Coach Jim loved the end of practice, when all the mothers, the soccer moms, would show up to pick up their kids. They could often be seen arriving early and standing off to the side watching their kids at practice. This year, Jim's favorite Mom was Cindy. She was Amanda's mother. Amanda was one of the better players on the team, but it was her mother, Cindy, that Jim really cared about. Jim was absolutely proper with the players, they were just 10 year olds, and he taught them well. He was a good coach.
The mothers were another thing entirely though. They were all old enough to know their own mind. In the 10 years that Jim had been coaching kids soccer, he had managed to go to bed with at least one of the mothers in 8 of those years. Every year a new set of mothers. Jim coached in a very affluent suburb in Michigan. He had the time because he worked the graveyard shift at an auto factory. Around the town where he coached, he was an oddity because he was black and the suburb was 90% white. Like you find in any really affluent place, the wives and mothers here tended to be white and blonde and beautiful.
Cindy was so pretty it made him ache. She was a little taller than average and had shoulder length blonde hair. Her face was beautiful but warm, a girl next-door type, kind of like Cheryl Tiegs. She tended to wear clothes that showed her athletic body. His favorite was her tennis outfit, a really short skirt that displayed her long pale legs and a tank top that made her look sleek and smooth as a fish, but couldn't hide her perfect breasts.
Jim could see that Cindy had that look. Certain women got it, certain white women. He had learned to spot it easily now. When he was younger, it used to confuse him. Some women are just drawn to the flame. They may have no idea, and then they meet a black man that's big and strong and handsome. The taboo against black men and white women then works on their subconscious and pretty soon they are having fantasies about a black lover with a giant cock.
Cindy had it, he was sure. When they spoke at the field, she would giggle nervously, laugh a little too easily and look shy whenever he looked straight into her eyes.
Once one of these women reached the state Cindy was in, all he needed was an opportunity to be alone with her for while and he could seduce her. His opportunity had arrived. At the last practice, Amanda had told him that she would miss the next practice because she was going on a trip with her Daddy and wouldn't be back until Monday. She said her Mommy had to stay home because of a charity auction she was organizing on Saturday.
He was standing at Cindy's front door. Practice ended about 30 minutes ago and it was near dusk, still light enough out that she wouldn't be afraid to open the door.
"Hi, Cindy, how are you? I just stopped by to make sure that Amanda was all right, she didn't show up for practice today."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Amanda was supposed to tell you last practice, she's visiting my in-laws with my husband. Did she forget?"
"She must have. It's OK though. I just wanted to make sure she was safe. Since I'm here though, how does Amanda like the team? Is she having fun?"
"Please, I'm being rude. Please come in." Cindy looked a little nervous, but her manners took over. "Would you like something to drink? I was just having a glass of wine. I have beer and soft drinks too, if you'd rather." Jim couldn't believe his luck. A glass of wine would give him reason to stay around for a while without having to be creative.
"I'll have whatever you are. Thank you."
They sat in the living room and chatted for a while about Amanda and the team and the other players. Jim sat on the sofa and Cindy sat in a chair. They talked about the school and some town events. Cindy found herself thinking wicked thoughts. She had noticed from the start how good looking and strong he was, but it was his voice that really got to her. It was deep and resonant. It made her feel all warm and wet inside. She felt really guilty about being attracted to him, she was happily married after all. She wasn't about to risk her marriage on some fling, and certainly not with a black man. This was the first time she had been strongly attracted by a black man, though, and it was interesting.
Cindy's glass was empty and she walked into the kitchen to refill her glass. "Would you like a little more wine, Jim?" She was feeling the wine just a little bit because of her empty stomach. Jim walked in after her. "Here let me help you." And he put his hand over hers on the bottle. His touch on her hand was electric. She liked his touch. So far it was innocent, she didn't need to repel it right away.
Cindy turned toward him and he was so close that she was looking up at him. He said something, she was not sure what, and that warm resonant voice combined with his proximity made her nearly swoon unexpectedly. She hadn't realized just how strong her attraction to him was. Her knees felt weak and she leaned slightly against the kitchen counter to steady herself. Completely unconsciously, she tilted her head back and to the side and parted her lips slightly, just the way every woman does when she wants to be kissed.
Jim saw it and smiled to himself. She was his. He lowered his face to hers quickly and kissed her. Her hands pushed against his chest at first to make him stop, but she quit that soon. After that her tongue responded to his and they had their first deep passionate kiss. Cindy was shocked at first that he would kiss her, and then at herself because she wanted it so badly. They kissed again, hungry for each other, their lips nibbling and softly biting, their tongues sparring. Kissing a black man was a wicked thrill for Cindy. She couldn't believe how hot she was getting.
When she felt his hand on her breast, the shock was too much. She pushed him away and said "wait, please, I'm not sure what I'm doing." She went and sat down on the couch. Jim sat down facing her and took her hands in his. "I'm sorry, I went too far."
"No, please, it was my fault. I'm just not sure what I want."
Jim took Cindy's chin and guided her face toward his and they kissed again, starting slowly and then regaining intensity again. Jim kissed her face and neck as well as her mouth, all gently, making love to her face with his lips. She melted into the couch and her arms went around him and held him to her. After a while Cindy felt his hand slide down her neck and onto her chest, his palm covering her breast. She didn't startle this time, she moaned. She couldn't believe she had gone this far with her daughter's coach, but she couldn't stop yet. Her desire had overcome her good sense.
As Jim unbuttoned her blouse, Cindy moaned with each button, each one a little surrender. When he opened her blouse and popped the front clasp on her bra, her breasts felt the cool air for the first time. His large hands on her bare flesh felt so strong and gentle when they played with her nipples. Cindy moaned almost continually now. He bent and began to kiss the small pink buds and her pleasure rose again. They kissed and then he sucked and caressed her breasts for a long time. Jim could see her legs opening and closing as they continued to neck like a couple of randy high school students.
Jim knelt in front of Cindy and reached under both sides of her skirt and pulled down her panties. She put up token resistance. Then he raised her skirt and began to kiss the inside of her thighs down near the knee. He worked his way up to her pussy slowly. He was pleased to see that she was blonde down here too. When his tongue finally touched her clit she was ready for it and a loud moan escaped her lips. He decided not to tease her as much as he usually would. He drove her quickly to a shuddering orgasm. Cindy moaned uncontrollably and held his head tight to her pussy. He licked all the way through her orgasm and it made her twitch and bounce. Cindy laid back on the couch after her shivering subsided and closed her eyes. Jim sat back up on the sofa and now he could see tears squeezing from her eyelids. "Cindy, what's wrong?"
"I feel terrible, I've been unfaithful to my husband. I should have been stronger. I should have asked you to leave earlier. It's all my fault."
"No, it's my fault. I'll just go."
Now Cindy felt guilty about Jim. "Wait Jim. What are you going to do now? I got you all excited and you were so good to me. You know, my husband doesn't do that to me very often." and then after a pause and now very softly "I really liked it."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"I want to do something for you, but we can't have intercourse, I'm not ready for that."
"You could do the same thing for me."
"You mean go down on you? Suck you?"
"Yes." Jim loved hearing her say the works "Suck you".
"Oh, my gosh. I... Well..."
"Please do it for me, Cindy."
The voice was irresistible.
She had been thinking she would give him a hand job, but now she realized that wasn't what she wanted.
"OK." She said quietly. She seemed uncertain what to do next.
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