Janet McCoy - The coach_s hot wife

"Uuuuuuuuhhh… oh yeah, screw me, Steve!" She raised her legs up on either side of his neck and slammed her cunt down onto his cock. He gripped her asscheeks and impaled her over and over again. They were down to serious business now. Both their young bodies were rigid with peaking desire.

Martha dropped her hand down over the front of her skirt. Her pussy was incredibly excited from watching the lewd scene. The wanton way in which the redhead wrapped her ankles around Steve's neck and forced her pleasure from his cock made Martha feel weak with desire. She did not dare arouse herself further with her hand. She was on unsafe ground. It would be bad enough if Frank should appear now. Worse, if she had her hand in her panties.

So she watched and bit her lip to fight back the passion. She could see the boy's buttocks flexing in his tight jeans as he worked to fill the girl's cunt. She was pulling him into her with her legs and her greedy hands. She reminded Martha of an octopus. Though it was the boy who was screwing her, she had him stoutly in her grasp. Martha doubted he could have escaped if he had wanted to!

"Oh Steve… do it to meee! Screw meeee!" Martha's mouth fell open as she witnessed the incredible energy with which the boy serviced the redhead's steaming pussy. She realized he must have worked just as ardently when he screwed her. But then she had been so much a part of the action that she had not realized just how awesome it was. He was amazing! She almost regretted her resolve to ban him forever from her hot cunt!

Even as she watched the teenagers labor, she determined that she would find a boy just as talented as Steve was. If he had not had Steve's experience, then she would teach him. Everything she knew from all her years of loving. Everything Steve had taught her.

Not for a moment did she doubt that her next lover would again be a boy. She craved instinctively the excitement of seducing someone for whom sex was still something intense and panting and new. She did not want another man to boss her around. She wanted another boy, to please her, to woo her, to service her every need.

Martha was feeling almost as reckless as the girl and Steve were acting. But they had a way to work off their energy. Suddenly he was clutching her ass fiercely. She was grinding her pussy down onto his cock. They were cumming!

"Uuuuhh! Steve! Steve! It's beautiful!"

"Oh yeah, baby! It's good to cum in you-u-u!"

She watched them wriggle groin to groin until they had exhausted the last iota of their lust. Then suddenly reality grabbed hold of her. She realized she must hurry back to her husband's office, before he decided to come looking for her.

It turned out that her haste was unwarranted. Coach Roy still had a half-dozen papers to grade. Martha paced the halls while she waited for him. She was reliving the scene that had made the crotch band of her panties wet. She was plotting the next step in her illicit love-life.

She was banning her teen-aged lover for infidelity! How would she replace him? Where would she find a boy that would be hers and hers alone?

From out of nowhere came the image of the shy smile and the blond hair, the boy who had watched her so attentively the night she had brought Frank to dinner. Somehow, she was going to get that boy into her home. And into her bed.

Martha giggled to herself. Even she couldn't believe she had once seen herself as little more than her husband's doormat.

Now she was a Venus! A Joan of Arc! A maker of men!

She hoped Frank would hurry with his work. She had developed a terrific appetite. A mere hamburger would never do her now. Filet mignon, maybe!

Martha managed to be subtle. She found a way to get the boy to her home without arousing any suspicions.

The next time she went to take Frank his dinner, she watched the boys working out. They were out in the field this time, in uniform. The blond boy had his uniform on, but he was spending his time warming the bench. Martha sat down casually next to him. She hoped he would not hear how hard her heart was beating.

When she started to talk to him, he lost his voice completely. Gradually she coned him out of his shyness by dwelling on the subject that seemed to interest him most.

She told him she had been gardening all morning. Right away, he wanted to know what she had in her garden, what kind of fertilizer she was using, what kind of yield she expected. Martha laughed. "I'm impressed. Obviously you know your way around a garden."

"My dad's a farmer. Or, he was a farmer. We just moved to the city last year. I wish we never had. But dad says he can make more money in the factory, and we've got a big family."

Immediately, Martha's brain went click. "Listen… maybe we can help each other out. I want to build myself a rock garden. I could use some help. My husband, the coach, hates gardening. If I paid you, would you be interested?"

He was all smiles. "Sure." The look of admiration he cast upon her made Martha's cunt throb.

She tried to tell herself that it did not even matter whether they became lovers. But her throbbing cunt laid bare the lie. She longed to feel his firm young flesh under her fingertips.

On the way home that night, she dropped the idea casually. "I'm having a lot of trouble with that rock garden project of mine, Frank. Do you think you could come out and help me Saturday?"

"Martha, you know how I hate getting Goddamned dirt all over me, unless it's on a football field. Why don't you just try something less ambitious?" Frank had changed, but not that much!

The blonde knew how to whine just enough to goad the man, without provoking him. "Oh Frank! I had my heart set on it! It'll look so nice when it's done, but at the rate I'm going, it'll take a year!"

"Well for Chrissakes, Martha, why don't you hire some kid with a strong back and a weak brain! Just so I don't have to hear about it!"

"That quiet boy, Donny, who was sitting on the bench most of the afternoon… he said he knows a lot about gardening. Do you think he'd be all right?"

"Sure. He's not doing me much good on the field as a football player; the kid would make a good ballet dancer!"

"He admires you a lot, Frank!" Martha was smiling quietly to herself. She had set it up beautifully. She didn't know when she had been so excited.

"Sure. They all do. It's part of the job."

"You love it, Frank, and you know it." He looked surprised that his wife knew him so well.

"You bet I do. There's nothing in this life I love more."

A few weeks before, Martha might have been hurt by that statement. Now it only helped her feel justified in the course she was about to undertake. On Tuesday, Donny's classes were over at two o'clock. He arrived at Martha's house well before three. She was all ready for him. It was still warm enough for shorts, and she was wearing a particularly brief pair of pink shorts with a matching halter top that exposed a generous strip of cleavage. Her pussy tingled at the boy's reaction. His blue eyes sparkled.

She touched him lightly on the shoulder and guided him into the house. "I'm so glad you could make it, Donny. I've been laying the groundwork for us. Would you like a glass of lemonade before we start? It's a hot day for such a long ride."

"That'd be great, Mrs. Roy."

She stood very close to him as they sipped their lemonade and she pointed out the lay of the garden to him through the sliding glass doors. "Shall we go have a look?"

"Sure. You've got a beautiful garden here already, Mrs. Roy. I can tell you love plants as much as I do."

She was flattered. Martha had not even realized there were males in the world who could appreciate such things. Frank never paid any attention to the garden. She did it strictly for her own pleasure, and for the tasty additions to her food supply. Gardening had been the therapy that had kept her sane during the unhappy years, she was sure.