Hey everyone! This is a spin-off chapter from the first story I submitted at Literotica called “A Recruiting Visit to Remember.” If you want to see more interactions from Tyler’s perspective when it comes to his family feel free to check that one out.
But I do know m/m content isn’t for everyone so if you do check out that story make sure to stop at the part where Tyler enters the football dorm rooms. That’s when the spicy stuff happens. But reading that story, hopefully, is not required to enjoy this one. I will add a SPOILER at the end if people are confused about why I ended this story with a question.
There was a part in the main story where Tyler saw his dad and thought he had a “great time last night” and when I reread that line it sparked my interest in writing this spinoff chapter.
Again all characters are 18+ and hope you enjoy
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“Hey, bud the radio dude is talking about you.” I was so proud of my son, Tyler. He’s a thriving football player, student and I see a big future for him. We are driving to our tenth and final visit to one of Tyler’s top 10 schools. The man on the radio (with some awkward name like Rick Norti? I don’t know) is really hyping up Tyler and this is something we haven’t experienced at the other schools. The Home of the Nighthawks has always been one of my top schools for Tyler. I would have chats with Coach Morgan from time to time and I can tell the coach was the most eager for Tyler to join his team.
I have been trying to reassure Tyler of this school by saying things like “Maybe this will be the one son, the one where you go, yes this is the school for me.” Unfortunately for me, not that I am completely sad about it, but I lost the chance to be courted by big-time schools like this. During one of my senior high school football games, I was sacked by a defensive lineman and I tore every ligament in my right knee. Surgery and physical therapy weren’t as advanced as it is now so my recovery only went as far as trying to walk normally again. Luckily, I didn’t completely blow off school so I went to my local state school and majored in business. I was fortunate enough to meet some smart friends in college. We would eventually run a successful software business that was bought out by Google.
So now I just live for my wife and son. I’m Randy Mills, my wife Britney Mills and my son Tyler Mills have been making these road trips for the past two years since Tyler is a high-ranking recruit. And speaking of my wife, I also met her at college. Brit has truly been the love of my life. We are a great team. I help Tyler with his football and general guy stuff like sex, women, friends, and any of the weird teenage stuff boys go through. Whereas my wife helps with his education, morals, manners, and overall civilized human being stuff. Brit is a principal at the same school Tyler attends. She made sure her assistant admins placed Tyler with the best teachers and that all his needs were met at the school.
We took a visit to some fancy-schmancy North Carolina school and Brit absolutely fell in love with the place. I think by the end of the trip, she was in love with that school more than me. I’m joking. But she’s been saying stuff like, “He should choose the one with the best academics, Randy. You know the statistics about going to the NFL. I think the school in North Carolina should be priority number 1. They have the best graduation to employment rating out of the top 10 of our schools.”
My son is in a weird place with picking a college. I can sense it. Like all the schools so far have been really cool and offer a lot. But it seems like he wants to feel that spark or he wants the school to do something for him, I don’t know. I try not to press the issue and just let him enjoy this time in his life. It’s not every day you have billion dollar schools fighting for your talent.
I think it’s best to keep a hands-off approach and encourage him throughout these trips like, “This will be the one. I heard they’re bringing out all the stops. Cheerleaders, famous alumni, catering from the best restaurants in town! And the coach, he probably spends the most time on the phone with you out of all the other coaches huh. Oh hell yeah I’m pumped, baby!”
I spot my wife looking over at me like I’m crazy to go against her wishes of Tyler attending that NC school. Her long brunette hair swaying with her odd, but sexy, long face while giving me a disappointing look advocating for this school. She’s only 5′ 5″, 105 lbs but her demeanor and personality make her a dominating force at school. And, she is also the same way at home. Always telling Tyler and me what to do. Take out the trash, do the dishes, Randy take the dog for a walk, blah blah blah. But, without her, I would be completely dysfunctional. She is my rock.
And my naughty little minx in the bedroom. She’s dominant in bed, whatever she commands, I willingly and wholeheartedly obey. When I was younger I came to find that our relationship goes against gender norms. I’m supposed to be dominant, the man in the house. But that doesn’t work for us. And it’s never been that way. I like being laid back and carefree. And Brit balances me because she’s punctual and demands things done immediately. After hearing my friends talk about their wives, I’m lucky we still have a great relationship and sex life after 18 years of marriage. I’m actually surprised we still go this hard in our early 40s.
We met in my 3rd year and her 2nd year of college. I was 20 and she was 19 at the time. But, when we met she was in a relationship with some douche. He didn’t appreciate her. Used her for her smarts and sex. She did all his essays and assignments. She paid for his food and groceries. He even used her for a roof over his head. Brit didn’t necessarily come from money, but her parents saved enough that if she worked a couple of hours during the school year, she could afford a nice apartment with only a few roommates. Remember, college wasn’t that expensive in the 80s, unlike these days.
Anyways, we met in my last general ed class, chemistry lab. I soon realized her mood was dependent on how her boyfriend treated her the day before. She would be jovial when her boyfriend pampered her and told her sweet things. But, when he was being a toxic prick, she would shut down.
I caught them arguing right before class near the end of the semester. He was doing all the stereotypical douche stuff. Talking over her, making her feel like his problems were partly her fault, pointing his finger directly at her face when he talked. I couldn’t stand that shit anymore. I walked over to them and slapped his hand away while he was in mid-speech.
“Dude, I can’t stand your shit anymore. Take your negative shit somewhere else.”
“The fuck you going to do limp dick.” I still had a limp at the time. Even after 2 years of recovery, I wasn’t walking normally. When I graduated and had some money, I went to a new physical therapist and he was a godsend. Anyways back to the douche.
“Whatever, idiot. At least I can afford my own shit. I’m more of a man than whatever you are.” I turn my attention to Brit. “Let’s go to class, fuck this guy.” I take her hand and lead her to our lab. I just realized this was one of the only acts of dominance I had in our relationship. Taking her hand, led her to class. Kinda cliche and funny now that I think about it.
When we sat at our station, her expression was still the same when I interrupted them. Her face was a mix of scared, terrified, and humiliated. I couldn’t stand her looking like that.
When the lab starts she finally speaks, “I don’t need you to save me. I can take care of myself, Randy.”
“I know you can. But, I just wanted him to know he can take a hike. You don’t deserve that.”
“You know, he’s cheating on me.” I see she starts to slowly break down. Tears formed in her eyes. “I confronted him about it before class. That’s why he was like that with me. I saw his hand on some other girl’s ass. That fucker is cheating.”
“Then break up with that asshole then.”
“I don’t know. Maybe Tonight. It’s just… I don’t know.”
We get through the rest of the lab and walk in the hallway together. Before we part at our usual spot, she stops in the middle of the hallway. “Hey Randy, thank you for today though. I appreciate what you did, even though I can hold my own.”
“I know you can. The way you boss me around during our lab made me realize you will probably be a CEO one day or something.” I say laughing. But she wasn’t laughing. She looked up at me with a fire in her eyes. I think she noticed her reaction too and quickly changed back to her normal demeanor.
“You think so?”
“Yeah sure, why not? I would have a D in this class if it wasn’t for you.” I’m not exaggerating, she really did all the work.
“Huh, I’ll see you on Friday, Mills.” She takes off walking with a renewed pep in her step. I don’t know what I said but it was nice to see that happy Brit was back.
Yes, we had chem lab on Friday. Stupid general ed classes are always scheduled on Friday. But that day, I wasn’t particularly sad to be there. When she walked through the door her eyes were locked right to me. Almost like a terminator saying, “Target Acquired.” Midway through our lab she surprised me with, “So, we are going to eat dinner tonight, Mills. At the cafeteria, around 8 tonight.” This wasn’t a question. It was a demand. Her confidence is back and she knows I wouldn’t say no. Throughout that semester she always caught me taking glances at her. I was in love with her 32c tits and that ass that was advanced for her time. She was an early believer in squatting exercises.
“Umm, yeah 8 sounds nice. Looking forward to it.”
“I know you are.” She whispers to herself. Determination in her eyes.
Later on, in the lab I asked her, “So did you break up with him?” I ask slowly, cautiously.
“He’s irrelevant now.” She gives a quick, decisive answer. Not even breaking away from the beaker she was using.
Around 7:30, I start to prepare for my dinner with Brit. I was struggling with what to wear. “Causal? Formal? Causal? Semi-formal?” I somehow land on some sort of casual on top and semi-formal on the bottom. It was a weird mixture of clothes. Oh well. But when I get to the cafeteria, Brit looked like a stunner. She is a natural beauty so she doesn’t have to wear much make-up. But her clothes were to the common eye, plain, but to me, it was sexy. Her denim jeans and blue sweater. I think it was just her attitude because she was looking confident. Her energy controlled the room even though no one was paying attention to us. It was like all of the aura in the room was gravitating to her and it was invigorating.
To be honest I don’t remember much of our dinner. I was just staring at her and probably drooling at the mouth. I didn’t even know it was a date. But, she was emanating predator energy and I was the small defenseless prey. We walked back to my room. I had a basic guy room, nothing much to report. Other than the naked pictures of playboy models I took down from the walls right before meeting Brit. Oh, and of course the clutter of clothes all over the floor.
“You really should pick up your clothes.”
“I know, I will one day.” I wasn’t going to. But then she said…
“Now,” She glared at me with a slight grin. She was trying to control me. She wanted to own me. It was working. I start by slowly picking up a few clothes and putting them away.
“Neatly, Mills. Put them away neatly.” She goes over to my bed and sits down cross-legged. I see that she’s sort of tense. Like she’s clamping her legs together. I take some of my shirts from off the ground and fold them like how you see them at a retail store. She whispers and quietly moans, “yes, like that.” As I pick up more clothes, I start to realize why she’s so confident in what she’s doing.
“I like when you boss me around… You can be a CEO.” She thinks I like this too. She thinks I’m turned on by her in the lab. And clearly, with her legs a little bit more open, she’s into this too. So, I started to play along as well.
“How about picking up those jeans over there, Mills.”
“Yes, ma’am” She quickly darts her eyes to me assessing what I just said. She lets out a little moan. Moves her left hand to her chest and starts rubbing it.
“Over there, that underwear. Put it in the hamper.” I turn my back to her to put it away and hear some rustling. When turning around again, I see the sexiest sight I have ever seen. Her sweater was off and her firm tits were out.
“You aren’t wearing a bra?” I have an uncontrollable grin on my face.
“Why would I? It wasn’t going to be necessary for tonight.” She begins rubbing her chest again.
I pick up some more clothes but she says, “Mills, get on your knees.” I promptly get on my knees. “Crawl to me.”
I start crawling to her. She likes to remind me it wasn’t sexy at all. But she liked it and that’s all that matters. I finally arrive at my destination and sit on my knees. She’s breathing heavily.
I sense a little nervousness before she speaks. “Take off… take off your shirt, Mills.”
I take off my shirt and her right hand goes directly to my chest. She gasps as she makes contact. “So hard, Mills. What do you do.”
“I played football in high school. Now I just work out and recover from my injury.”
Brit doesn’t respond. She’s preoccupied with rubbing our chests. She’s rubbing mine hard. Trying to feel every muscle and every fiber. She moves down. I don’t exactly have a 6 pack anymore but she likes what I’m rocking. She runs her finger over every ridge. This freezes me but I’m enjoying it. She’s worshipping my body. Taking everything in. Analyzing me like I’m her new favorite toy. And she decides she’s going to use her new toy that night.
“Get on the bed, on your back, everything off” I move like I’m back on the football field. Jump on the bed, unzip and take everything off. She stands up with her back towards me and takes her jeans off. My eyes go directly to her ass. She had and still has, a glorious ass. It takes all my willpower not to pounce and start kissing her all over.
Brit turns around. “Oh, my,” she whispers as her eyes fall to my 7.5 inch cock. Hard, rock hard, and with a girth that, I’ve been told, really stretches women out. She starts biting her lower lip. She bends down and starts stroking me.
“Damn, Brit” I moan. She smiles knowing I consented to her literally doing anything to me tonight.
She gives me a couple of strokes. Her hands are so soft and it feels so good. She repositions to look directly at me. “So, Mills. Are you going to start helping me in lab?”
“Yes, Brit” she grips a little harder
“Are you going to start doing your share?”
“Yes, baby” she moves up my cock and runs her finger lightly across the head of my cock. I know she feels my precum because I’m starting to leak.
“Good boy.” She gets on top of me and straddles me. She still has a hand on my cock and moves it near the entrance of her pussy.
“You really like it when I control you?”
I’m breathing hard. Takes all of me to give an answer, “yeah I do.”
She takes my cock and rubs the head on top of her pussy. She stops at her clit and rubs her clit with the head of my cock. My head lurches back. The pleasure is so good. She’s conditioning me. I’m falling for her.
“You really think I can be a CEO?”
“You can be anything Brit. You’re amazing.” She stops moving and just stares at me. She bites her lower lip again and moves her…
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“Randy? RANDY? MILLS!”
Her voice jerks me back to reality. I take a quick glance down at my pants and I can feel my cock was starting to harden. “What, baby? What’s up?”
“You’re driving. You’re driving in the middle of the road! Look out!” I look up and see two cars coming at us and swerving the car back to our side of the road.
“Shit sorry honey. I’m just tired from all the driving.”
“Do you want me to take over? We only have a few miles left.”
“It’s ok, I’m good. I want you to relax.” To be honest she really has conditioned me ever since our first date. If she really wanted to drive, she wouldn’t have asked a question, she would’ve demanded it. I can’t say no to her when she’s demanding. For the past 20 years, she still controls me like how she did in our chem lab and in my college room.
We finally arrive and I look to my right and she’s asleep. I look back and Tyler has his headphones on with a look that’s screaming, let’s get this over with. I reach and tug at Brit’s shoulder, “Hey honey, we are here. Get up. Let’s go see this wonderful school.”
“Come on Dad, it will just be like all the others.” Tyler hates my optimism and persistent positivity. But he has his mother to blame for that. I truly feel lucky she chose me as her partner. She’s always my bright ray of sunshine on a gloomy day.
“Nonsense son, remember, this school really wants you. Keep an open mind and you will have a great time.” And you know what, this visit was actually our best one yet. The school truly did pull out all the stops for my boy. He had his own personal tour of the school and football facilities. My favorite part was when Tyler was taking pictures, with what would be his college uniform if he chose to go here. It had our family name on the back of his Jersey. “MILLS #3.” That brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t hold it back. My very own son was living his dream that I was denied. I couldn’t be any happier.
Afterward, as we were walking to the stadium for the game tonight, Brit yells out, “Tyler, why don’t you go hang out with some of the recruits. Should go spend some time with your future teammates.”
“Sure, mom. Thanks. I’ll meet you at the game?”
“Yes baby, go on, they’re waiting for you.” As Tyler runs off, Brit hooks her arm around my arm.
“So babe, I talked to some of the professors here. And I think the academics stack up. I wouldn’t be opposed to Tyler going here.” Her voice starts to perk up. I think she’s enjoying her time here too. Finally, a school to get her mind off that NC school. “Oh, and did you make any plans for us tonight?”
“Yeah, I made a reservation at a restaurant that’s supposed to be really good. I saw it on the food network channel the other month. And I’m looking at some other stuff to do.”
“Cancel the reservation.” She looks at me with that same look in her eyes that she had in college. She doesn’t do it as frequently now. But when she does… Oh god. She has something planned. I feel a rush of emotions. Sense of pleasure, fear, exhilaration. This is like a roller coaster ride. I better mentally prepare. But she’s going to make me prepare while being in a stadium filled with 75,000 people.
When the game starts, my attention is only on Brit. The way she puts the popcorn in her mouth. The way her lips pucker when she sips her drink. Even at 43, her tits are still great and her body still electrifies me like it did in college. The only thing that redirects my attention is when the announcer shouted Tyler’s name when they were introducing the recruits to the crowd.
After the announcer was done, Brit leaned over to me, “he won’t be the only person yelling, ‘Mills’ tonight.” I slowly drop my drink from my mouth. She has me stunned. I don’t know what she’s planning but she has me excited.
We meet Tyler back at the football dorms to say goodbye. “Have a good night, son. Don’t party too hard with the guys.” My son isn’t a partier. He’s a homebody. But I do wish he let himself go more often. He has really good looks and can probably tie some girl down the moment he steps on campus.
“No worries, dad. I’ll probably just stay in my room and watch Netflix or something.”
“Have a good night, Tyler, make the most of it.” Brit walks over to Tyler giving him a big hug. Tyler walks inside the dorm and Brit and I are finally alone.
Brit looks over at me. Her expression goes from motherly love to a sinister vixen. “Get in the car.” So it begins.
We rush over to the car and make our way to the hotel. It’s only a five-minute drive but I’m borderline speeding over there.
“What are you planning?”
“No questions, Mills.” When she uses our last name, I know she’s really in the mood. And her Principal tone gets me going. Straightforward and demanding. Just the way I like it.
We make it to the hotel and as we walk to the room she hooks her arm around mine again. As we enter the elevator she says, “so, do you remember those conversations we have every few years? About how you never got your college athlete experience?”
I tense up. She really did plan something. “Yeah. I do”
“Good.” I’ve only seen this intensity in her from our first night in college. She still has it from time to time like during our anniversary, Christmas (she LOVES Christmas), and our birthdays. But not to this degree.
We get to our room and the moment we step inside, she demands, “assume the position.” The position is like what she demanded from our first night. Naked, back on the bed, cock fully hard.
“Yes, ma’am.” Her smirks goes wide. She knows I’m playing along now. I take off all my clothes and as I walk by her she slaps my ass. Brit’s really into it tonight.
I lay my back on the bed and prepare to get hard for her. She turns her back to me and starts moving her hips and ass back and forth knowing that’s what gets me fully hard. Brit takes small glances at me with her fuck me eyes checking to see if I’m preparing my cock for her. When I’m at an acceptable hardness, she starts to walk to the bed. She gets one knee on the bed before…
Knock, knock, knock
“Oh, yay. My treat is here for you.” Brit jumps off the bed and rushes to the door. Did she schedule room service? Are we doing something with dessert tonight? We never talked about food sex?
She opens the door. My god. She’s beautiful. “So, stud, this is Mary Noah. Or should I say, professor Noah?” She looks at Mary with a bright smile. So this is who she talked to about academics today? Did they even talk about academics? “Professor Noah teaches world history 100 here and I was informed that she will be teaching Tyler his first year if he attends.” I see Brit slowly inching near Mary. Brit’s hand found its way to Mary’s ass. And I do believe she is gripping her ass hard. Fuck I hope they aren’t teasing me tonight.
Brit continues on, “while we were talking today, Mary here informed me… well why don’t you tell Mills the story, Mary.”
Mary’s looking sexy as well. She’s a little taller than Brit but she has light brown hair and a firm body. She took off her coat when she walked through the door and she’s only wearing white lingerie that’s making her look like an angel. She’s not as big as Brit with a 30B size but she’s perky and Brit seems to love her ass so that means I will too. Mary couldn’t be more than two years younger than us, I think. I didn’t bother to ask. She was gorgeous even if she was 50.
“Hey, Ran…”
Brit quickly interrupts, “Mary, I said we would use ‘Mills’ in this room.”
“Oh, yes, sorry miss… I mean Britney. Hey, Mills. So I’m a professor here but when I was in college, one of my part time jobs was in the recruitment office.” Did Mary almost just say…? No way. Brit told me everything about her college days before meeting me.
But, I have heard stories in the past about girls who work in the recruiting office. They would be the ones to show the players around and also be the ones to hang out with them at night. They were to do anything necessary to ensure the top recruits would sign for the school. At least the recruits who were 18 at the time.
“When Britney and I talked today, she brought up that she wanted to show you a good time tonight. One thing led to another and I think my experience in college will fulfill both of your fantasies.” Both of our fantasies? What has Brit been hiding from me?
Brit gives a little chuckle and looks directly at me “She’s going to fuck you, Mills. And I’m going to watch and control every move you do.” Brit’s not one to leave any questions lingering. “Mary, why don’t you straddle my husband over there?” Mary comes to me with a smile on her face while Brit moves to the comfy chair right by the window facing us from the side.
“Hmmm, grab his cock, Mary. Feel how hard my honey is.” Mary does exactly as she’s told. She has a grip on my cock and I’m loving it. “Lick the head.” I’m in bliss now. She’s trying to suck all the precum I’m producing. I glare for a few seconds at Brit. She knows my uncircumcised cock can’t handle this.
But I also see Brit undressing. She finally gets her last piece of clothing off. “Now Mary, straddle my husband but don’t put him inside you, yet” On command, Mary moves on top of me, holding my cock directly near her entrance.”
Brit moves to the side of the bed and kneels beside me. She whispers in my ear, “remember this, honey? This is how we first fucked. Mmm, you were so thick stretching me out. Now it’s time you stretch this little professor out too. Close your eyes and think about how you would use her if you were that D1 football stud.” Brit turns her head towards Mary, snaps at her, and says, “Mary, drop.”
At the snap of her finger, Mary drops on my cock, and my eyes roll all the way back just taking in every pleasure that comes with invading her hole. She starts rocking and my cock is already throbbing. I tried to match Mary’s rhythm but Brit wasn’t having it. “I didn’t say you could move Mills. Remember, I command you. Just lay there and feel the pleasure of this sexy professor. You will get your time to thrust soon.” I see Brit relocated back to her chair. Her right arm is now on her chest and her left arm stroking her pussy. Her moaning mixed with Mary’s moaning is bringing me to the edge. I don’t really know how much longer I can last. But I need to hold it for Brit. This is her fantasy coming true and I want her to enjoy it.
As Brit starts playing with her own clit, her voice gets a little heavier with all her moaning but her commands are still clear. “Mary, now, tell him.”
Mary tries to clear up her moaning. But I think she’s never had someone as big as me. She’s in heat. And if it was just her and I, I’m sure I would have gripped her hips and fucked her into an orgasm. But I’m letting them do their thing. Mary begins her speech demanded by Brit, “Mills, you’re such a great Quarterback. I would do anything for you to come play with us. Use me as a cumdump or take one of my sorority sisters, I don’t care, we need you stud.” Mary’s moaning in between her words. Clearly, that script was from Brit. It made my heart flutter to know she tried to help me live out something that my injury denied me. But it also invigorated me. I move my hips and give Mary a couple of quick thrusts hoping Brit wouldn’t see.
Mary drops down to kiss me and my wife’s quiet mumbling of, “good girl, good girl, good girl,” is enough consent for Mary to keep kissing me. Brit’s really rubbing her clit hard in her chair. I can hear how wet she is from the bed. I take glances at Brit and she’s flustered constantly shuffling to get comfortable while her body shudders in pleasure seeing me fuck Mary.
Then Brit stands up from the chair. She walks to the edge of the bed again. She runs her finger down Mary’s back which makes her shudder. Mary’s head is now nuzzled in my neck. As Brit moves her finger along Mary’s back, I hear Brit saying, “good, girl” almost hissing it this time.
Brit lands her hand on Mary’s ass and starts to squeeze it. Mary moans a little and I think I almost hear her say, “thank you, miss…” as she moans instead before completing the word. As Mary continues to fuck and rock on me, I hear Brit slurping on her finger. My suspicion was correct when Brit took her finger and inserted it in Mary’s asshole. Mary lifts her head from the intrusion but soon starts moaning faster and breathing harder as she’s riding herself on my cock and Brit finger.
“Grip her now baby. Fuck her hard. Use your little slut. You own her. HARDER, MILLS!” As Brit screams, I hold Mary steady and start fucking her how Brit wants it. No remorse just hard reckless thrusting in my little sexpot for the night. Mary’s breathing and moaning are heavy and she lifts her torso up and gets back to a straddling position. Brit grabs Mary’s head and pulls her in and gives her a passionate but also forceful kiss. Their tongues are moving like they have been acquainted with each other before. They’ve definitely done this before.
Seeing this makes me start stroking slower but, deeper and holding it in her allowing Mary to really feel my cock in her. A couple of strokes like this and Mary’s eyes roll back and I know she just had a strong orgasm.
Brit confirms, “yes professor Noah, clench that asshole around my finger when you cum.”
I give Mary six more thrusts before I moan, “I’m gonna fucking cum baby.”
“Mary move the fuck out the way.” Brit demands and Mary rolls to the side of me like she just got out of a fight. She’s sprawled out but her face is in pure bliss.
Brit comes at me fast. She grabs my dick and gives me one deepthroat suck. She moves her tongue around my cock as if she’s licking up all of Mary’s juices. And then she puts my cock inside her and lays on me with her face by my neck.
“Nut in me Mills. I own your cum. Give me that fat fucking load.” Brit’s on fire. She hasn’t been this way since our time in Paris. It’s like we’re 32 again.
I grip her sexy waist and I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. “I’m gonna cum baby. I fucking love you. I’m gonna fucking bust.”
“I’m gonna cum too baby. Just keep fucking me.”
A couple more thrusts later Brit smacks my face with her right hand which is her signal that I have permission to cum. I give Brit one last thrust before we both start moaning and cumming as I hold Brit tight to me. My cum is coating every inch of her pussy. Brit’s high-pitched moan lets the whole world know she’s satisfied.
She rolls to the opposite side of Mary. All three of us are panting. No one speaks for a while.
Eventually, I looked over to Brit, “that was everything and more baby. I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. This is for taking great care of our son. I knew you would be a great father.” We kissed for a minute and I remember Mary is on the opposite side of me.
I turn to Mary, “and thanks Mary for making our fantasies come true. Brit sort of surprised me with her fantasy. But you were great.” I try my best not to sound awkward. This is my first threesome. I don’t have experience with giving thanks to a third partner.
My awkwardness was confirmed when they both snickered. Luckily, Mary came up to me and gave me a light kiss on my lips, and softly said “I should be the one thanking you both. I’ll take great care of your kid in my class. I won’t let him fail his first year.” She gives me a couple more kisses and we both fall back on our backs. We drift off to sleep as I’m holding the two sexiest women I have ever been with.
Eventually, I awake in the morning but the two women are already up. I turn to Brit’s side and I see Brit laying down with Mary fully dressed standing beside her. They are whispering but eventually Mary and Brit kiss really quick and Mary heads out. Seeing that kiss did wonders for my morning wood.
Brit then turns to me and says, “morning, champ. Hope last night was everything and more.” She snuggles into me, allowing me to envelope her. I like these small moments when she’s vulnerable to me. We have a balance that works for us even though some may see Brit as overly dominant.
“Baby, it was wonderful. I love you.”
“Love you, too. Now let’s get up. We need to meet Tyler for our family meeting with the coach this morning.”
“Oh, really? I forgot about that. Nice, nice. I hope he had a good night at the dorms.”
“Eh, he probably just watched Netflix or something, you know him.” She’s probably right. I need to make a note that before Tyler leaves for college I’ll give him a pep talk about girls and the benefits of being a college athlete.
We take a quick shower and head out for the continental breakfast. We drove to the school, this time at a slower pace. We wait outside the football facility to meet Tyler and the head coach. It’s taking a little longer so my eyes linger on Brit. I can’t help but think about how lucky I am to have her. I know our roles are reversed where she is dominant and I am more submissive but it works for us. This is our relationship and I couldn’t be happier.
“So where did you and professor Noah meet? Like when, how…”
Brit gives a knowing smile and interrupts my question, “she went to the same college as us. She’s a year younger than me and we were in the same sorority. We sort of experimented when I was dating that douche.”
I’m a little stunned. She never told me about Mary. “So I guess you cheated on the douche as well then?”
“I guess but I wasn’t an insufferable prick to him. And Mary and I just experimented. She made me realize I like to be the controlling partner. But when I met you, you were the solution. I didn’t need to experiment anymore. I knew what I needed and you gave that to me.” I almost start to tear up. I love her. “Oh hey look Tyler’s coming. Oh my, he looks happy. What do you think he did last night, honey?”
Fuck I’m still glowing after last night and what she just said. I’m trying to collect myself. “Yeah, he does look a little different. Do you want to ask him how his night went?”
“It’s been 18 years baby, but I don’t think I’m mentally prepared for my sons ‘had a good night’ conversations.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just play it standard.” Although there is a side of me that is happy he may have branched out last night. Kinda weird thinking we both had the same experience. Bedding some girl whose only purpose was to make us commit to the school. I’ll process those feelings later.
“Good plan baby. He really looks happy, Mills. You speak first.” Fuck. Last name plus demand equals I must comply. I can’t refuse her. Tyler finally reached us.
“Did you have a good night, son? I heard these guys have the best dorms in the conference.” That’s the best I could do. I had a great night last night and Tyler looks like he was just made a man. I couldn’t open with ‘Hey son, who you fuck last night,’ without feeling the wrath of Brit.
“Smooth,” Brit whispers to me as Tyler gives his reply.
Brit starts talking to Tyler. “I found out this school actually has some quality academic programs. I won’t interject if you decide to come here, Tyler.” Oh, my. Brit just gave the ok for Tyler to come here. I need to find a way to thank professor Noah later. But after Tyler gives his reply, I hear, “With the North Carolina school, right?” Hearing North Carolina brings me down for a second but then I realize… Wait, that wasn’t her normal principal tone. That was… holy shit was my Brit being sarcastic? She really wants Tyler to come here. This is unbelievable.
Coach Morgan comes down to meet us and we exchange pleasantries. As we walk to his office I ask Brit, “were you being sarcastic just now about the NC school?”
“Ha, Mills, guess there are a few things you still need to learn about me.” As she walks ahead looking back at me and laughing. I love this girl.
As we get to the coach’s office we meet his family. His son is late though but when he arrives Tyler sort of gets jumpy and has a surprised and fearful look on his face.
I lean over to Brit and whisper, “Do you think they know each other?”
“I don’t think so, but he’s pretty handsome.”
Huh, I wonder if they met last night?
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SPOILER for anyone who read this story but didn’t read the main one due to the Male/Male nature of it: Tyler and the coach’s son, Alex, had sex the night before in the room Tyler was staying in. So yes, Tyler bedded the coach’s son or maybe it’s the other way around. Depends on who you ask haha.
Thank you for reading my story. I really wanted to explore Tyler’s family further and I came up with this. I cut out some of the dialogue between Tyler and his family because I wanted to dive deeper into the thoughts of the father and how proud he was of his son.