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Hotwife Swim Coach
(Kethandra Wilde)

Realization hit her: Are those boys talking about me?



"Shh. Keep it down."



When they whispered it was harder to tell whose voice was whose. "She's not a mom, really. She's Bobby's stepmom."



They were definitely talking about her.



"Yeah. How did his dad score that?"



Yeah indeed. How did he? She'd never been close to ready to commit to one man, not when there were so many men out there. She smiled, warmth and more - a growing dampness - spreading out from that place where the jeans seam rubbed.



So many men: that was exactly why she's agreed to marry the handsome but older - and much richer - man. He didn't mind her other men at all, as long as she was discreet. And as long as she shared the details with him. Either describing everything, or making sure it took place in front of a hidden camera. Lately, they had talked about him watching his hot young wife with other men in person, hiding. Soon. She gave in at that thought, driving with one hand so the other could start to press on that insistent seam of her shorts, snug against her crotch. She squirmed at the increased sensations that radiated out from her core.



"Shh!"



"I'm shushing. But still, did you see those tits?"



Laugh. "Jesus, Speedy, what's up with you and those glorious titties?"



Glorious? Michelle smiled to herself, feeling a glow of pride.



"What's up? I'm up. Every time I see them."



"Hahaha. You, young Speedy, have a one-track mind. She's not merely a walking set of boobs."



Yeah! Let Stan, eloquent, thoughtful Stan speak up for her as a person. No wonder they called him the Silver-tongued Devil.



"She's not?" Jokingly incredulous.



"No. She's not. Have you seen her smile?"



That a boy! Michelle silently cheered Stan on.



"Those plump, perfect blowjob lips?"



Hey! That caught her by surprise.



"And the gap - we're talking a three- maybe a four-finger gap - between the tops of those long lean lovely thighs?"



"Enough Stan! You're killing us."



"My poor blue balls!"



Stan wasn't quite done. "I could get lost between those thighs. Mmm-mmm. Lost for days."



"But still, those perfect, round..." Speedy's voice lowered to an intense, mock-whisper. "...titties. Rrrr!" Laughter rewarded him. Michelle could picture the young man's hands pretending to heft imaginary melons.



"And especially today." This whisper sounded more genuine. "I don't think she's wearing a bra. I'm sure I saw a hint of nipples poking out."



Okay. It had been chilly in the pre-dawn morning. They wouldn't see any more of that.



"Especially today is right, what with bonehead's Warrior Power idea. Fuck! My balls are ready to bust a great big blue warrior power nut."



"And he's the only one not here. He's probably laughing at us from bed, stroking off his second nut of the morning."



"Thinking about his new stepmom's perfect tits."



"He's probably got his face buried in her panties. Before he cums on them." Slim! Thinking about her panties like that.



"Shh!"



"What? I know I would." Her fingers pushed harder between her thighs at the thought, at the passionate way Slim said it.



"Speedy woulda already cum a second time, before he got to even sniffing the panties.



"Shut up."



"You guys!"



She called back over her shoulder. "I hear a lot of laughter back there, boys. Don't wear yourselves out before the prelims start."



"Shh! I told you!"