Converse Stories

[fwlolbroek]

Wow! that last chapter blew any and all expectations I had! It's just amazing how this story keeps evolving. Can't wait to read more adventures of these neighbours.

[andfe]

Thank you for posting here!
I love this story, it’s so hot. I followed it in reddit until Ch7 pt2, looking forward to new chapters

Please continue including converse in your stories!

Keep it up!

[chucko]

Thanks guys! It's really nice to hear that other people are reading these and enjoying it.
And dont worry, I'll never stop putting Converse in these stories. I'm forcing myself to put a variety of other sneakers in this one to branch out a little. I have a few Converse specific story ideas for when this one is done.

[chucko]

This is a LONG one, but I think you guys are really going to enjoy it.

The Neighborhood:
Chapter 7

John still couldn’t quite believe his situation. Danielle and Jessica had become closer friends than ever, and were spending lots of time together. They were also constantly swapping their favorite sneakers now that Danielle had a few pairs. John swore that Jessica was making a point to show off her shoes and her body for John in the yard while he worked in his office. Twice that week he had looked out to see her sunbathing in her Keds or Vans, and on Wednesday he had looked out to see her bent over in the yard, pulling weeds, in the shortest jean shorts he’d ever seen, a white crop top, and a dirty old pair of white lowtop Converse. This time she definitely knew he was watching, because when she finished she looked up at him in the window and gave a flirtatious wave with an evil smile. Her hips swayed as she walked back inside.

“What day are you getting home again?” John asked Danielle the next morning as they ate breakfast.

“Flying out tomorrow morning first thing, returning late next Wednesday night.” Danielle explained between bites of cereal.

“Damn,” John said with genuine disappointment. It wasn’t uncommon for Danielle’s work to require her to travel for a few days at a time, but John’s libido was going to struggle to have her out of the house for that long. “Seattle, right?”

“Yeah,” Danielle confirmed. “I’ll miss you, sweetie,” she said cutely, kissing him on the cheek as she carried her dishes to the sink. “Jess said you and Drew had plans this weekend?” she asked.

“Mm-hmm,” John nodded, “Going out for drinks tomorrow night, and then Mark invited us over to watch football on Sunday”

“Aww, that’ll be fun. Tell everybody I miss them!” Danielle said. “Okay I gotta go, I have a morning meeting. Then I have errands to run after work to get ready for the trip. Don’t wait for me for dinner.” She explained. “But I’ll make it up to you tonight before we go to bed” She put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek lovingly.

John watched as she gathered her purse and briefcase and bustled out the door. Today she was wearing an oversized pink crew neck sweatshirt over tight black bike shorts that went almost down to her knees. To John’s delight, she had laced up the borrowed pair of pink lowtop Converse that Jessica had lent her after their evening at the pool. The sight of Drew and Mark blowing loads of cum into those shoes had been burned into his mind, and seeing his wife slide her bare feet into those sneakers made John instantly hard. John also noted that it was much more casual than what Danielle would have normally worn to work in the past. In the past few weeks many of her khakis and dress shoes had been replaced by athletic gear and her new sneakers when she went to the office.

Work kept John blissfully distracted all day, but late in the afternoon his phone buzzed. It was a text from Drew that read “Need a hand with something at the house, got a few minutes?”

John didn’t feel like starting any new tasks for work this late in the day, so he shut his computer. He texted back “Be right there. Need me to bring anything?” He walked to the closet and looked at his shoes. He still had the pairs of sneakers that Drew had lent him and he was tantalized by the idea of wearing them over to their house. He slipped on the mustard yellow hightop Vans and laced them up.

A few minutes later he had crossed the front yard and entered the front door of the house next door. He didn’t see Drew or Jessica in the front hall, nor did he hear them in the kitchen.

“Hello?” John called out hesitantly, taking another look at the shoe rack next to the front door that was full of sneakers of varying styles and colors. A faint voice called out from down the hall. Following that direction, John began walking toward where he knew the couple’s bedroom was at the end of the hall. A clatter from one of the doorways caused him to pause.

“Hey! There you are, can you grab one of these?” Drew had emerged from the office on John’s left. He was struggling with an armload of cables and metal poles. He was also shirtless and wearing loose gym shorts with some cream colored hightop Converse Chuck 70s. John stuck his arms out and Drew dumped the stuff into them, which John now recognized as photography light stands.

“Can you run them to the bedroom real quick? Jess is already in there.” Drew said, turning back toward the office closet to grab more.

John walked nervously toward the bedroom but found it empty. The bed was made and another camera light was already set up nearby. A noise made John turn.

Jessica walked out of the closet, completely naked. She was, surprisingly, not wearing shoes, but her long red hair was also pulled up tight and she was adjusting a tight, skin colored mesh cap to hide the last few strands inside. She was also wearing makeup with deep red lipstick and heavy eyeliner. Her body was tight and her breasts were perky and round.

“John!” She exclaimed, beaming at him, clearly unsurprised to see him there. “So glad you could come help out. Drew explained what we needed, yes?”

“Uh, n-no actually.” John stammered, trying as hard as he could to keep his eyes on Jessica’s face.

“Oh damn it, Drew!” Jessica called over John’s shoulder. “I thought he was gonna tell you. We’re starting a subscription site!” She explained excitedly. “Our free videos were getting enough traction I thought why not try to make a few bucks to fund our shoe habit” She turned toward the dresser and opened one of the drawers. “Anyway, Drew needs a hand with some of the production stuff and we were hoping you’d be willing to help out.”

“Hey! Yes, sorry,” Drew came into the room behind John. “I was gonna explain but I got busy. I’m getting a little tired of trying to film weird POVs or fit inside the frame of the old tripod. So I’ve got some nicer cameras and a lot better lighting. Would you be cool to film it?” Drew asked eagerly.

“Wait, so you want me to get a front row view to your sex tapes?” John asked, still a little stunned, but also quickly growing hard at Jessica’s naked body in front of him.

“Best seat in the house, darling,” Jessica said seductively. “Plus we’d love to get a little of your input on things. We do this all the time, so we might as well take requests.” She added.

“For example, which of these do you prefer?” Jess asked turning from the drawer. In her hands she was holding two wigs. One was long and brown, the other was short and blonde. John stammered again, not sure how to answer. “Oh come on, we all know you prefer blondes.” Jessica said with mock exasperation. She turned toward the mirror and flipped the blonde wig onto her head. She used her fingers to brush it out a little and then started pinning it in place but John immediately noticed how much the hairstyle looked just like Danielle’s.

Truly Jessica was barely recognizable with the shorter blonde hair and makeup. She gave John a wink in the mirror.

“Yeah we've wanted to do more stuff on camera but we still want to stay mostly anonymous, you know?” Drew explained. “So I'm going to keep my face out of frame and Jess is going to be in disguise and not show too much face. Think you can film that?” He asked, handing some cables to John to plug in.

John was rock hard and brimming with anticipation. He would have agreed to just about anything. He assured Drew it was no problem.

It took them a few minutes to get all the lights set up. Drew was meticulous about angles and adjustment. Jessica sat on the bed, naked and barefoot, to make sure the light was right.

“Okay, moment of truth,” Jessica announced, as Drew was showing John some camera settings. “John, as the guest, you get to decide what kind of shoes I wear for this.” The evil gleam had returned to her eye.

“Oh jeez,” John felt himself blush. “I don't know…”

“It’s going to be a pretty simple scene,” Jessica explained. “I think we start with some close ups on our sneakers, move to a blowjob, missionary, then a big cumshot on my shoes. Lots of dirty talk all along. Drew’s gonna boss me around for a change.” She was very matter-of-fact about it, and looked at John expectantly. She could still see the hesitancy in his face.

“Come on, man, I've seen you looking at your wife's Chucks, how about some of those?” Drew suggested eagerly. He had dropped his gym shorts and his cock was quickly starting to swell.

“Um, yeah, maybe some black Converse?” John suggested meekly. He was looking at Jessica in the blonde wig, and her resemblance to Danielle struck him once again. The mental image of his wife in her place, in her fresh black hightops was too enticing to pass up.

“Oooh an excellent choice,” Jessica purred as she slid off the bed toward the walk-in closet. “There's a reason those are the first pair I convinced your wife to buy!”

John gaped at her. He had always suspected that her manipulation of Danielle was intentional, but hearing her say it out loud still rocked him.

“Start rolling and I'll walk out” Jessica's voice echoed from out of the closet. It shook John out of his stupor and he pointed the camera.

As she stepped seductively through the door, her slender athletic legs now ended in a pair of clean black hightop Converse and a bright white pair of knee high Adidas athletic socks with black stripes around the top. John kept her sneakers centered in frame, making sure the ankle patch with the classic Chuck Taylor logo was in focus.

At the foot of the bed she met Drew in his cream colored Chuck 70s. Their sneakers intertwined as their bodies pressed together and they began kissing. John pulled the camera back just enough to show Drew's hand feeling her toned ass and Jessica's hand running over Drew's 6 pack abs. Her hand slit down and her fingers slithered around his hard cock.

“Do you like my new sneakers?” Jessica asked in a sultry voice.

“God, yes, your Chucks are so hot.” Drew replied in a husky voice.

“I bought them just for you.” Jessica purred. “I saw how much you love staring at other girls when they wear their slutty little Converse, and I wanted you to stare at me that way.” She continued to stroke his dick, and John felt his own erection throbbing in his pants.

“Hmmm are you saying you want to be my little sneaker slut?” Drew asked, one hand squeezing Jessica's breast while the other slid over her ass.

“Fuck yes, make me your sneaker slut.” Jessica begged. “All I've ever wanted was for you to fuck me like a whore in my sexy sneakers.” She began sliding down to her knees.

Her tongue swirled around his hard cock before sliding her red lips down his shaft. His dick bottom out in her throat and her eyes bulged.

“Oh fuck yes, your slutty little throat is so hot.” Drew groaned. He ran his hands through the blonde wig on Jessica's head.

John moved around with the camera, capturing every angle. He zoomed in on Jessica's lips stretched around Drew's girth, then rotated around to capture a wider shot. Jessica had sat back onto the heels of her black All Stars, and the brown soles stuck out under her perfect round ass.

Drew held her by either side of her head and his hips gyrated as he used Jessica's mouth like a fleshlight. Vulgar “guck guck” noises came from her throat, punctuated by the occasional slutty moan. Her hands reached behind her and stroked the sides of her Chucks, delicate fingers tracing the white rubber sidewalls and sliding over the texture of the soles.

Drew finally pulled his dick out of Jessica's mouth and she gasped for breath. Strings of drool stretched from her lips to the head of his cock, and dripped down her chin. Her tongue lolled out as she looked up at him obediently.

“Am I being good?” Jessica asked, loudly slurping the drool back into her mouth.

“Fuck yes, you're such a good little fucktoy.” Drew growled. “Prove how much of a sneaker slut you are.”

Drew sat on the edge of the bed, legs out toward Jessica. His pristine cream colored Chuck 70s shined on his feet. Jessica licked her lips hungrily. Leaning down, Jessica crawled on all fours to his feet and kissed the toe of his shoe. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the toe bumper from one side to the other. Saliva sparkled on the fresh rubber.

“That's right, blow my sneakers, bitch.” Drew commanded. John got the camera in close to see Jessica cramming the toe as far into her mouth as she could. Her drool dripped down the sole and her cheeks bulged as the entire rubber toe cap disappeared between her stretched lips.

John noticed Jessica fingering herself and pulled the camera wide again to show her whole body. Down on the ground like an animal, Jessica's ass was in the air and one hand was furiously shoving fingers into her dripping pussy, visible right above her clean black Chucks.

“I need more of your sneakers” Jessica begged as she slurped on Drew's Chucks. “Please!”

“Oh? Go ahead, prove what a fucking sneaker slut you are.” Drew allowed. Jessica immediately sat up, pulling his other sneaker-clad foot toward her. Spreading her knees, she lowered her pussy against the toe and started grinding against the rubber.

“God your Chucks feel so good against my little pussy” Jessica cried.

“Fuck yeah, fuck my sneakers while you suck my dick” Drew commanded again.

John moved to get a clear shot as Jessica once again stuffed her husband's cock into her mouth while continuing to grind herself on his Converse. Her juices left dark wet marks on the light canvas, making the fluffy white laces glisten.

Once again, John got a perfect shot from behind of Jessica's blonde head bobbing on Drew's cock, her naked curves and round ass perched atop three recognizable Converse soles, two on her feet and one between her legs. Her pussy lips spread and she slid her clit against the textured rubber as she moaned onto the girthy dick. Drew also began swearing under his breath, once again running his hand through her (fake) blonde hair.

John found himself lost in the imagery for just a moment. From this angle Jessica looked just like Danielle, and his mind wandered once again to fantasies of his wife in her place. Danielle, who was an expert at giving blowjobs already, wearing the same style of sneakers. He even imagined, for a moment, that it was still Drew's cock in her mouth, allowing John to watch his wife grind her pussy on his shoes from the same position. His cock throbbed painfully again, desperate for release.

“Get on the bed, I want to use your stupid little cunt,” Drew barked at her, snapping John out of the fantasy.

“Oooh yes,” Jessica cheered, “please use my pussy.”

Laying back onto the bed Jessica spread her legs and pulled up her tall socks that had started to slouch. Drew stepped forward, saliva and pussy juice still dripping from his sneakers, and grabbed her by the ankles. Jessica was folded roughly in half, but still guided Drew's thick manhood into her folds. The married couple both moaned in pleasure as he buried himself inside her in a single stroke.

John filmed from the side as Drew pulled out nearly to the tip before hammering back inside. Jessica cried out in shock and pleasure. Her Chucks were up next to her head, a surprising feat of flexibility, as Drew began pounding her pussy.

Drew kept up a constant rhythm, stroking deep into his wife's cunt. He pulled her right foot to his face and sniffed the sneaker deeply.

“Oh god, yes, do my little Chuckies make you happy?” Jessica cried.

Drew didn’t answer. He just began kissing and licking her shoes, never stopping the pounding. He let go of her other foot so he could grope one of her bouncing tits while he made out with her fresh All Star.

“Fuck yes, fuck, fuck, I'm such a little sneaker slut” Jessica sobbed as the relentless pounding took its toll. “Lick my little sneaker while I cum on your diiiiiiiiiiick” she screamed as fluid gushed from her pussy. John zoomed in and got a good shot as she came, her other sneaker and socked foot waving wildly in the air.

“You're such a perfect sneaker slut” Drew grunted. “Your pussy and your Chucks are so hot. They’re all mine to fuck however I want,”

“That's right, baby, use my Converse however you want. Im a worthless sneaker slut” Jessica begged, body heaving from the strength of her orgasm.

“Im gonna ruin your fucking Chucks so everybody knows what a sneaker whore you are” Drew groaned.

“Fuuuuck yes ruin my shoes I want everyone to know. I want the world to see my little Converse like that”

Drew yanked his cock out with a loud squelch and stood up, gripping his shaft and pumping furiously. Jessica presented both of her feet to him in her black hightops and tall white socks. John zoomed in on the dick and sneakers, knowing what was coming.

With a loud groan, Drew clenched and swore and began firing rockets of cum. The first ropes flew high and splattered the Adidas striped socks. They immediately soaked the cotton fabric and started dripping down into the hightop sneakers. He angled the next shots down to explode over the rubber toes and splatter the laces. Streaks of cum clung to the canvas sides. The rest was aimed at the soles, coating the brown rubber and dripping down the diamond texture.

“Oh my god, my poor Converse, they're so slutty now” Jessica whined, admiring her shoes. “Everybody is going to see all your sticky cum on my shoes and know what a dirty sneaker whore I am!” she complained as Drew wiped the last few drops from the tip of his cock directly onto the All Star logo.

She reached down and began gently unlacing the sneakers, pulling them off her feet and holding them up to look at them.

“Did I pass the test? She asked, looking directly into the camera, smiling innocently and holding the cummy sneakers up near her face.

“You sure did, babe.” Drew said. He paused. “Aaaaand cut!” He yelled.

“Whew! That was a good one!” Jessica cheered, immediately breaking the innocent submissive character she'd adopted for the video. The mischievous gleam returned to her eye. “Babe, you fucked the absolute shit out of me! I'm going to have trouble walking tomorrow.”

“You know I love the dirty talk,” Drew laughed as he grabbed a towel and started dabbing his sweat and wiping down his crotch. “What did you expect?”

“And John, buddy, you did perfect!” Drew exclaimed as John lowered the camera and stood awkwardly. The room reeked of sex and John still felt his erection like an iron rod.

“Uh, thanks,” John replied sheepishly. “I think I got some really good angles of everything. I kept the sneakers in frame too.”

“Oh this is perfect,” Drew said, looking at the footage on the computer screen. “Babe, look at this shot of you sucking my dick” he pointed to the screen.

“Damn, John, you're a natural!” Jessica exclaimed, joining Drew by the desk. “Oh, shoot, I'm so sorry about that…” she added, looking toward John and seeing the massive tent in his pants. John shifted uncomfortably, blushing.

“Well I have one last treat for you.” She purred, putting in a sexy voice again and approaching John. “I know you would never do anything without Danielle but I have these sneakers right here. Maybe you can relieve yourself here and now.” She held out the pair of black Chucks, still dripping with Drew's spunk.

John's face burned and his rational brain screamed that he shouldn't, but the sight of Jessica's naked body and vulgar sneakers was too much. His hand drifted to the bulge in his pants.

“That's right, you helped us so much it's only fair we help you in return” Jessica cooed. “Pull it out and blast these naughty little shoes.”

John gulped and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang free, red and pulsing. He took one of the shoes from Jessica. The rubber was slick with cum and it glistened.

“I won't even touch. I just want to watch.” Jessica assured him. “I can even put on a show if you want” her voice became more and more teasing and sultry. She lifted the toe of the other shoe to her mouth and kissed it gently.

John began to stroke himself looking at the defiled sneaker, remembering how it got that way.

“That's right, these naughty little Chucks are already so messy, no reason you can't add yours.” Jessica encouraged. John pumped away, faster and harder. He raised the messy sneaker to his face and inhaled the scent of rubber, sweat, and sex. Jessica did the same.

“Would it help if you imagined it was Danielle smelling these nasty shoes?” Jessica asked. “Your pretty blonde wife acting like a filthy sneaker slut, walking around in shoes soaked with your cum?”

John let out a choked whimper, nodding in response. He was picturing it now, Danielle gleefully skipping off to work, her shoes dripping with semen, happy to show off to her coworkers. He pumped harder and faster.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jessica whispered, moving even closer to him. Her naked body was only a foot away now. “I thought it would be so hot to pretend to be your wife in this video.”
she breathed. “In fact, I wanted to get into character so much I did something very naughty. You want to know what I did?”

John couldn't think. He could barely see. Control was gone. All he could do was nod and furiously masturbate. Jessica reached up and took the sneaker from his hand, placing both Chucks together, flat in her palms.

“Yesterday I asked your wife if she wanted to borrow some shoes. I told her I would lend her whatever she wanted in exchange for her favorite black Chucks.”

John’s eyes that were almost closed snapped open. Jessica giggled and bit her lip.

“That's right, John, these are Danielle's sneakers. That's why I want you to cum all over them so badly. Blast your wife's shoes. I know you want to!” Jessica cried.

“FUUUUUUCK” John screamed as Jessica held the Converse in front of him. His dick exploded in his hand, firing rockets of white spunk at the already messy shoes. The black canvas was coated. White cum rained down onto them. Jessica opened the tongues and let his cum pour into the open shoes, puddling on the insoles and soaking the inside of the canvas.

Tears actually came from John's eyes as he desperately milked every drop he had. His legs felt weak and he stumbled back, catching himself on the bed. Jessica and Drew both cheered admiring the cum soaked Chuck Taylors.

It was almost 10 minutes before John could get himself cleaned up. Jessica and Drew had already taken down the camera equipment and brought him a bottle of water and a towel.

“You're going to get me in so much trouble.” John muttered, face still flushed with embarrassment. Jessica had just walked back into the room. She had taken off her wig and let her red hair down again. She had also put on pink pajama pants and a black tee shirt, but was still wearing some white slipon Vans.

“Oh shush,” Jessica said, dismissing him. “You loved it. Besides, I love your wife, I wouldn't do anything to hurt her either. Here, I cleaned her shoes up… a little.”

She handed John the black Converse. They were definitely cleaner than before and the canvas was mostly dry, but a few telltale streaks stained the black fabric, already dried and slightly crusted.

“You can play dumb if she asks. I'll make up an excuse for the stains. And I promise, next time we need to film a video we will use MY shoes and she'll be none the wiser.” Jessica said with a wink.

John's phone buzzed. It was almost 7pm by now. It was a text from Danielle. “Finally leaving the office! U next door?”

“Yup, be home in a minute. Helping Drew fix his PC” John lied. He got up and began straightening himself up. He splashed some water on his face in the bathroom and felt his phone buzz again.

“Ask Jess if I can have my Chucks back. I wanted to pack them for the trip.” The message read. John groaned aloud. He just replied with a thumbs up emoji.


John ate dinner quickly and drank a lot of water, still feeling spent. He had left his wife’s shoes on the closet shelf where they belonged, and he just hoped they would be completely dry before she stuffed them in her suitcase.

Danielle didn’t get home until almost 9. She walked in the door, dropped her bags in the kitchen, and went straight to the couch. She was still wearing the pink crewneck, black bicycle shorts, and pink lowtop Converse with some short white socks. She didn’t even bother taking the shoes off.

John always liked taking care of her after a day like this. He was there immediately with a glass of her favorite wine. He turned on her favorite show and sat next to her with his arm around her shoulders so she could cuddle into his chest.

“God it was just one thing after another today,” she sighed. “I had no time to breathe all day.”

“Aw, I’m sorry babe.” John sympathized. He felt guilty thinking back to his afternoon with the neighbors. He could feel Danielle’s stress and started rubbing her shoulders.

“Ugh that feels so nice.” She said, sipping her wine. “I needed this.”

John worked his fingers into her tight muscles, trying not to stare at her feet, still wearing sneakers, pulled up behind her on the couch. He could feel her tension starting to release, though that also may have had something to do with how fast her wine was disappearing.

“Want me to rub your feet?” John offered. It wasn’t something he’d done before, but he figured it was an innocent enough suggestion.

“Ooooh that would be wonderful!” Danielle beamed. “I was on my feet all day.”

John slid from the couch and beckoned for Danielle’s feet. She shifted position and stuck both legs straight out along the couch. Her pink Converse sparkled, and even from here John thought he could detect the smell of rubber. He was loathe to take them off. Instead, he started on Danielle’s legs. Her calves were toned and athletic from years of playing soccer. His fingers glided along her smooth skin, working out the tension of the day. She sighed contently.

Finally working his way to her feet, John began to massage her shoes. He felt the tension in her arches through the canvas, and did his best to squeeze her toes through the rubber. Danielle didn’t seem to mind, sipping her wine and enjoying the sensation. His fingers traced across the laces as he rubbed small circles over her feet. John wanted so badly to dive into the shoes face-first, to lick the clean white toes and bury his nose in the fluffy white laces, but he resisted.

He felt himself becoming more and more aroused. Finally, he began sliding his fingers into the opening of her pink Converse, reaching inside and feeling her bare ankle and heel. The heel of the shoe popped free and he slid it off gently. He tried not to make it obvious, but even from here he could smell the aroma of the sneakers and he savored it. He repeated the process with her other foot and carefully set both shoes aside.

“You know, baby, I promised to give you a little treat before I left tomorrow,” Danielle said as John massaged her bare feet.

“Oh?” John asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I thought maybe I’d put on a little outfit for you.” She replied in a playful voice, “and we could do a little role play.” Both of John’s eyebrows raised at that point.

“Now that sounds like it could be fun,” John said, mind racing.

“Hmmm, I thought so.” Danielle said, taking the last sip of her wine. “So what do you think? What kind of outfit do you want me to wear for you?” She asked, looking at John seductively.

John’s mind immediately raced through all the sneakers he wished he could see her wearing. Still, he wasn’t sure how to ask for that without fully asking for it. Something still held him back from admitting what he really wanted.

“I could be a sexy maid?” Danielle suggested, seeing John’s hesitation, “or a naughty teacher? Or maybe a naughty schoolgirl?” she added. John visibly perked up at that.

“What about something sporty?” John finally blurted. “I always thought you were so sexy coming home from practice.” A grin spread across Danielle’s face.

“Oooh, that’s perfect. What if you’re the coach and I’m a new recruit trying to make the team?” She suggested. “That sounds so hot, baby.”

“Fuck, yes, let’s do it.” John said, letting go of her feet and letting her stand.

“Give me 5 minutes, I’ll get it all ready.” Danielle said, setting down the glass of wine and leaning forward to kiss John gently. She stood, grabbing her pink sneakers, and walked off toward the stairs, leaving John to anticipate what she had in store.

John killed the next few minutes cleaning up the wine glasses, locking up the house, and turning off the lights. At 5 minutes on the dot, he rushed upstairs toward the bedroom. The door was shut, but there was a stack of carefully folded clothes on the floor with a small note.

“Put these on, Coach” the note read, followed by a drawing of a winky face. John looked at the clothes. There was a white polo shirt, short red running shorts, white tube socks, and a whistle on a lanyard. To John’s delight, beneath the pile was his pair of white hightop Nike Blazers. He stripped as fast as he could, leaving his old clothes piled in the hallway. He felt a little bit silly in the short shorts and polo, but his dick was hard as a rock as he laced up the Blazers.

John slipped the whistle around his neck and opened the door. The lights in the bedroom were low, and Danielle was sitting on the floor stretching. She was wearing a tight white cotton tee with short black running shorts, tall white socks, and her fresh white Adidas Superstars.

“I’m ready for practice, Coach,” she said, her voice eager and innocent. “I know you wanted me to work on my flexibility and I really want to make the team.” She spread her legs wide and leaned forward, putting her chest on the floor and reaching out to touch the toes of her sneakers.

“You’re getting much better,” John replied, “but I think I need to see a little more.”

“Whatever you want, coach, I’ll do anything!” Danielle pleaded, her eyes shining and excited. John had never seen her like this and it made him desperate for more.

“Let’s see your conditioning. You know, if you want to make the team it’s gonna take some endurance.” John lectured her. “Maybe some jumping jacks.”

Danielle nodded excitedly and stood up. She started doing jumping jacks, counting out each one. Her breasts bounced beneath her tight tee shirt and John saw her nipples poking through. He found himself admiring the way the leather on her Superstars creased as her feet landed.

“Good, good, now that your blood is pumping, how about some sit ups?” John said as she got to 25.

“Yes, coach, I’m good at those!” Danielle said, stopping jumping and lowering herself to the ground. “Can you hold my feet?” She asked as she got into sit-up position and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Let’s get 20 of these.” John commanded as he knelt in front of her. He put his hands on her sneakers and felt his cock throb. The leather was soft and supple. She began to count out sit-ups, grunting with exertion. Her short blonde hair had begun to fall into her face a little, and as she came up for her 5th rep, John gently brushed it out of her way. She smiled wryly at him. On the next rep she sat up farther so that her face met John’s and she kissed his lips gently.

“Hmmm, you must really want to make the team,” John commented.

“I said I would do anything, Coach,” Danielle gasped, breathing heavily. “I want to prove how committed I am.”

“Oh? How about you show me your commitment,” John said as she finished her last few sit-ups. He stood with his hands on his hips.

“I think I have certain skills I can bring to the team,” Danielle said innocently, rising to her knees. “I know all the girls talk about how important it is to make a good impression during tryouts.” She moved toward him and slid her hands up his legs. The bulge of his cock was easily visible through the soft running shorts.

“Oh Coach, does this mean I’m doing well?” She asked coyly, her left hand sliding over his hard shaft through his shorts.

“It’s a good start,” John replied, “You keep this up and I think you may have a spot on my team.”

“Oh Coach, you don’t know how much I would love that.” Danielle squealed, beaming at him. “Let me show you what the other girls taught me.” She tugged at his shorts and they slid down. She held her face close and looked up at him with those wide, blue, innocent eyes. His cock sprang free of the elastic waistband and smacked her in the cheek. She gasped and giggled.

John groaned as she ran her tongue up his shaft. Her hands rubbed up and down his thighs as she kissed the sides of his dick gently before running her tongue up the underside and flicking the tip.

“Your commitment to the team is, uh, admirable,” John said, trying to stay in character. She smiled at him and wrapped her lips around the tip of his penis. Danielle had always given incredible blowjobs, and she was at her very best tonight. Her lips were soft and her tongue knew just how to massage him. She didn’t even need to use her hands.

With each stroke she took his cock a little deeper into her mouth. She continued to look up at him with those beautiful eyes. He soon felt the tip of his dick tickling the back of her throat. With one more innocent look, she stuck her tongue out and pressed her face forward, swallowing his shaft to the hilt, her nose touching his stomach. She was moaning slightly and John could feel the vibration. He moaned in pleasure.

“Oh that’s so fuckin good,” He groaned. Danielle pulled back so that only the very tip was in her mouth, and then dove back in, taking John’s dick all the way into her throat again. She took both her hands and ran them through her hair, pulling them into two pigtails that she twirled cutely as her throat churned.

John took his cue and reached town to hold the pigtails. His hips churned as he took control, slowly sliding his member in and out of his wife’s eager throat. Danielle put her hands on her own knees obediently and allowed her face to be fucked. Despite how hard he had cum earlier in the day, it was quickly becoming too much for John. He felt himself approaching climax and couldn’t wait any longer.

“You want to be on this team? I want to see your commitment to the team all over your face,” John grunted as he felt himself start to burst. He kept one hand on Danielle’s hair and used the other to grab his shaft and aim it. He’d never actually given Danielle a facial before, usually opting to finish down her throat, but this time he pointed his tip right at her face as ropes of cum began to blast out.

Danielle gasped and giggled as cum splattered her cheek and nose. She closed her eyes tightly as ropes splashed her forehead and dripped down her lips. By the time John was done, she was a slutty mess. White globs clung to her skin.

“Oh my! Coach, that was wonderful, do I look like a member of your team now?” she asked, sitting back on her heels and looking up at him. She wiped one of the globs off her lip with one finger and sucked on it seductively.

“You look beautiful,” John said, staring lovingly at his wife. She had never looked this lewd. “I think we move on to the next part of the tryout. I think I need to perform a physical,” John announced. He helped Danielle to her feet and slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles.

“You want my shoes off?” Danielle asked sweetly. John gulped.

“No no, that’s not necessary,” He replied quickly, “you need to stay in uniform.” he added. She stepped out of her panties and shorts.

“Let’s see that flexibility again,” John commanded. With a smile, Danielle turned around and bent down again, touching her toes and presenting her bare ass toward him.

“Hmm, this looks good,” John said, licking his fingers and sliding them up the crack of her naked pussy. Danielle shuddered, and John noted that she was already dripping wet.

“Spread your legs, let’s see a wide stretch,” He ordered.

“Yes, Coach!” Danielle replied obediently. She slid her feet apart and leaned forward again. She really was quite flexible. She was able to put both hands on her fresh Adidas sneakers quite comfortably, and she gripped the leather while John began rubbing her pussy again. He slid his finger up and down her labia and she whimpered in pleasure.

“You know, flexibility is so important on this team,” John said with a smirk. “Let’s test it a little.” He slid a finger into her pussy easily, and then another. Danielle let out another moan. She held her position, legs spread, bent over, hands on her sneakers, while John used his fingers to stroke her g-spot. He massaged deep inside in the way he knew would drive Danielle wild. He could see the muscles in her athletic legs tensing as she tried to hold herself still. When his hand was sufficiently drenched in her fluids, John pressed a third finger inside Danielle’s snatch. She let out a loud groan at this.

“Hmm, flexibility seems very good.” John said as his fingers worked away deep inside her pussy. With his other hand he gave her ass a gentle smack. It only took a minute or so for Danielle to give up, her knees finally bent and she couldn’t hold the stretch any longer.

“Very good, very good, why don’t you stretch on the bed.” John instructed. Danielle sat on the bed and leaned back. John took her feet and lifted them up over her head. She smiled, her face still spattered with his spunk, and grabbed her sneakers again, holding her feet near her face.

“Like this coach?” She asked innocently. Her pussy was presented to him in this position and it shone with her fluids.

“Hmmm, exactly like that.” John said, before burying his fingers inside her again. She cried out and bit her lip. John used his fingers to continue coaxing her snatch. He also knelt down by the bed and put his mouth onto Danielle’s pussy, licking away at her lips and clit. She shook and moaned.

“Oh god, Coach, your mouth feels so good on my little pussy,” she cried. John removed his fingers and used both hands to spread her thighs and bury his face in her crotch. His tongue plunged into her and swirled around her clit over and over and over again.

“YES, COACH, YES, EAT MY LITTLE PUSSY!” Danielle shouted as her legs shook and fluid flowed around John’s mouth. Her hips bucked and her back arched and her sneakered feet flailed in the air as orgasm ripped through her.

John knew he had been worn out by the events of the day, but he was hard again and wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity without fucking his wife at least once.

“It looks like you’ve got what it takes to make the team,” He announced, “Now let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to be a starter.” He stroked his dick a few times before pressing it against her opening.

“Yes, Yes, please, Coach, I want you inside me so badly.” Danielle begged. John slapped his cock against her pussy a few times before plunging it inside. They both cried out in pleasure as he hilted himself inside of her. Danielle threw her head back and gripped the sheets.

John began pounding away, deep inside his wife’s pussy. Her legs waved in the air and John grabbed her by the ankles. He felt his hands on her cute little Adidas and it spurred him on harder. He pressed his cheek against her left shoe and breathed in the scent.

“God, yes, fuck me Coach, fuck me harder.” Danielle cried. John pushed her ankles up again, folding Danielle fully in half again so that he could pile drive his cock down into her. Danielle’s sneakers were pressed against his chest now as he pounded. Both of them were gasping and moaning and he felt another orgasm shake Danielle’s body. He held her shoes tightly to his chest as he felt his own began to build.

With one final thrust he let out a strangled cry and fired his final load deep into his wife’s pussy. It was weak and he knew he was fully spent, but still his body shook and his muscles tensed. Hey lay for a few moments on top of her, both of their bodies heaving.

When he finally rolled off, the both lay on the bed gasping for air. Finally, Danielle rolled over toward him and put a hand on his chest softly.

“Hmm, what do you think, Coach, did I make the team?” She asked. Her voice had lost the innocent tone and he could tell she wasn’t in character any more. John laughed.

“I think you’re gonna be the captain.” He said, stroking Danielle’s hand softly.

“That was incredible, by the way.” Danielle added.

“God, you’re telling me!” John said. “I’ve never seen you like that.”

“I’m full of surprises, you know.” Danielle said with a seductive smile. “I’m just happy you were able to get into the fantasy.”

“Oh absolutely, we should do this more often.” John replied. “Was that something you’ve fantasized about before? You’ve had some coaches back in your athlete days.”

“Mmmmm maybe,” Danielle said with a wink, getting up from the bed. She strutted to the closet in her tee shirt and sneakers, “think that this will tide you over until I get home from this work trip?” she asked.

John looked her over one more time, still seeing his first load of cum shining from her face.

“If anything I’m going to need you back home even sooner.” John replied with a chuckle.