The Coach
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Wife takes another look at husband's old football coach.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wife Watching MaleDom Humiliation
Tommy was dealing with the valet parking guy, so he wasn’t able to apply his usual protection. His wife needed a full-time blocker, or at least a body guard, whenever she went out in public, and that was one of his jobs.
Kristen was a hot girl. When Tommy said that, it wasn’t just the usual husband, “my wife is pretty cause I love her” thing. No. His wife was universally known in their small county to be the hottest woman around by far.
She was just 23 years old and had been out of college for almost two years. In her youth, she was a beauty queen, but chose not to be a cheerleader for two rather large reasons that are attached to her chest. She was the dream queen of every man, young and old. Tommy knew that because many men were not shy in saying it. Right to his face. Almost daily.
His wife was statuesque at 5’9” with long honey blond hair. She had fine features and a gorgeous face. Her skin was perfect, and without blemish. She had long athletic legs and huge perfect breasts. And not just big hangers either. No, they were these amazing 34GG babies with tiny pink nipples that defied the laws of physics and human biology. It was a pretty picture.
Tommy’s young wife, with all her charms, was also very smart and accomplished. She had a degree in graphic design and worked for a local ad and marketing agency.
As a hot babe, she was used to fending off aggressive men like a star running back with stiff arms and quick moves, but she occasionally needed her husband to throw a block. And that’s what he just missed doing.
They had gone out for their first anniversary dinner at one of the best restaurants in town. Dressed up for the occasion, Kristen wore a little white dress that showed off both her amazing legs and astounding cleavage.
Tommy honestly had trouble keeping his eyes on the road on the way over, and she found that very funny. She commented about wanting to look nice for her husband, but not be so distracting that he had an accident.
As he got the ticket stub from the valet, Tommy looked up in time to see his sexy wife being hugged by the town lecher, Coach Stevens. The older man had been the head PE teacher and assistant football coach in their little football town all Tommy’s life.
There had been many head coaches, but just one “Coach.” For as long as anyone could remember, he had been known as the town playboy, running through a number of wives and scandals. Yet the team kept winning, and he kept his job.
At one time, the coach had been a big-time college linebacker, but at 55, he was running to fat and beginning to lose his hair. Clearly he was no longer the ladies’ favorite he once had been, and time had not been good to him.
He now turned more stomachs than heads. And Kristen felt no differently. In fact, she despised him and the football blockheads like him.
Except for Tommy, who had been a star quarterback and one of the coach’s “boys.” She loved him but despised the rest.
The old Coach also loved Tommy. Always a nice thing to say. Always a warm compliment. Always a reminiscence about some game they’d won.
Like many former players, Tommy actually liked the old guy. After all, he’d spent most of his youth trying to please the Coach in a classroom or on a football field.
And hey, Tommy was a young lawyer in town making his way in the world, and I needed all his networks working to attract clients. Coach sent business his way, because the younger man was one of his boys.
Tommy rushed up the steps of the restaurant to break up what had to be a scene about ready to explode. The Coach had one paw on Kristen’s right beast side cleavage and the other pulling her left ass cheek to grind his groin against hers. Tommy could tell that his lovely wife was about to lose her cool.
The young husband greeted Coach warmly and used a strong handshake to separate his wife from the older man’s grasp. Coach asked if this was a big date, and Tommy told him about their anniversary.
“No shit,” he said. “One year already? Let me buy you guys a drink.”
“That’s not necessary,” Tommy said, as he felt his wife’s temperature rise as she stood beside him. But the Coach insisted and led them to the bar in his usual bull-like manner. Kirsten gave her husband a penetrating stare, but all he could do was shrug.
After drinks were served, Kristen excused herself to the ladies room. Tommy went after her to see if she was alright and caught up to her in the hall.
“Are you OK?”
“That sex offender should be locked up. God, he’s disgusting.”
“Honey!”
“Why do you always defend him? Did you see the way he grabbed my tits and my ass? He’s a fucking menace to society.”
“Honey, what can I do? He’s The Coach.”
“If he spoils this evening, I will kill you both.” And with a hair flip, she stormed into the ladies room. He returned to the bar to find a smiling Coach.
“Trouble in paradise, huh? Too bad, son. That is one fine piece of ass you married. If you need some help with that, let me know, kid. I would love to give her the old 10-incher.” He grabbed his crotch in the crudest of ways to make his point.
Yes, Tommy knew. No one should let another man talk like that about his wife. But, he had been listening to the Coach’s crass talk since he was a boy. Locker room talk. This was tame in contrast to what he said about female teachers, cheerleaders or the players’ moms for Christ’s sake. The younger man was conditioned to this shit.
“That’s what she needs, you know. A big hard one. I’ve seen the type. Thinks they’re better than us muscle heads. Well, I could show her a thing or two. You’re probably way too gentle with her. Slap her around a little every now and then.”
“Pardon me Coach, but do you think I should be taking marital advice from you? I mean, how many times were you married?” He laughed. We could always joke with him about that.
“Maybe you’re right, kid, but I could always keep ‘em happy in bed. That wasn’t the problem. When they caught me in another bed, now that was a problem.” He laughed again as Kristen returned.
Just then the young couple got a reprieve when the hostess said their table was ready. As they left the bar, Coach wished them a happy anniversary and pulled the astounded wife into one more hug letting his hand roam to her ass.
After they were finally seated, and she had calmed down, Tommy asked her to try not to be mad at the Coach. “He was an important influence on me,” he reasoned. “He is part of what made me the man you love.”
“Ok, but just keep him away from me. I’ll break his fucking arm at the elbow if he feels me up again.”
The next day, the young man ran into the Coach again at lunch. He was asked if Kristen’s agency did “free stuff.”
“You mean pro bono work?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“We are thinking about changing the school mascot and logo.”
“I have no idea.”
“Well maybe I’ll go over there and ask. Who’s running that place?”
“Marcia Stoddard, I think.”
“The fat one who wanted to be a cheerleader so bad?”
“I don’t know, Coach. That may have been before my time. She’s around 40 I think.”
“So even fatter now you’re saying?” He smiled.
“I didn’t say any such thing. Don’t get me in trouble.” He laughed, and they parted ways.
The next night, Tommy came home to a livid wife. “That pervert friend of yours came to the agency today.”
“Which one?” A legitimate question given that most of Tommy’s friends were ex-football players.
“YOUR Coach! And he wants me to design a new logo for the school. And what’s worse Marcia agreed to it. I think she’s hot for him, the fat old cow. She had an affair with him once and would like to again. It seems like she would do anything to please him.”
“I’m sorry, honey. Maybe it won’t be so bad, creating a new logo for your old school.”
“It will be a goddamn nightmare. You don’t know what that man says to me. All he has ever wanted to do, since my boobs grew, was to get in my pants. He’s an old fat pervert.”
“What does he say,” he asked, a little surprised.
“If I have to hear him brag about the size of his dick one more time, I will scream. Ten inches, my ass. I bet it’s the size of a thimble.”
“No, it’s pretty big,” Tommy heard himself saying as he also wondered why the words were coming out of his mouth.
“How would you know?”
“Showers, honey. Football teams shower together. Hard to hide the size of your dick in a communal shower.”
“Oh my God. You mean he showered with the students? He is a worse pervert than I thought.”
Then she went silent, and Tommy hoped the difficult conversation was now at an end. But it wasn’t.
“How big?” She asked a little hesitantly.
“Big.”
“Ten inches big?”
“We try not to get hard in the showers honey. It’s bad form, you know. Could get the homo label applied to you. Worse thing that could happen to a football player.”
“But could it be, you know, ten inches?”
“I guess. I wouldn’t doubt the Coach on anything. At one time, he was quite successful with the ladies. Why? Does his having a big dick interest you?” My own dick was suddenly rock hard at the thought of the possibilities.
“I’m not interested in that pig’s dick. Just curious. It explains some things, though. I always assumed he was a serial rapist. I can’t imagine any woman choosing to sleep with him. But maybe the big dick...”
“He married half a dozen women. They must have consented.”
“I was sure he blackmailed them somehow.”
“What do you know about big dicks anyway?” he asked. Tommy’s was only about 6 inches, and she had very little sexual experience before him.
“I don’t know anything except what other girls have told me. I had a sorority sister in college who only slept with black guys, you know, for the big black dicks.” She giggled. “She said you haven’t lived till you are completely full of cock. She said it was a non-stop cum fest.”
“Jesus, what a whore you lived with!”
“Well big dick or not, who would sleep with your Coach? I shudder at the thought.”
“You really do hate him, don’t you.”
“Immensely.”
“What are you going to do then about this job thing?”
“I’m going to avoid him like the plague.”
Two days later I was packing to leave for my weekend of reserve duty. I had used ROTC to get through college and still had my military commitment. Kristen walked in while I was latching my backpack.
“What will you do while I’m gone?”
“Work, I guess. I want to get this school logo done and get your Coach out of my life as quickly as possible. He wants to come see what I’ve done.”
“Here. He’s coming here this weekend?”
“Tomorrow. He said he can’t come during school, so this is the only time he can meet.”
“Are you comfortable with that?” he asked. After all, she wanted to avoid Coach just a few days ago, and now she was acting resigned to meeting him in their home when Tommy was not there.
“What choice do I have? But don’t worry. I can handle that fat old pig.”
This was the moment when Tommy admitted to himself that he would not mind if his wife experimented with a big dick. He wouldn’t say he fantasized about it, but it would be sexy as shit to see.
Kristen was so hot that he found himself watching her reactions during sex. He was much more interested in her pleasure than his own.
But with the Coach? There was no question that the old guy planned this for the weekend her husband would be away. There was also no doubt in Tommy’s mind that he would try to fuck Kristen and no doubt that he would fail.
Nevertheless, Tommy had to see this upcoming encounter between his wife and the Coach. Fortunately, before they got married, he had installed tiny hidden security cameras in his house that could be monitored from the web.
There was one at each door and in the garage. So the living room and kitchen were covered. He just had to move the one from the garage into the bedroom without Kristen noticing.
The last thing he wanted was her thinking he didn’t trust her. This was some high tech shit where you could both see and listen to the bad guys burgling your house. A college friend of his who worked for some Silicon Valley startup sold them to him.
All day Saturday, he wanted to check the monitors, but was too busy. It wasn’t until dinner that he got a chance to slip away and see what they recorded.
He found Kristen already in bed with the covers pulled up over her head. Why was she in bed so early? Was she sick? He downloaded the video for the day to his laptop which took quite a while because it’s HD.
Once they were safely on his laptop, Tommy started playing the video of the living room first, fast forwarding until he saw Kristen let Coach in the door.
The first thing he noticed was that she was wearing a short skirt and a tight t-shirt. He found that a bit confusing as it’s not the type of apparel he would have thought she’d employ to shut down sexual advancements. In fact, that outfit would fuel them.
The Coach took a seat on the couch even though she tried to get him to come to the table where her laptop was set up. But clearly, he was taking control and having things his way. Classic Coach.
“Get me a beer honey, would you?” he said, like he was there for a social call. “That’s a good girl.” He pats her ass. She’s clearly exasperated, but she does it.
She brought the beer, and her laptop to the couch, sat a good distance from him and started to pitch her ideas for a new logo. He patted the sofa next to him for her to come closer.
“I can’t see them from way over there. Come here sweetheart and show me what you’ve done.” She reluctantly slid down, and he immediately put his arm over the back of her shoulders and pulled her closer.
“Coach! What are you doing?” She asked.
“Just trying to see better, baby. You really need a bigger computer. But no problem. Come on now. Show the old Coach what you got.”
With a sigh, she began talking fast, trying to get this over with as fast as she could. She was talking about the ram head she had drawn and how she had applied the school colors. She explained about the logo fonts she chose and why they stood out. Yet, he was clearly not paying attention to anything but her tits and legs.
“Let me ask you,” he said. “Did you lose your virginity to a football player in high school? Cause girls with tits like yours usually start young.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Nothing really. It’s just that you created a fierce looking ram mascot here, and I was wondering if it’s too sexual. Maybe too sexual for high school.”
“I don’t think it is at all.”
“I was just wondering who you fashioned it after. Your husband or some other football player who banged you in high school.”
“That is none of your business. If you must know, I thought of you when I drew this mascot.”
“So you think I’m sexy, huh?” He moved his arm down to her shoulder. She crossed her arms and legs in a defensive move.
“I do-do not,” she stammered. He had her in full defensive mode now, and he pressed forward.
“It’s all the stories about my big cock you’ve heard over the years? The women I have had, maybe?”
“You are so full of yourself.”
“But you think about it, don’t you baby? What it would be like to get fucked by a huge cock. Why else would you dress up like this for me? You can admit it. All the women do, you know.”
“I do not. I don’t even believe half those stories are true. I certainly never thought of you as much of a stud. My husband is young and handsome and all I need. And I dress like this all the time.”
“On weekends when your husband is out of town? I don’t think so. And you do think about getting a big cock in that little pussy of yours. Probably mine. You are creaming your panties right now just thinking of it. You don’t fool me. I can smell wet pussy a mile away.”
“I am not,” she responded, mouth wide open aghast at what he was saying to her. She didn’t say anything for a minute, but then said, “I don’t even believe you’re as big as you say you are. I think it’s all just little-boy bragging.”
Now this bothered Tommy because he had just told her the other day that it was true. Why was she baiting him?
And of course, he took the bait. He stood up, turned to face her, unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans and all to the floor. There, quivering in front of Kristen’s face was the longest, fattest hard-on Tommy had ever seen. He was certain it was the largest Kristen had ever seen.
“Well? It looks real to me,” he laughed. She should have been angry. She should have stormed from the room. That is what her husband expected. But, she just looked at it a little mystified, but leaning forward, too.
“It is big,” she sounded surprised as if talking to herself. “And it’s beautiful. You have a big beautiful cock.” She hesitantly raised her hand to touch it. Feeling the head first then sliding her hand under it as if testing its weight.
“You pussy’s all wet now ain’t it. Admit it,” he said, smiling down at her. She just looked up into his face without removing her hand from his cock. “Yes it is,” she said. He put one hand on her head and tried to pull her to his cock.
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