I also met Jane’s husband at that first meeting. I could immediately tell that Dennis was one of those arrogant guys who tried to act superior to those around him. He started asking me pointed questions about coaching but his not-so-subtle message was clear. He knew more than I did, or so he thought.
Dennis volunteered to help me coach the team. I knew it was a mistake but, since I was in desperate need of help, I accepted his offer. While talking to him that first time, I couldn’t help but wonder what Dennis would think if he knew that I was already thinking about fucking his wife. Maybe he probably did know. A man who is married to a woman like that has to realize that every man who sees her thinks about taking her to bed.
I left the park that night thinking about Jane. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. What a woman. “What would it be like to fuck something like that?” I asked myself. How many times have I asked myself that after seeing a beautiful woman? But somehow this one seemed different. I just kept picturing that beautiful smile, those eyes and that smoking body. I also thought about what a jerk she was married to. Dennis was definitely not a nice guy and my guess was that Jane was not happy with him.
I came to a decision just about the time I was turning into my subdivision. “I’m going to try to fuck that woman,” I said aloud, speaking to no one but myself. “That’s it. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going for it. I’m going to put my dick in that woman.” I also thought about Dennis and what a pleasure it would be to put my dick into that arrogant jerk’s wife.
I didn’t see Jane too often in the first few weeks of that first softball season. Since Dennis was helping me coach, he would bring Christine to practice and take her home. Jane would show up every now and then and sit in the bleachers. It was at a practice about a month into the season that Jane and I had our first real conversation.
A father of one of my players, I’ll call him Larry, had a drinking problem. Unfortunately he would show up at our practice on occasion after having too much to drink. He was a nice guy when sober but very, very annoying when he was drinking. I had also heard through the grapevine that he tried to get a little too close to the women after he had a few.
I saw Larry approach Jane and sit next to her on the bleachers. It was a warm day and Jane was wearing a plaid shirt with white shorts. Jane’s tits are so awesome that sometimes you forget about the rest of her body. But this woman looked terrific in a pair of shorts. Her legs were thick and tanned and she had great hips and a nice, nice ass.
I kept my eye on the two of them for the next few minutes and noticed that Larry was talking to Jane continuously. She was staring straight ahead, looking very annoyed. I thought to myself, “What a piece of shit. You have about as much chance of fucking a woman like that as the man in the moon.”
Larry kept getting louder and louder and he was very animated. Jane continued to look straight ahead and wasn’t saying a word. I also didn’t like the fact that Larry seemed to be edging closer and closer to her and would occasionally touch her on the arm or shoulder.