by Jason Lenov
Coaching my Wife
A Hotwife Romance
Jason Lenov
Copyright 2016 Jason Lenov
Thirteenth Line Publications
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Natalia threw her gym bag on the floor of the hotel room and flopped onto the king size bed. She was still sweating from the match and the cleft her breasts made, pressed together by an almost too tight sports bra, glistened with her salty moisture. She closed her eyes, put a hand on her forehead and let out a giant sigh.
I let myself stare at her for a moment. Her long, lean legs dangled over the edge of the bed. I could just make out the tight white cotton of her panties beneath the tennis skirt she was wearing. "You did good out there," I said, walking over to the window and drawing the blinds. I grabbed the remote for the air conditioning and turned the fan all the way up. A blast of cold air shot out from the vent by the ceiling.
"Fuck that," she muttered, "I lost."
"Yeah, but it was a hot day. And you just played two days ago. I don't know who fucked up the schedule. I'm still gonna call someone about that."
"Forget it Dennis. It wasn't the heat. It wasn't the game two days ago." She popped up on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows. "Since when do you make excuses for my shitty playing anyways?"
"I'm not making excuses. I really thought you did good." Her tits looked even better now that she was half sitting. She swung her feet back and forth, making the muscles flex in her lithe legs. I looked away. It was the thing to do. The last thing she needed now was me leering at her and bugging her for sex.
"What's the matter?" I heard the hint of a smile in her voice and looked back. She was smiling. Just a bit.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what's the matter, you don't like my legs anymore?"
I let out a chuckle. Natalia could always tell. "I just don't want to bug you. You had a hard day. You want to watch your match?" I started rummaging around in her bag for the video recorder.
"No. I want you to come over here."
This was new. Was she serious? "What are you talking about?" I looked up at her again.
She'd spread her legs a little more, revealing a line of dampness on her panties. Right above her slit.
"I'm talking about you coming over here and fucking my brains out." She said it deadpan.
It made my cock move. "You sure the heat didn't get to you?" I straightened up, video recorder in hand.
"I'm sure. Now are you going to fuck me or not? Cause if not I'm gonna go take a shower."
Yikes. "You don't want to shower first?"
The smile crept back across her lips. "Nope."
I put the recorder down and walked over to the bed. I stared down at her. My cock was bulging against my pants. I saw her catch a glimpse of it, then her eyes came back up to mine. "Cause you're kind of sweaty."
Her smile widened. "Yeah. I know. You like that don't you?"
I did. It was just a little confusing. Sex after a match? "We should watch the match. While it's still fresh."
She shook her head. "Hey, what is this? Did the heat get to you? Or are you just getting old? Since when do you say no to sex?"
Getting old? Fuck that. I dropped down onto her, pressing her legs open. I leaned in and sucked at the soft spot on her neck. She was hot and salty. "Getting old?" I growled, rolling off to one side and pressing my hand between her legs. My fingers came up against the soaked cotton of her panties. Fuck. She was raring to go.
She spun out from under me, rolled me onto my back and swung her leg over my waist, straddling me. "So that's what it takes? A little insult to get you going?" she said with a grin. She ground her hips against my hard cock.
Fuck she was hot.
She hooked her fingers under her shirt and yank it off, along with her sports bra. Her tits came tumbling out.
I couldn't resist reaching up cupping my hands under those big, beautiful breasts. I pinched her nipples, rolling the between my finger and thumb.
She looked down. "You still like those too?"
I nodded.
Smiling, she leaned over me slowly, crawling up my body, making sure to drag her sweaty panties along my cock. She offered me her breast.
My cock flexed as I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked. It made her purr and close her eyes. She loved it when I sucked on her soft, pink nipples. I sucked it a little longer, rolling my tongue around it and collecting the salty sweat.
She pulled back, popping the sweaty nipple out from between my lips and offering me the other one. I did the same thing, licking and sucking it until it couldn't get any harder. My cock felt like it was going to split a hole in my pants.
"You like that?" she cooed into my ear, her breath hot against my cheek. "You like me all sweaty and nasty, don't you?"
"Suck my cock?" I asked. The only thing Natalia did better than play tennis was give head.
She shrugged. "Nah. I don't think so. Not today. You owe me one for playing in that heat anyways."
"I do?" I asked, knowing exactly where she was going with this. My cock flexed again.
"Yup. Besides it seems like you're already ready." She reached down between us and squeezed my balls.
"Ouch, fuck!" I cringed as a bolt of pain shot through me from what she'd done.
"Oh, sorry baby!" she cooed. She sat up, grinding her pussy against my shaft again. Slowly, carefully, she started to hike her skirt up her body. She pulled the elastic up over her breasts, letting the fabric linger on them until she yanked it off in a second reveal.
My eyes roamed down her body. Fuck she was fit. Every muscle in her body toned from tennis and running and weights. You couldn't dream up a better looking twenty-nine year old woman. I looked up to see her smiling at me. She cupped her tits with her hands, kneading them and moving them up and down.
"Still like me?"
I nodded.
"Good." She leaned over me again, her mouth close to my ear. "'Cause I want you to lick my sweaty little pussy."
You didn't have to ask me twice. I put my hands on her ass and yanked her up my body. She let out a shriek that ended in a giggle as I pried her panties to one side revealing her tight, shaved sex.
"Come on baby. Lick my puss," she whispered, lowering herself onto me.
I groaned as the taste of her sweaty sex and seeping juices drenched my tongue in a salty tang. I pulled her up closer, so her hole was above my tongue and pushed myself deep into her slit.
She groaned and slid her fingers into my hair, clutching at me with her fists. She moved her hips back and forth as I fucked her hole with my tongue, grinding aga
inst my mouth like she had against my cock.
"Fuck yeah baby," she seethed above me as I tried to get deeper into her body. I felt her pussy start to tighten.
I swept up her slit. My tongue was aching from fucking her with it. I found her clit. It was hard and tight and ready. I flicked it with my tongue making her bounce on my face, then I settled into a nice steady rhythm, circling and sucking, circling and sucking.
"Oh fuck," she moaned above me as I felt her body tighten. She squeezed my face with her thighs. I felt them start to shake.
My tongue started aching from making circles. My jaw did, too. But the only thing I loved more than coming inside her was making her come. I pushed past the pain and kept licking.
"Fuck baby, yes! You're gonna make me fucking come!" she moaned.
I kept sweeping around her tender clit, her juices soaking my jaw and running down onto my neck.
"Fuck don't stop, don't stop!" she cried just as I felt the first flex of orgasm take her. She threw her head back and screamed as her whole body shook on my face and more of her wetness seeped from her pulsing pussy. She yanked my head up, slamming my mouth against her pussy as she rode my face back and forth. She moaned. Her hips jutted forward and back.
I kept licking that sweet, salty pussy, lapping up her juice until there was nothing left of her climax and she fell forward over me.
Fuck that turned me on. I rolled her off to one side, clutching at my belt with one hand.
She rolled onto her back, watching me tug and tear at my pants, desperate to get them off. When I finally pulled them off, I yanked my shirt over my head and crawled in between her legs.
She opened for me, staring up into my eyes with a smile.
I pressed the head of my cock against her hot, wet slit.
"Wait!" she said with wide open eyes.
"What?" It was all I could do to keep from fucking my cock deep into her.
Her surprise melted back into a smile as she bit her lip. "I stopped taking my pill," she whispered with a sly smile.
A bolt of nervous energy tore through me. "You what?!?"
"Are you mad? I just though you should know."
I couldn't believe it. "Thought I should know?!? What the fuck are you talking about?"
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, Dennis, we've been talking about this for months. It's not gonna happen that quickly anyways. Besides, I thought it'd be kind of hot. You know, you fucking me for real. The way nature intended?" The smile had crept back across her lips.
Mischievous little slut. I didn't want to make her feel bad but...fuck. What a way to tell me. "You couldn't have told me earlier? Before I got in between your legs?"
"If I told you before, would you have crawled between them?"
Fuck.
"Come on baby. Fuck me. I know you want to do it. You want to fill that pussy up with your cum."
My cock was so stiff I thought it was going to fall off. She wriggled her hips, pushing her hot pussy against my throbbing head.
"Think about it, think of all that hot cum swimming up inside me," she whispered. Her eyes were wide with excitement. Like she was going to get off on it as much as I was.
"Fuck it," I mumbled. I grabbed her hair, yanking her head to one side, exposing her neck. My hips slammed forward. My cock drove deep into her sweaty cunt. Instincts took over. Suddenly we were just two shapes of flesh, tearing at each other, grinding against each other, trying to fill and be filled as deeply as we could.
Our two bodies together turned into a frenzy of sex. I could feel hot cum moving from deep inside me. She wrapped her legs around me. I slammed into her harder. Her pussy squeezed around my cock.
"Oh fuck baby, you're gonna make me fucking come again!" she panted, grinding against me. "You're gonna make me cum."
The way she said it, so ecstatic and delirious and desperate drove me over the edge. "Fuck!" I groaned as I felt the seed start spurting out of me.
"Are you coming?" she begged, clawing at my body. "Are you coming in my bare pussy? Oh fuck that's so hot!"
And suddenly we were both in the grips of a shared climax that moved back and forth between us as we flexed and fucked and squeezed. Hot cum shot out of me, glazing her bare walls and starting to swim deep into her insides.
Her pussy clenched around my hard cock. Her legs gripped my waist. She dragged her nails along my back and screamed. Another wave of climax slammed into both of us, then started to ebb.
I fucked my cock into her long after I'd come. Like my body wanted to drive my sperm even deeper inside her. Once the feeling had slipped away completely I fell out of her and rolled off on one side of the bed. We both lay panting for a few minutes in the silence.
"Holy fuck that was hot," I finally managed on an exhale.
She rolled over onto me, her tight body glistening with sweat. She smiled. "Want to do it again?"
Chapter 2
"What the fuck has gotten into you?"
She giggled at the question and her hand drifted down my body and squeezed my softening cock. "Just fun is all. What?"
I peered at her, trying to figure out what the look on her face meant. "Fun? You really want to have this baby, don't you?"
She huffed and rolled her eyes and flopped down on the bed. "Honestly Dennis? Yes. I really want to have a fucking baby. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of the fucking circuit. I'm tired about worrying about whether I had enough carbs yesterday or not. I'm tired of feeling like shit in the sun and losing games."
"Babe, you're not losing that many games."
"Yeah, I just don't care."
"What do you mean you don't care? You love this."
She rolled over, propped her head up on her hand and looked me in the eye. "Dennis, I loved this. Past tense. I'm over it."
"What the fuck do you mean you're over it?!? You're so fucking close to grand slam!"
"That's what I'm saying. I just don't fucking care any more."
I was floored. Not that she wasn't allowed to have her own opinion. It's just that we'd worked so hard for this. All of the biggest tournaments. She was so close! "Baby, can we just hold off a little while longer? I know you can do this. You're close. You're at the top of your fucking game." I kissed her cheek.
She sighed again and rolled away. "Dennis, I've got this. I know already. I'm good and I know I can do this. I just don't care anymore."
I didn't get it. This wasn't my Natalia. This wasn't the girl that was in it to win it. This wasn't my wife! "Where the hell is all this coming from?"
"I don't know," she said, sighing again and looking the other way. "I guess...I guess I just know that I could do it if I wanted to. Honestly that's kind of enough for me. I don't care about actually doing it."
This was very perplexing. "So what do you care about?"
She rolled back over towards me. She was smiling again. It felt good, seeing her smile. "I care about us. I care about a baby. I care about starting a family and settling down and having a nice life. I've worked my ass off. We've worked our asses off. Can't we just, I don't know, coast for a while?"
A baby. We'd been talking about a baby for a while now. It wasn't that I didn't want it. I did want it. We were just so close. She was close. So close to killing it on the court. She was so close to being the top female player and now she wanted to quit.
And it wasn't just that. Every time she brought up the baby thing, I couldn't help but think about what I'd thought about every single day since I'd married her. Every single time we'd had sex. I was the only one. I was the only guy she'd ever dated. I was the only guy she'd ever slept with. I was...the only guy she'd ever known.
"What? Now what are you thinking about?" she asked with a smile. "I can tell it's something."
"Just the same old shit, I guess."
"What's the same old shit?" She leaned closer and traced a line through the hair on my chest.
"Aw fuck, Natalie, you know."
"I don't know. Tell me."
I kind of hated wh
en she did this, made me confess about what I really thought. I kind of loved it, too. "The same old shit I always think about when we talk about this. What about you? What about...you know....the thing?"
The thing. It's what we called her monogamy. It's what we called the fact that she'd never been with another guy. It's what we called this weird relationship that we'd started when she was nineteen. When I became her coach.
She curled up to me. "I thought we already settled that? I thought we decided it wasn't a thing after all?"
"I think that was just you."
"Was it?" she asked, yawning. It was her favourite calming signal.
"Yeah. And you didn't really say that, remember? You said it wasn't worth talking about."
"Well, maybe it's not."
"I think it is." I nudged her off of me so I could sit up. "I want to talk about it again."
"Ugh, Dennis," she said, rolling her eyes. "Do we have to?"
Did we have to? Maybe we didn't right then. Maybe we could have just left it for another time or never talked about it. But something lived in a dark part of my mind. Something that would not let me fall back asleep at night if I woke up. Something that I let out occasionally, that came slithering out of the darkness so I could stare it, part disgusted, part horrified and part entranced.
This wasn't just about Natalia being with another guy. It wasn't just about her experiencing someone other than me. Part of it was about me. Part of it was about me not being able to shake the notion of her with another man.
"Now what are you thinking about? More Sex?" she giggled, reaching down to grab my cock.
A shiver ran through me at how close she was to the truth. "Kind of," I replied.
"Good. Then let's stop talking and start doing!" She shuffled closer and kissed me on the arm.
It was tough to resist her beautiful body but I knew I couldn't let this go on any longer. It had haunted me for years and if she was this serious about having a baby, I knew it was time to get it out of the way.
