Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

"It's my pleasure, to help a pretty lady, ma'am. Besides, I'd do anything to miss English lit, and that's just what I'm missing right now."

They said little to one another on the drive over to the dentist's. Steve observed the older woman from time to time from the corner of his eye. Once or twice, he caught her looking shyly back. Each time, she blushed and looked away.

The first time he met his coach's wife, Steve had realized she was a shy, insecure woman. She carried herself in a way that indicated she did not even expect anyone to see her. Steve thought she probably had no idea how beautiful she was. Beautiful women were usually more sure of themselves than was Mrs. Roy.

The boy had noted that the coach did not seem to pay any more attention to his wife than his dad did to Miss Pope. But, while Miss Pope could cover herself well with a calm confident manner, Mrs. Roy acted in a way that showed she felt downtrodden and neglected.

The boy's heart went out to the older woman who sat nervously in her seat watching the road ahead. His cock throbbed in his jeans as he cast a furtive glance at her ripe out-thrusting tits. It seemed a waste to Steve that tits like Mrs. Roy's should go feeling neglected.

It was only on the way back from the dentist that the woman started up a conversation. "It's certainly nice to know that I have good healthy teeth. I always get nervous when I go to the dentist. Don't you?"

"Sure. But guys aren't supposed to show that kind of thing. We're supposed to be tough."

"Yes. That's the way your coach wants you, I suppose."

"Coach Roy's an okay guy. He's won our school a lot of ball games. He's tough all right, and he expects us to be just as tough or tougher. But I don't like to be tough all the time."

"No?" Martha turned to the handsome boy as he guided the car safely into her driveway. "How do you like to be when you're not being tough?" All during the ride, Martha's emotions had been wavering from one extreme to another. She blushed with shame when she remembered the erotic daydreams she had been entertaining about the boy the other day. She blushed with pleasure when she found him looking at her with those tender eyes that told her he really saw her and he liked what he saw.

"A guy's got to know how to be tender too. No woman wants a guy who's always being tough."

She thought how wise he was, and how handsome. She wished her husband might listen to this boy sometime. Maybe he would learn something. "Why don't you come in for a minute, Steve? The least I can do is give you some pie and milk."

"Sounds good to me." Steve walked behind her into the house. Her dress was full and flowed loosely over her hips. But still he could detect the taut firm undulations of her ass-cheeks as she walked. Every now and then the dress would grip her tight and Steve's cock would lurch. He sensed about the woman that she kept a lot of herself buried deep inside. She was like a locked box of treasures. He wanted to find the key to unlock the box. He was sure he would be very pleased with what he found inside.

Steve had decided to make Mrs. Roy his project. He wanted to do something to make the sad older woman happy. And he wanted to satisfy his own prurient curiosity… not to mention the growing bulge in his pants. Steve knew already how grateful a lonely woman could be.

She brought him his pie and milk. She sipped on a cold glass of wine while he ate. "Do you wear your glasses most of the time, Mrs. Roy?" he asked.

She raised her hand to the frames and smiled sheepishly. "Most of the time. I just can't get used to contact lenses."

"You must have been wearing them the other day when I saw you at the school. You sure have pretty eyes, Mrs. Roy. You can't see them so good when you're wearing your glasses."

His compliment flustered her. She watched her fingers twirling idly in her lap. She was afraid to look at him. It was so seldom that Martha received compliments she was not good at taking them calmly. She feared the boy might, somehow sense how he had made her moist cunt flutter. "Thank you, Steve. Would you like another piece of pie?"

"Sure. It's great stuff!"

Martha could not remember when she had been so pleased. Young Steve was making her feel special in a way that her own husband never bothered to do. She drank her second glass of wine while the boy ate his pie. Though she knew he must leave soon, her brain searched wildly for excuses to keep him a little longer. He was such good company!

When he had finished his pie, Steve got up and went to the couch to sit beside his coach's wife. Ever since his arrival at the house, he had been plotting how he might best try to seduce Mrs. Roy. He had seen how vulnerable she was to any kind of little attention. How she blushed at his compliments. He could tell she found him attractive. He decided she would be easy. Once he made his first move, she would fall right into his arms. He sensed she was starved for his good loving. His affair with Miss Pope had made Steve a self-styled expert in the wants and needs of older women.

When he put his arm around her and took off her glasses she looked away, embarrassed yet too stunned to come right out and ask him what was going on. When he put his mouth on hers, he could feel her trembling against him. She gave him back only the slightest pressure against his lips.

It was when he forced his tongue in between her lips that she let go. With a moaning sigh of need, she drove her own tongue into his mouth. She swirled it around his tongue. Her lips nibbled his lips. Her breasts pushed against him. He had never felt so much need emanating from a woman!

"Oh Mrs. Roy," he murmured as she covered his face with kisses, "you're so beautiful… I just can't help myself. It feels so good to put my arms around you."

Martha had not thought much yet about what was happening. She was just tipsy enough from the wine that she was more interested in the wanton feel of her lips on the boy's cheeks and neck and mouth than in the rights and wrongs of what was happening.

It seemed an incredible extension of her wanton daydreams. Suddenly, the boy who had been so kind to her at the gym was holding her and kissing her. He was telling her she was beautiful!

Martha's senses were overloaded! She could not fathom the wonder of what was happening. She did not want to. She wanted only to absorb everything she could from the moment. His mouth felt so good on her neck. He was making her break out in goosebumps that set up an answering tingle in her cunt! She felt so good! So good!

She felt hint reach inside the front of her dress and caress first one breast and then the other. For a moment, her conscience struggled to get a hold on things. But she worked eagerly to defeat her conscience. His tender caresses were so thrilling compared to her husband's usual rough assault. And he kept murmuring the sweetest things, about how good she felt, how much he was attracted to her. Not for a moment did she doubt the sincerity of anything the boy said. She needed too much to believe him!

"Ooohhh… Steve… I don't believe it! I don't believe how good I feel! I'm goosebumps all over! Mmmmm…"

Stew was elated. Things were going even better than he had hoped they might. With just a few kisses and caresses to incite her, Mrs. Roy was quivering putty in his hands! His cock was throbbing at the prospect of the forbidden treat that lay before him!

Her tits felt wonderful – so soft and firm under his touch as he forced his fingers inside her bra. The boy was intensely aroused though, and he was past the point of being content to stroke Mrs. Roy's tits. He was intrigued by thoughts of the pussy hiding underneath her green dress. He wondered if it was already hot and wet. He wanted to touch her smoldering snatch for himself. He wanted to savor the simmering aroma of her excitement.