jabbed my fingers inside me and flexed my hips to meet them. Immediately, the void in my mouth was filled by a warm hard cock. That encouraged me all the more and I continued fucking myself throughout the pleasurable sensations that washed over me.

As Earl sucked my nipple a hand slapped my right tit. I gasped at the sensation that brought about and sucked Roland's cock all the more. A hand then grasped my left wrist and directed my cum wet fingers lower, over my perineum and down to my puckered rosebud. I teased it; first with one finger and then two. I probed my tight asshole with one finger and slowly motioned it in and out. To make up for my pussy's neglect, Glen flicked his warm wet tongue along my crease, every so often catching the tip of my clit, which I protruded for him as I stroked myself with the same rhythm.

No doubt feeling that he wasn't getting the attention he expected, Roland grabbed a hold of my blonde hair and drew me onto his cock as he swung his hips forward. His harshness, which contrasted with all the pleasure I was receiving, made it quite enjoyable. I had never had my mouth fucked before, not properly, not the way he was doing it.

That urged me to be more dirty, more of a slut for them, and in little time at all, I had two fingers sliding in and out of my ass.

"I think Julie likes having her ass played with," Steve commented on where my fingers were.

"Is that right, Julie, do you take it up the ass? We're all quite big," Roland intoned, rather stating the obvious.

"Hurm," I muttered, by way of a reply, as I enjoyed his cock all the more. I even, to my surprise, had the warm turgid head in my throat several times.

Earl had already moved his warm wet puffy lips to my right nipple when another climax began to percolate inside me. He matched that by rolling my firm wet stout left one between his fingers and thumb while Steve, having switched with Glen, took to licking my wet cunt with the same pleasurable rhythm. With a technique like that, clearly, it seemed, I wasn't the first woman they had collectively enjoyed the pleasure of. They were certainly taking their time with me.

"When do I get to enjoy your cocks inside me, guys?" I said, when Troy switched with Roland. I was hanging on the precipice of my climax and needed the friction of a cock fucking me to push me over the edge

"Soon, not long now, be patient," Glen sought to assure me, my hand around his cock stroking him as Michael diddled my ass with two of his long black fingers. I was that wet, my escaping juices had trailed down to my ass, thereby making it easy for him.

I was actively enjoying the attention of five of them only for Roland to relieve my fingers from stroking my clit and subsequently lick them. He then placed them on his cock, almost inviting me to feed it into my pussy when I was ready, only to take that option away when I felt his warm wet tongue on my clit. He subsequently did wonders to it that made up for that. My climax picked up and he even added his fingers to the mix.

"Hur, hurmn," I gasped and moaned around Troy's cock, my murmurs vibrating along the shaft as I bobbed my head back and forth.

"Julie's about to cum again. Yes, you are, aren't you," Michael voiced his realisation as my anus tightened and flexed around his fingers, moments before my climax peaked. That prompted Steve to slip his tongue deep inside my cunt. I was being fucked back and front at the same time, by fingers and a tongue while I sucked on a firm warm cock. Soon it would be two and then three, I realised to myself, as my orgasm washed and rolled through me.

I lay there, a quivering, trembling wreck with my legs spread wide. I was panting deeply as the cocks, fingers, tongues, lips and mouth withdrew from me. I watched, dazed almost, as Michael stepped forward and grasped my hands. At first, I thought he was going to help me up only for him to urge his cock towards the humid valley of my tits and press my hands against the outside folds.

Needing no further encouragement, I encased his long thick black shaft with my tits and fingers, which I interlaced over the top. I then opened my mouth and angled my head so that the crown and uppermost inches of his black scepter popped in and out of my mouth with each swing of his hips.

That wasn't all, though. I presently felt the warm head of another cock brush against the wet lips of my pussy. Rather than instantly penetrate me, its owner, I couldn't see who as I had Michael's frame obscuring my vision as I got tit fucked by him, teased the puffy glans up and down my wet slit several times. I so wanted that cock inside me right then, only my hands were pre-occupied with Michael.

"How does that feel?" Michael teased me.

"Please, whoever it is, come on. Put that lovely cock in my pussy and fuck me...YES!" I gasped, when he did just that, filling my needy cunt with one forceful lunge. He then held it there and stroked my clit as I profusely panted.

"Now what?" Michael said, urging me to talk dirty, something I rarely did but then rarely was it anywhere as good as what it had so far been.

"Fuck my pussy. Do it!" I ordered. "Do it hard...Yes!...Deep!...Again," I cried out, encouragingly, as I felt my pussy drip even more. I was so caught up with the pleasurable sensations that were pinging throughout my body as my clit was being stroked with such heavenly bliss, that I didn't notice Michael speed up his tit fucking actions. Moments later, and with my mouth open as I gasped under the onslaught of my pussy being mercilessly reamed, I felt a gush of warm liquid splash on my upper lip and land on my tongue.

Michael was cumming. Not only that, but he had grasped my hair yet again. I still had my fingers interlocked over the top of his warm firm cock when he released the second rope with his next upward thrust. I had my head drawn back and felt it squirt the underside of my chin and trail down to the well of my neck. He then managed to draw himself all the way back and shower my humid valley with the third creamy warm shot.

"Oh yeah, coach's wife is such a slut," he praised, somewhat, as I sucked the dregs of cum from him.

When Michael moved away, I noticed it was Earl who was fucking my dripping wet sex. That made me doubly enthusiastic as I smeared Michael's warm creamy essence over my body. "Fuck me, big boy, fuck my slutty cunt with your big black dick. Own it, it's yours," I urged him, as I rolled and pulled each nipple and gestured another of them over to fill my mouth or fuck my humid tits.

To my surprise, Troy and Roland stepped forward, no doubt offering me a cock to stroke, only for Earl to withdraw himself from me and move up closer to my awaiting mouth. I hadn't realised that he was close to cumming, but no sooner had Roland filled the void in my horny wet pussy than I was sucking Earl's cock and tasting myself on him.

I felt Troy grasp my hand and put it around his warm firm cock while Roland plunged his length deep inside my pussy. Moments later, though, I felt Earl explode himself in my mouth. Sweet, delicious and plenty of it, ‘yummy,' I marvelled to myself as I drank it down.

On and on they fucked me in pairs. Each time the one in my pussy or between my tits gave me a warm creamy mouthwash of his delicious cum. While the others were as good to go at the end, I sucked Steve back to being semi-hard.

As they helped me up off the form I watched as Roland lay down on a towel that had been placed on the floor of the locker room. His long black cock stood ominously upright, beckoning me towards it. ‘Okay, so I had just enjoyed them two at a time,' I minded myself, as I was directed over him by Earl who was still holding my hand.

Stood either side of Roland's hips, I nonetheless steadied myself, even though I was still holding Earl's hand. As I moved lower, I angled my bent knees out and gazed down between my tits, noticing the drying cum that was caked on them, and that of my thighs and pussy, the tuft of which was peppered with a dew-like moistness. Never had I been that wet, but never had I been so fucking pleasured as I thus far had.

Presently, I released Earl's hand and reached between my outspread thighs. No sooner had I taken command of Roland's cock, just below the rim of his shaft, than he moved his hands to just below my knees. There was little need for him to have done so, I had good balance. All the same, I smiled appreciatively as I lowered myself the extra few inches and felt the head of his cock, under my control, brush the engorged lips of my labia. I then teased the head back and forth along my slit. There was no need to lubricate the head, I was dripping wet for them and from them fucking me. It just seemed somewhat natural to prolong what was inevitably next for a slut such as I - All of my slutty holes being filled by their dicks. In the meantime, I intended to fuck myself to yet another orgasm on Roland's firm upstanding shaft.

"Emn, yes, that's it," I moaned, when I finally surrendered to his ominous presence, feeling the engorged head of his rampant black scepter pop inside me. I managed to grip it between my pussy lips as I leant forward, enough that I had first one hand and then the other on Roland's midriff. I swooned and quivered with euphoric pleasure as I slowly slid down his erect flagpole of a cock, keeping it almost vertical.

"Oh fuuu—CK!" I gasped, when I felt its total mass throb inside me and his balls hit against my ass. God, I was full.

After some delirious moments, during which I felt my juices trickle from me, I urged myself up slowly until just the head was inside me. I then gasped, as I thrust down hard on Roland's warm firm length. "Fuck!" I cried out.

"God, that's so good, so fucking damn good in my dripping wet cunt," I rejoiced, as I gyrated my hips around his deeply embedded black dick.

I then rode his cock until I came, shouting out all manner of erotic encouragements for Roland to fuck me and praise him, of which there was plenty of, even though I was doing the actual fucking.

Having composed myself afterwards, I moved my legs into a more natural kneeling position of being on all fours for them, very much the proverbial bitch on heat.

"Which one of you studs wants to shove his length up my tight white ass?" I urged, before suggesting Earl and extending my hands back behind me and clawing my ass cheeks open and exposed for him.

"Don't mind if I do," he intoned, and then I watched as he moved behind me; his taught naked athletic body all firm and fit with a wonderful black dick springing from his groin and balls. I turned my upper body and head as my eyes, transfixed, followed him. I gazed down at his cock, even when it moved out of sight on its way to filling my tight little asshole. When I felt the heat from his cockhead against my bloomed rosebud, I gulped in a long breath and held it - They were all much bigger than my husband, their coach.

To my surprise, Earl moved my right hand onto his cock and then took over holding me open. ‘Oh yes,' I regaled inside, as I went with his invitation; both drawing him forward and shimmying my body back.

"Hurmn," I groaned, when the head popped inside, past my ring of resistance. To say I was full, and with just the head of Earl's big black dick inside me and a good 60% of Roland's equally filling length, was an understatement.

Tremors of pure blissful pleasure echoed through my body as I breathed out and then in for some short moments. When I was good and ready to be double teamed, no doubt have a third join us in due course, I pushed back on Earl and subsequently moved forward. God, he was big in my tight little ass, but I persevered, taking an ever increasing amount, inch by deliciously pleasurable inch, up my tight lily-white ass like a trooper; well, a slut, to be more precise.

"Oh God, yes, so big, so big in my tight little ass," I gasped. Moments later, however...

"Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt," I cried out, as I rocked forward and thrust back, my right hand braced on the floor next to Roland's shoulder. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Glen move closer, his cock invitingly poised for me to suck it and complete my debauchery.

"Fuck me, yes, do it hard, fuck my tight white ass with your big black dick," I cried out, ever more encouragingly, as Roland thrust his long black dick up inside my dripping wet pussy and Earl slammed his long thick snake of a dick deep inside my tightest hole, and all as I held myself invitingly open for him. Any more subsequent cries of pleasure from me were reduced to muffled moans when Glen fucked his generous white cock between my ravenous warm wet lips while three more of the basketball team waited their turn with me.

"Hurgh," I vociferated, when Earl dusted my butt cheek just as he and Roland thrust themselves deep inside me and I rocked back as far as Glen's hand holding my head by my hair as he flexed his hips forward as well, let me.

I was so close to yet another orgasm when Earl and Glen withdrew themselves and Roland took over holding my shapely buttocks for whoever was next, which turned out to be Glen. I then eyed the other three for who was next to move towards my vacant mouth only they didn't move. Instead, I noticed Earl stood before me with his big black dick, fresh from my ass.

What else could I do? I had come this far. Stroked myself off in front of them, sucked their cocks been tit and pussy fucked and cum over and just now had all of my holes filled at the same time and more again.

I simply smiled up at his brown sweat covered body as I extended my tongue. I then licked around the head, ignoring the taste as I concentrated my attention on that of Glen and Roland. ‘Was I really sucking a dick that had just been up my ass,' I said to myself. ‘Guess so,' I realised, as it slid back and forth between my lips and with no help or encouragement from its owner.

Not long after, my orgasm was back on track, percolating away inside me as I slithered and slathered my tongue around and along Earl's big black dick. My clitoris felt swollen to twice its normal size with twice the sensitivity while my juices dripped down my thighs, covering Roland's cock and balls and his groin I didn't doubt.

"Fuck me, do it hard, especially my ass, Glen. Make me cum," I encouraged them, before returning to sucking Earl's cock. I even moved my hands to his firm taut thighs, grasping them as I flashed my head back and forth on his cock and Glen cleaved his deep inside my asshole.

"Hurmn, hurmn," I gurgled around Earl's cock, as waves of pleasure broke upon my body. Still grasping him, I thrust my head forward, both to enjoy and extend each pleasurable moment, ‘God knows when I would experience anything like it after today,' I thought to myself, only to remind myself I was their coach's wife and only along for the ride. And what a most stupendous ride it was.

"Oh fuck, make me cum some more. Quick, switch. Let me have another one of you in my ass, my tight white ass," I urged, and soon I was getting a taste of myself on Glen as Steve set to my ass. And I do mean set to it. He grasped my hips and slapped his groin hard against my buttocks as he speared his length deep inside me. I felt my ass cheeks ripple each time he filled me up, propelling me forward onto Glen's cock and then drawing back to lunge at me yet again; over and over.

They fucked me like that and in turn, making me cum countless times, both for them and on Roland. When the last one, Michael vacated my tender well-reamed asshole, I was helped up and subsequently turned around with my back towards Roland. Astride his hips once more, I lowered my body and felt his hands on my waist for support as I leant back. I grasped his cum soaked cock as best that I was able to and soon had my ass impaled on the head and a good few inches. I moaned like a whore as I braced my feet on the towel and slowly slid down his warm firm length. It felt fucking amazing. I had never done anal in that position before but I was so fucking loving it; my ass was fucking loving it.

"Oh fuck, yes, your cock's in my ass. So fucking good in my ass," I rejoiced. I suppose what made it all the more exhilarating was the fact that I didn't have a cock in my pussy. I was able to concentrate and fully focus on the pleasure of having my ass filled with dick; big black dick and so very much of it.

With my hands once more braced on Roland's body, I rode his cock for some long minutes. When I stopped, I invited Michael to slip his warm length up my still dripping wet pussy and he subsequently obliged. I then tilted back my head, offering my mouth to the cocks gathered behind and around me as I flexed myself up and down Roland's warm length and received an injection of black dick from Michael in the process and all while he stroked my clit.

"Oh fuck, yes. More, make me cum," I urged, between random licks and sucks of the cocks that hovered above me. I was like an out of control nymphomaniac, my thirst for a good hard fucking unquenched as I slammed myself down on Roland's cock and slapped his thighs with mine. And all while I took an equal pounding from Michael.

I felt Michael speed up his thrumming, moments before a warm splash of cum covered my face. Clearly, the spectacle of my being fucked in this way, the white meat in a wholemeal sandwich, had become too much for one of them.

I sucked his cock and drained every drop before returning my concentration to my own climax, only to receive a second and third load in quick succession, criss-crossing my face from either side. I thanked that there were showers as I sucked first Troy's cock and then Glen's, only to realise that would mean meeting up with Mark with my hair all but dry.

That left Earl. He smiled down at me as he moved to the side. He grasped my hair loosely and fed me his big black cock. I again marvelled to myself that I had all three black cocks fucking me. I gave myself fully to their combined pleasure and was soon cumming and gurgling.

Between Michael's fingers and his lovely firm cock, it was too much. I moaned, as a beautifully flowing climax weaved itself inside my vibrant body. It began at my core, but the pressure grew bigger and bigger with every pound from Michael and Roland until it ripped through me.

I bucked and flexed like never before, I was a humping pumping slut between them as my pussy and ass contracted spasmodically around their cocks and I sucked Earl all the more fervently.

"Oh God, cum, cum for me, cum in me," I urged them and they duly obliged. I was past caring what my errant husband might think if he tried it on that evening and discovered my pussy and ass awash with cum.

I was covered in sweat, both that of my own and those who had fucked me like a real woman expects. Yes, I realised what women saw in the game, not so much the game itself, but that of 16 fit athletic men, and aside from them running around a basketball court.

As they wiped the sweat and cum from my body, I looked forward to many more such meetings. Most were when Mark was having a more staid one with the other coaching staff, while, when the team played an away game, I would invite them back to our hotel suite and enjoy all eight of them.

Yes, without any shadow of a doubt, being the wife of a basketball coach was much more exciting and damn more rewarding than working at the library.