Our bedroom glows dim under the lamp, maritime wallpaper flickering like ocean waves. Heart pounds already. I’d aced tennis with a coach spotting weaknesses. Groceries optimized. Kids straightened. Why not sex? Hair salon gossip: a coach unlocks the G-spot. Robert grumbles but agrees. Our bed’s the court now.
First session. Coach watches us fuck. Skin prickles under his gaze. ‘Slow the tongue! No clumsiness!’ Notes in blue notebook. Pulse races. Humiliating heat. We rush, he slows us. Preliminaries drag. Slow entry. Heart hammers chest. Robert snaps, thrusts hard. I agree—can’t breathe. Coach scowls: ‘Worst lovers in the building.’ Sweat beads on my neck.
The Fever
Third time, birth-like. ‘Push! Breathe! Push!’ His voice echoes. Body tenses, slick. Fourth: he strips. Replaces Robert. ‘Watch close.’ Robert steps back, shivering. Coach’s cock slides in—thick, expert. Veins pulse against walls. Heat floods me. Hips grind slow, then fierce. Nipples harden. Breath hitches. Ecstasy edges near. Novelty? Or skill? Skin burns where he grips.
Robert: ‘I get it now. He’s done.’ Me: ‘We hired a coach—or nothing.’ Pride stings. Next: blowjob lesson. ‘More vibration.’ Lips stretch, tongue swirls. Saliva drips. Corrects: ‘Perfect.’ Colley collé—backs turned, ass to ass. Cock curves impossibly deep. Robert sees wall. I suck coach while fucked. They cum synced—hot spurts flood me.
Adjoint arrives. Price jumps. Brutal hands. Slaps sting ass red. Ropes bite wrists on beam. Blood trickles. He shoves Robert: ‘Move!’ No please. Three cocks now. Pulse thunders. G-spot shifts—line, not point. Orgasms crash from overload. Phalluses everywhere, slick, pounding. Sweat soaks sheets. But Robert sidelines more.
The Blaze
He summons me to his office. Solemn. ‘No pleasure left. Fire the coach.’ Agreed. They bicker out. He grabs my hand. Leads back to bed. No coaches. Just us.
His grip tightens waist. Skin fever-hot. Breath ragged. Cock presses urgent. Enters from behind—raw, possessive. Heart explodes. Thrusts savage, skin slapping. No notes. No commands. Walls clench. Heat builds, visceral. Urgency devours. Cum shatters—mine first, waves ripping. His floods deep. Bodies quake.
Skin still smokes. Breaths slow. Glow lingers. Unique fire—ours alone. No coaches needed. Pulse settles, marked forever.