Fucking the Slutty Swim Coach

I barely got the words out before getting lost in a string of moans and gasps, convulsing beneath him and coming apart completely.

Mark kept rubbing me through my spasms and then pushed into me with a groan while my pussy continued clenching.

I yelled out again, squeezing my legs around him and pushing my hips up to meet his thrust.

"Fuck! Your pussy feels so fucking good!" Mark growled. "Even better than I remember."

I reached down and squeezed his ass, pulling him in as deep as possible.

"Oh god, your cock feels so good, too!"

He leaned down and kissed me again, dropping to his elbows over me as he continued grinding and thrusting.

I combed my fingers into his hair, tugging again as I kissed him back and moaned into his mouth.

Mark ran his hands under my back to my shoulders. He let his full body weight rest on top of me and pulled down on my shoulders to get as deep as possible with each thrust.

I gasped and groaned, feeling him rubbing and grinding against just the right spot inside me as he rotated his hips.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grumbled into me. "You feel too good."

"Yess," I breathed, gasping and squeezing around him. "I want to feel you filling me!"

Then, after just a few more grunts and hard, deep thrusts, I felt the hot, pulsing streams of his cum shooting into me.

We moaned and continued kissing and grinding together after. Mark slid his hands up my arms and pinned me down to the mattress once again, our fingers entwined.

I sighed into him, clenching and releasing on his cock, milking out every drop of his cum.

Mark shivered and moaned, pressing and grinding his hips into me. He released his grip on my hands and tugged lightly on my hair, kissing me again and sucking on my bottom lip as I scraped my nails up and down his back.

When we finally pulled back, all I could do was laugh. It was crazy how good I felt. How good he felt. It confirmed something I realized I'd known all along: no one else had ever made me feel the way Mark could. He wanted to hear that I was still his slut, and nothing could be more true. I had the feeling I always would be.

He rolled off of me and lay on his back beside me, both of us still smiling and panting a bit.

"Yeah, I'm really glad I stalked you," he said, turning his head to look at me.

We both laughed, releasing some of the energy still bubbling up between us.

When we finally calmed down a bit, Mark rolled to his side to face me, propped up on his elbow, a hand supporting his head.

"I hope that was okay," he said, seriously.

I looked up at him incredulously, a broad smile still plastered across my flushed face. "How could you tell?"

He chuckled a little, reaching to trail his fingers over my stomach and hip. "I mean... you have a family now, too. I can't help feeling like I'm corrupting you."

"That feeling didn't hold you back much," I smirked.

"I know," Mark said, gazing down at me.

His eyes trailed down to my chest, where his fingers were tracing the light, barely visible lines of my areola. I felt another tingle between my legs and a tightening in my stomach as he teased my nipples, keeping them hard.

"It's okay," I answered. "I hope it was obvious I wanted this at least as much as you did."

"Maybe," he conceded, smirking. "But I don't want to fuck things up for you."

I took a moment to consider how I should tell him about Nick. I wanted to let him off the hook from stressing about what this might mean for my marriage. But all of the feelings and thoughts that had come up just moments ago only seemed to complicate things further.

"What's your husband like?" he asked, as I'd apparently taken too long to respond.

"You didn't already stalk him, too, then?" I teased.

Mark chuckled. "No, I didn't."

"His name's Nick. He's a couple of years older than me. He's really smart. He works for a company that develops new technology in the medical field, at Stanford," I answered, knowing full well that Mark hadn't been after those sorts of details.

"Impressive," he said, with a sort of awkward look. "And how would he feel about you being here with me?"

I couldn't help smiling, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks again as I answered. "Well... when I told him I ran into you, he said to have fun, and that he can't wait to hear about it."

Then it was Mark's turn to look surprised. "He knows about me?"

I nodded. "I've told him a lot about you. About us."

"And he's okay with all this?" he asked, sounding somewhat incredulous.

"Things with Nick are sort of similar to how they were with us," I answered, simply.

"What do you mean?"

"After you, I dated a few different people and tried having 'normal' relationships for a while," I said, using air quotes around the word normal. "But it didn't feel like enough. I thought maybe I was just missing you, which I'm sure was part of it. But I also missed the excitement of how things were between us."

Mark's eyes scanned my face as he took in everything I was saying. "So what, you have an open relationship?"

I nodded. "Basically. Sometimes we do things together, but he also likes it when I just fuck other guys. He says he's okay with it even if he doesn't know about it at first, as long as I come home to tell him about it after."

"Wow. Well, that's neat," Mark said.

I laughed a little, but felt some new tension coming from him. I opted to give him some more time to process, rather than pushing or asking what he was thinking, like I so desperately wanted to.

"So, is this just a typical weekend away for you, then? Or maybe you already had big plans to hook up with a bunch of guys and I'm getting in the way of all that?"

I looked at him incredulously. "Getting in the way?!" I scoffed.

Before I could say anything else, Mark rolled away from me, onto his back. I followed, sitting up and watching him, hoping he wouldn't move away any further.

"Nothing about being with you feels typical for me," I said, wanting to reassure him. "In fact, despite everything I just told you about my marriage, I can't help thinking that Nick probably wouldn't be okay with this if he knew what I was thinking a few minutes ago."

That seemed to do the trick. Mark looked back at me and sighed, sitting up with me. "I'm sorry. I'm glad to hear you're happy in your relationship, and that you can still have fun like this. It sounds pretty ideal. I guess, if anything, maybe I'm a little jealous."

"Jealous like you're missing out?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

"But I'm sure you've found some more fun for yourself over the past twelve years?" I asked, smirking, hoping the question sounded casual.

"Yeah, of course I have," he admitted easily. "But that's not what I meant. I'm jealous that he has that with you. It feels like he's taken my place."

My chest heaved as I attempted to take in everything Mark had just revealed. It was overwhelming to hear him confirm what I'd already suspected, that he'd had other affairs after me, and then that he felt jealous of my husband. Suddenly, it was like the past twelve years had dissolved away, and we were right back where we'd left off.

"You said back then that you understood why I had to end things," I started, suddenly getting emotional. My thoughts just spilled out, and I no longer felt capable of thinking them through. "You have to know it wasn't what I actually wanted-"

"I know. I didn't mean-" Mark said, trying to interrupt.

But I kept going, unable to stop the words from coming. "Maybe you don't know how hard it was for me. There were so many times I wanted to call or text you. I tried to talk myself into being ok with taking whatever I could get from you, just to be able to be with you again. I felt so much for you, but I just couldn't-"

"I know! I didn't mean it like that," Mark interjected again, more forcefully. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know I'm a selfish bastard, Sam, but I can't help it when it comes to you. You said you felt like you were still missing me when you had other relationships after us. Well, I've still been missing you, too. I never stopped missing you."

My heart hammered in my chest, but Mark's admission effectively put a stop to the word vomit. It felt like everything I'd ever wanted to hear from him. Everything I'd fantasized about, each of the countless times I'd wondered what it might be like if we ever had a moment like this, to reconnect.

"I guess that explains the LinkedIn stalking?" I said eventually, smiling, trying to ease the tension a little.

"Yeah, I guess so," Mark laughed. "I still feel guilty about how I handled things back then. I knew I was unavailable and no good for you. I should've been the one to end it, but I just couldn't. And I probably would've ended up hurting you a lot more if you hadn't ended things when you did. So, I'm glad you did that for yourself."

There was another pause as we both let that sink in. Once again, I wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the mood," Mark said, breaking the silence.

"It's okay," I said, softly. "I guess there was a lot that needed to be said."

"Yeah, maybe," he agreed. Then he glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "I should probably get back to my room to get some sleep. And let you get some sleep. Alex has to be at the meet by 7, and I'm sure coaches need to arrive even earlier."

"Yeah, 6:30," I nodded, knowing he was right, and yet hating to leave things feeling so tense.

He got up, gathered his clothes and started redressing. I stayed in bed, sort of watching him, sort of just staring off, getting lost in thought.

"I'd like to see you again tomorrow, if you have time," Mark said, looking at me before pulling his shirt back on. "If you want to, I mean."

"I do want to," I assured him.

"Okay," he nodded, managing a slight smile as he double-checked his pockets for his phone and wallet. "Sleep well, Sam."

"You, too," I said, smiling back.

But I couldn't just leave things that way. So I sort of panicked and spoke up again as Mark turned to leave. "My number's still the same."

He turned back to look at me again.

"I'm sure you probably deleted it. I made myself delete yours, eventually. Or maybe Molly did."

Mark smiled. "Yeah, I did, too. After a few close calls."

I smiled back and laughed a little.

"Tell me again?" he asked, taking out his phone.

I recited my number for him, and he entered it back into his contacts. Or at least I hoped he did, and that he wasn't just playing along.

My worries proved unnecessary, as my phone chimed a moment later.

Mark: Hi :)

I laughed and texted back.

Sam: Hi :P

I thought that would be it, but then he started typing again, smiling at his phone.

Mark: Tonight was fun

Mark: The last ten minutes notwithstanding

Sam: Yes it was :)

The next messages kept him busy typing for a while.

Mark: I'm always going to be the selfish bastard when it comes to you, Sam

Mark: But I'm not going to keep apologizing, or leave you alone

Mark: Even though I probably should

I stared at my phone, waiting anxiously between each message. My heart started thumping in my chest yet again.

Mark looked up, maybe waiting for me to type something back, maybe just letting the tension build.

Mark: And in case it's not clear

Mark: This weekend

Another pause. He smirked at me as I glanced back and forth between him and my phone screen, and I couldn't help smiling back.

Finally, another chime.

Mark: You're mine

Fuck. My pussy throbbed again as soon as I saw those words and felt their impact. The flush creeped back into my cheeks as my smile grew involuntarily.

Finally, I typed out a response, feeling giddy.

Sam: Your slut

Mark: Yes, my slut

With that, we both clicked off our phones, smiling.

"Goodnight, my slut," Mark said.

"Goodnight," I said, biting my lip to keep my excitement in check.

As soon as I heard the hotel room door click shut behind Mark, I fell back onto my pillow and allowed the smile to take over. I went to bed tingling, already eager to see him at the meet the next day, and for whatever else might happen.

***

It was rough getting up to my alarm after having been up so late with Mark. But it was well worth it. Even though I was busy with my team all morning, my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened the night before, and everything we'd talked about. As a result, I was distracted with a persistent tingling sensation between my legs, remembering how good it felt to be with Mark again after so long.

I also looked at my phone and read back through his texts every chance I got. My pussy throbbed as I remembered how intense the feeling was, receiving those messages while Mark stood just across the room, watching me read them.

So, even though I knew I needed to be focused on the swim meet, I kept glancing back into the stands, waiting for Mark to arrive.

"Expecting someone?" Zac asked, apparently picking up on my distraction.

"No," I shrugged, attempting to act casual, though I could feel the blush heating my cheeks.

He and the other coaches seemed pretty tired too, and various degrees of hungover. They regaled me with stories from their night out, letting me know what all I'd missed out on.

"So, what did you get up to last night?" Zac asked privately, once the others had moved on.

"I just stayed at the hotel," I answered, truthfully.

"Alone?" he asked.

I gave him a look. "That's none of your business."

He searched my face and smirked, thinking he'd found the answer he'd been searching for. "Okay then."

I rolled my eyes and changed the subject.

***

Around mid-morning, there was a break between events. I checked my phone and found a message from Mark.

Mark: I have something hot and creamy for you

I smiled and bit my lip.

Sam: Oh yeah? :P

Then he sent me a picture of himself holding two coffees.

I laughed and responded.

Sam: lol

Sam: Meet you in the atrium :)

Then Zac came up to me again as I was heading out to meet Mark.

"Feel like getting a snack?" he asked.

I smiled, but shook my head. "I'm meeting someone for coffee."

"The mystery guy from last night?" he asked, smirking. "Is that who you've been checking for in the stands all morning?"

I sighed. "Back off, Zac."

But he kept following me out.

"Is it a parent? You know that's frowned upon, right? Especially the married parents."

I turned back to face him, torn between telling him off and just ignoring him. But in the end, I thought maybe answering his question would be the quickest way to get rid of him.

"Not a parent from our club. It's someone I used to know back in Chicago."

As I'd hoped, Zac didn't have a quick response to that.

Then I spotted Mark approaching with the coffees and excused myself before he could come up with something.

"I'll be back for the next event."

I walked away without waiting for him to say anything else and met Mark halfway across the lobby.

"Hi," I greeted, smiling as I approached him.

"Hey there," Mark replied, handing me one of the cups. "I gambled on lattes still being your drink."

"Good memory," I said, taking the lid off and blowing on it before taking a sip. "Though if I'm honest, I was actually hoping for something else hot and creamy."

"Oh, yeah?" Mark asked, smirking.

"Mmm hmm," I teased, licking latte foam from my lips. "I've been thinking about that all morning, actually."

A quick glance down confirmed that Mark's cock was getting hard in his shorts, his bulge becoming increasingly noticeable.

"Do you need to get back right away?" he asked, glancing around us, maybe feeling self-conscious that we'd be discovered by someone he knew.

"No," I smiled, shaking my head slowly. Then I remembered the coaching office that the facility manager had shown us when we arrived the day before, in case we needed to use it for any business purposes or meetings. "And I think I know of a place we can go. It's private, and I believe the door locks."

"Works for me," Mark agreed easily, taking one more sip of coffee and then dumping his still-mostly full cup in a nearby trash can. "Lead the way."

I laughed and replaced the lid on my cup before leading him across the atrium and down an adjacent hall.

When we reached the coaching office, Mark looked both ways down the hallway to ensure we weren't seen while I opened the office door. Luckily, it was vacant. I locked us inside and pulled down the blinds to cover the window next to the door.

I turned around, smiling at him again, and he was already there, pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply.

I moaned and reached down to rub his hard cock through his shorts. After all the fantasizing that morning, I was eager to get down to business, so I set to work unbuckling his belt right away.

"I need your cock in my mouth," I breathed, pulling back from the kiss and smiling up at him as I slid down to my knees.

Mark groaned and smiled down at me. "Yeah? You want me to let you suck my hard cock?"

"Yes, please," I answered, biting my lip as I unzipped his shorts and tugged them down with his underwear.

I reached out to stroke him and licked my lips, tempted to lean in and taste him right away. But the way he'd asked if I wanted him to 'let me' do it gave me pause.

"Do you want my cum?" Mark asked, watching my reactions.

"Yess," I moaned, squeezing my hand around him a little tighter. "I need it."

"Tell me."

"I want you to let me suck your cock and make you cum down my throat," I responded eagerly.

Mark groaned, and his cock twitched in my hand. "First, rub that slutty pussy for me."

I groaned, feeling disappointed as I let go of Mark's cock and spread my thighs apart. Reaching into my shorts, I rubbed my clit fast right away, easing the tension that had been building up all morning.

"Good slut," Mark praised, grabbing his cock and stroking himself slowly as he watched. "You're such a naughty married slut for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," I smiled and moaned, pressing two fingers in between my wet lips as I watched him jerking off for me.

"Take off your clothes," Mark ordered next.

Then he reached down to help me, tugging my shirt and bra over my head while I pushed down my shorts and underwear. Once I was naked, I got back into position on my knees, and Mark leaned down to cup and squeeze my breasts, rubbing his thumbs in circles around my hard nipples.

I moaned and clenched on my fingers, leaning back further onto my heels.

Then he stood back up, resuming his slow stroking as he watched me touch myself.

"How bad do you want to suck my cock after all this time?" he asked.

"I want it so much," I breathed. Then I smiled coyly, remembering my shower from the night before. "So much that I made myself cum in the shower last night thinking about it, before I met you at the bar."

"Really?" he asked. And I could tell I'd surprised him, somewhat interrupting his dominating persona.

I just nodded, still smiling.

"Tell me what you thought about. And how you made yourself cum."

I licked my lips again, adding to the effect, hoping to drive him as crazy as he was making me.

"I thought about swirling my tongue around the tip of your cock, tasting your pre-cum. Then wrapping my lips around you and sucking hard on your head. Then I would want to feel you thrusting deeper into my mouth until your cock hits against the back of my throat."

"You want me to grab your head?" Mark asked, his voice getting raspier, giving away his need. "Make you take it all."

"Yess, I want it all!" I moaned.

"Just stare at it," he commanded, stepping closer as he continued stroking himself in front of me. "Don't touch yet."

My chest heaved as I watched Mark's hand gliding on his hard cock, then looked up to meet his eyes.