"Let's go, boys!" She yelled out across the field. Our kids were on the same soccer team, and we were all set up on a Saturday morning at the local fields. I said soccer, but we also did football, basketball, baseball, and swimming. It's easy to overdo it with your kids sometimes.

Her name was Kristen, and she was in her mid-thirties. Long, brown hair, tied back in a ponytail.

Just for a second, I flashed to the image of pulling that ponytail as I slid my hard cock into her pussy from behind.

Do you ever do that? Imagine the people around you in a sexual act. The woman next to you at the grocery store or the woman in line in front of you at the movies?

Does she stare into his eyes while she sucks his cock? Do her ass cheeks ripple when you slam your cock into her pussy? Is she a screamer? Does she take it in her face or swallow it all?

"C'mon, guys!" Her yell brought me out of my trance. I quickly gave up on the action in my head and focused back on the action on the field.

My wife was sitting in her camp chair in front of me as I stood behind her with my phone to catch any videos that I could. Our boy was a great athlete, and we really enjoyed watching him play.

Kristen's kid was also naturally good at sports, so our kids always seemed to play on the same teams or in the same league.

Kristen and her husband even lived catty-corner behind us. Our houses backed up to each other, but we only shared half of the backyard fence with her neighbor.

During the pandemic, we put in an above-ground pool with an attached deck. When you stand on the deck, you can see partly into the neighbors' yards. As our kids got older and became friends, I put in a gate on the part of our shared fence so that the boys could play together.

Kristen's husband and I weren't good buddies. We just didn't match up. I've been a pretty good judge of character, and I just didn't like him. He was really into himself, but he was a beta male. He always told his son how good he was, even when he messed up. I mean, I'm a supportive father, but it's okay to offer some constructive criticism.

After the game ended, all of the moms gathered around to hand out drinks and snacks. It wasn't our turn to bring the snacks, so I was glad I didn't have to haul the cooler to the game. I high-fived my son for playing well, and my wife gave him a hug. Then he ran over to get a drink and some orange slices.

I watched as Kristen's husband talked to their son over the game. We had won, but it had been a bit ugly at times. Basic mistakes had been made. Watching her husband, you would have thought they had won the final championship.

Mike was one of those "everyone gets a trophy" kind of parents. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm as supportive as anyone, but sometimes you have to be honest. My son knows when he messes up, and we talk it out so he learns from his mistakes. Mike probably had the ice cream guy waiting for them even if they had lost. He just seemed to be a beta male to me.

Kristen finally interrupted the pep talk by giving him a big hug, then pushing him towards the cooler of snacks. I couldn't help myself as I watched her begin to pack up their things.

She was wearing loose white shorts and a blue t-shirt with our team logo on it. The shorts were just loose enough to gap at the bottom, and I was treated to a bit of the lower part of her ass cheeks. They were just as tan as her legs!

The boys began doing their team chant in a group at that moment, and it snapped me back to reality. As I was turning to look in the direction of the team, Kristen turned at the same time. Our eyes met for a moment, and she gave me a little smile. It only lasted a microsecond, and then we were focused on the boys.

In the truck on the way home, all I could do was think of Kristen's ass. My wife was wearing shorts too, and her legs stretched out in the passenger seat were another distraction. I could feel my cock beginning to thicken.

At home, my son ran to change into his swimsuit and jump into the pool. We told him we'd join him. I had a great view as my wife walked upstairs in front of me. Closing the bedroom door behind us, I turned the deadbolt.

She quickly looked back at me and smiled as her eyes dropped down to my shorts, where my cock was quite obviously hard.

"What's gotten into you?" she said with a smirk.

"You mean, what's about to get into you?" I replied as I pulled off my shirt. I, of course, didn't tell her that it was watching Kristen that had started it all.

"Really?" she laughed. "That's the best you've got?"

I approached her and surprised her by quickly reaching over and pulling her shorts down. It revealed her tiny white thong panties. I could feel heat coming from her torso, but of course, we'd just been out in the hot sun.

"How about if I give you the best that I've got?" I teased her.

"I don't know," she teased back. "Maybe I'd better see it first."

I quickly stepped back and dropped my shorts to the floor, followed by my boxer briefs. My throbbing cock bounced in the air as I attempted to get naked.

She laughed at me and said, "Here, let me help you with your shoes before you fall over."

She squatted down and removed both of my shoes and socks, and then looked up.

From my point of view, all I could see was my hard, throbbing cock right there in front of her face.

She smiled at me and then reached up her hand, wrapped it around my cock, and slid it into her mouth.

I nearly came right there. "Unh!" I moaned as her tongue slid around the head of my cock and her hand worked my shaft.

I watched as she looked up at me, eyes focused on mine as she worked my cock with her mouth and hands.

She knew I was close to cumming, and she also knew just what to say to get me over the top.

She slid my cock out of her hot, wet mouth for a moment and said, "Do you want to cum on my face?"

"Yes!" I hissed. "You're so fucking hot!"

She pumped and licked and soon had me shooting my cum onto her mouth, nose, and chin.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I moaned.

She turned my cock and pointed it to her neck and stroked me until I finally stopped. Then she rubbed the sensitive head across her cheeks, painting her face with my cum.

"Wow!" I said as I was about to collapse. "That was incredible!"

She slowly stood up and smiled at me, causing the big drop of cum on her upper lip to slide into her mouth. Her tongue slipped between her lips and slurped the cum into her mouth.

"My turn!" she said with a grin as she stood up and faced me. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down. She stepped out of them and reached down to pick them up. She reached over and used the sparse bit of fabric to squeeze the last drops of cum from my cock. Then she wiped at her face and tossed the panties towards the bathroom.

She started to crawl up onto the bed, but I stopped her. "Naked," I ordered. "Take it all off."

She reached quickly down and pulled her shirt up and over her head, followed by her bra.

My wife was still in great shape. She laid down on the bed, then raised her knees and ass and scooted toward the edge of the bed. In seconds I was licking her pussy and clit.

She keeps her pussy shaved or trimmed. I know it's a hassle to keep up, but she knows it turns me on.

I worked her over really well. Normally, this takes a long time, but she told me, "Do me quick! I need it!"

A minute later she was cumming and clamping her legs tightly around my head. I rode her out like she likes it, pressing my tongue hard against her clit until she finally lifted her hips up and then slammed them down on the bed. She pushed me roughly away as her clit was now too sensitive.

"Why do you always do that to me?" I asked her. "I know enough to stop at that point. You push me away with the strength of ten men!"

She laughed and apologized and replied between deep breaths, "Don't make me feel bad about my orgasms!"

After we recovered and put on our swimsuits, we joined our son at the pool.

Kenny had music playing, so the neighbors knew we were swimming. Sure enough, we soon heard a knock at the back gate and heard Kristen hollering out, "Can Mikey come over?"

I looked over at my son, and he nodded, so I yelled out, "Sure! Come on over!"

We all looked over at the back gate as Kristen and her son Mikey came over. He was quickly in the pool and splashing around with our son. Kristen had on the same clothes as earlier. We were just about to get into the pool. I watched as Kristen checked out my body shyly and then did the same to Lisa.

"I love your bikini!" she told my wife. "I wish I could still wear one!"

"Why not?" my wife replied. "You've still got the body for it!"

"Oh, Mike would never let me do that," she said sadly. "He doesn't think a proper mom should wear anything like that."

"Oh, bullshit!" Kim told her. "Honey, you and I have been blessed to still have our bodies like this after having kids. We deserve to enjoy it while we still can."

"Well, maybe," she replied. "Maybe one day when Mike is out of town?"

She said that with an almost hidden pleading look to my wife. Kim picked up on it.

"I think I might have a few bikinis that would fit you," she told her. "We'll just keep it our secret."

"Thank you," she responded shyly. Then she whispered, "Umm, you've got something in your hair."

"Oh?" Kim replied with a worried tone. "It's not a bug, is it?"

"No, no, it's..." Kristen stammered out. "It's umm..."

By then Kim had reached up into her own hair and found what was obviously a drop of my cum big enough to be noticed.

Kim pulled at her hair, smearing it onto her fingers, and then looked at her fingertips. She finally realized what it was.

"Oh, sunscreen!" she said suddenly. "The bottle spurted out when I opened it after shaking it."

"Right! I'm glad that's all it was!" Kristen replied. "Well, I'll see you later. Thanks for letting Mikey swim."

I watched her walk away towards the back gate. As she turned to close the gate, she gave us a smile and waved.

We had fun swimming after that hot morning on the soccer field.

Move forward to Monday evening and soccer practice. Kim had to take her mother to the grocery store, so I was on Dad duty. Some parents go onto the field, and some stand in the little bit of evening shade that's available. Not me. I sit in my truck and enjoy the air conditioning!

I was parked where I could see the field and had just about dozed off when I jumped suddenly at the tap on my window.

It was Kristen. I sat up and noticed Mikey running towards the field. I rolled down my window.

"We were late!" she said with frustration in her voice. "Mikey had an orthodontist appointment that ran long."

"Well, it looks like it's all okay," I replied as I pointed out to the field where the kids were.

She was wearing another pair of loose shorts and a pink button-up blouse. She looked very nice.

"Your wife looks very nice in her bikini," she said shyly.

"Thanks, she sure does." I replied. "I bet you would too."

She smiled and said, "Yeah, but Mike doesn't like me to show off my body. It's not the proper thing for a mother to do."

"You show off enough just by what you're wearing now," I said. "You're tan and have great legs."

She stepped back a bit and looked down at her legs. "Do you really think so?"

"Well, yeah!" I told her. "Lady, I'm a man, and I notice these things."

"Well, I don't mean to do it," she replied. "Mike wouldn't like it. He'd be disappointed."

"I would think he would be proud of how you look, I know I would," I told her. "Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

"It would upset him," she said dismissively. "He would be disappointed in me, like I said."

"Well, what if he was different and told you to start wearing more revealing clothes?" I teased her.

"Oh, I would like that," she said with a smile. "But he would never do that."

"Ok, then," I smirked. "I guess I'll have to do it."

She quickly looked up at me with a slight smile and raised eyebrows.

I looked her in the eyes and said, "Kristen, I want you to start wearing more revealing clothing. In fact, I'm going to personally pick out the bikini you're going to borrow from Kim."

She smiled and whispered, "Oh, I'd like that. When?"

"The first chance we get," I told her. "In the meantime, go back to your car and take off your panties."

"Why would I do that?" she asked.

"Because I told you to do it," I responded confidently. "I want to see if this effort is going to be worth the trouble."

"Back in a bit," she whispered and turned to go to her car.

I sat there with a stiffening cock and wondered what the hell I was doing? I remembered why we were there in the first place and watched the kids practicing soccer for a minute.

Suddenly, Kristen was back at my door. She stood there impatiently, shifting her feet nervously like she was waiting to see Santa for the first time.

She quickly brought a clenched fist to my window, leaned forward a bit, and dropped a tiny pair of white panties into my lap.

"Good girl," I told her. "That's a good start."

"I don't want to be a good girl anymore," she lightly growled back.

"Did you just growl at me?" I teased.

"Touch them!" she told me urgently. "I'm so wet and they're soaked."

I looked around and saw that no one was paying us any attention, so I took her panties into my hands.

They were warm. They were damp. I rubbed them through my fingers and then brought my fingers casually to my face.

I could smell her excitement.

"Show me your cock!" she whispered excitedly. "Are you hard?"

I looked around and started to lift my hips up when I noticed the kids were done at practice.

"You'll have to wait for it," I said sadly. "But yes, I'm hard as steel right now."

"Quick, give me my panties back!" she whispered urgently.

"No," I told her. "I'll hang onto these until you come over to swim."

"Bastard!" she whispered. "Don't use them to masturbate with!"

"No promises," I countered. "Now go be a good mom. But know that I'll be watching your ass as you walk away."

She smiled and waited for the boys to come up to the truck. Then she turned and walked back toward her car. When she turned to look back, she saw me watching her in the side mirror.

As I was backing up, I looked out of my rear window and saw another mom picking up her son. She was in the classic pose of being bent over and putting his gear in the trunk. She was wearing a short golf skirt and it rose up revealing some tight shorts underneath. Her bare ass cheeks were poking out as she bent over. I backed up and put it into drive as she stood up.

She waved to me. I gave her the lifted finger off of the steering wheel in return. I wonder what she looks like on her knees with a cock in her mouth?