Soccer Moms
By: Date: 2024.10.22. Categories: Just Wife Stories Tags: , , , , ,

Maggie didn’t even like soccer, and certainly not men’s soccer, but
she sat in the stands with the other wives and girlfriends all the
same and cheered for the men jogging up and down the field. There
was a good crowd on hand, thanks to the weather and the
importance of the game, and Maggie sipped her diet Coke with a
smile on her lips while she checked out the other women sitting in
the bleachers.

None of them knew her secret. She played a little game of her own,
something that made sitting there on a hot and humid southern
Virginia night more bearable. None of them even suspected the
nature of the game. And why should they? Maggie played the part
of a thirty-five year old housewife with aplomb. No . . . none of
them had caught on to the game. None of them had a clue.

Like the men chasing after the black and white checkered soccer
ball she had a specific goal in mind. She wanted to score. And there
was a time limit, too, self-imposed, yes, but rules made the game
more fun. Maggie also wore a uniform, but nothing like the jerseys
and shorts the men on the field wore. Those were cute, sure, but
hers was better . . . much better. Her uniform was a white silk
blouse, opened just a bit, because of the heat, of course, and a
denim skirt that showed off her legs and tight butt, which she
considered her two best features. Though she usually wore her
shoulder-length blonde hair in a ponytail around the house Maggie
preferred to wear it down when she began the game. She looked
sexier like that, but not in an obvious come-fuck-me kind of way
that might put off potential teammates.

The women around her cheered and Maggie joined them so at least
it looked like the game on the field mattered to her. Nothing could
have been further from the truth. She scanned the bleachers, tier
after tier, in full game-mode, like a panther on the prowl. The size
of the crowd gave her a great lineup to choose from and Maggie
shuddered with delight. Some nights the pickings were dismally
slim and she ended up going home with second-string types who
were good enough but not winners. Her standings would improve
tonight.

There were a number of contenders but in the end Maggie decided
on a plump, raven-haired woman sitting in the fourth row. She
couldn’t remember seeing the woman at any of the games before
and that intrigued her. Perhaps one of Cameron’s soccer buddies
had gotten a new girlfriend. There were a number of men on the
team who were single at the moment and would have gone for the
brunette with all her curves, showcased superbly in a black tanktop
and beige cotton shorts. Maggie liked curves in a woman, and when
the brunette turned and she got a glimpse of her full, round lips and
dark eyes the game officially started.

Sipping her diet Coke, Maggie left her seat high up in the bleachers
and moved down to the fourth row. The brunette flicked her a
glance as she sat down then went back to watching the game and
Maggie smiled inwardly. She could often tell from the opening play
how the game would turn out; things were looking good so far.

“What’s the score?’ Maggie asked.

The brunette looked at her again. “Four to two.”

“Thanks,” Maggie said. She pretended to watch the soccer match
though in fact she was looking the brunette over, breathing in the
scent of department store perfume. Her insides were doing
flip-flops and the game had just started!

“No problem,” the brunette said, turning to her with a warm smile.
“I’m Dana.”

“Maggie. Which one is yours?”

Dana laughed. “The brown-haired one pretending to be a forward.”

“Oh, you’re Lonnie’s wife?” Maggie asked. She had met Lonnie a
couple of times and he had mentioned being married, though she
had never met his wife or seen her at a game before now. Such a
shame! The woman looked scrumptious! Why on Earth would
Lonnie leave home to play soccer when he could be making love to
this delectable woman?

“That’s right,” Dana replied, nodding. “So which one of these
overgrown teenagers belongs to you?”

Maggie laughed. “The goalie who seems to be napping at the
moment.”

Dana nudged her, the fleeting contact sending chills down Maggie’s
spine. “You ever wonder why we even bother coming to these
things

“Sometimes,” Maggie said. “But then again . . . these poor guys
really need our support!”

“No doubt about that,” Dana said with a lilt in her voice.

Maggie smiled. The game for tonight was getting off to a
wonderful start.

* * * * *

The soccer match ended in another disappointing loss though
Maggie wasn’t all that upset about it. How could she be after
spending the entire time talking to Dana, getting to know her,
wanting her more and more with each passing the second? In
between cheers, which were few and far between for their team,
Maggie learned Dana was a real estate agent with hours that kept
her from coming to most of the games. She told Dana that was a
shame, that Cameron dragged her there week after week and how
she would have loved someone there to keep her company. It was a
small white lie, but not a total one. Though she loved the game she
would have been just as content being there with Dana. There was
something about the brunette that got to her, that made her insides
flutter more than her other teammates had ever done.

Maggie suggested the two of them wait until the crowd thinned out
a little before heading off in search of their husbands and Dana
agreed. She was confident the game was going her way but the
longer she kept Dana close to her the more points she put on the
board and the better her chances were of winning. That had never
been a problem before and Maggie didn’t think it one now, but she
wanted Dana too much to leave things to chance. So the two of
them sat there on the bleachers, sharing the basic details of their
lives. Maggie learned Dana was more or less content with her life
and her marriage, though she had the usual complaints most
couples have after being together for so long. In turn Maggie told
Dana about her aspirations as a writer, of her love of music and art.
Dana seemed impressed. From time to time Maggie worked in a
double entendre and made passing references to her love life,
pushing for a response. Dana laughed at her jokes and smiled at her
borderline flirtatious banter until they were the only ones left in the
stands.

“I guess we should go,” Dana said.

“I guess,” Maggie said, turning to her new friend. Time to take
another shot. “Pretty soon the boys will think we ran off together.”

Dana smiled sheepishly. “Well, we don’t want them thinking that.”

“Oh like it doesn’t turn them on,” Maggie said with a laugh.

“You think so?”

“Mmmhmm,” Maggie purred. “My brother-in-law once told me any
man who doesn’t get turned on by the thought of two women
making love is a liar.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Dana said.

Maggie smiled and patted Dana on the arm. “So? Ready to go?”

“Yep,” Dana replied, nodding.

Cameron and Lonnie were waiting for them in the parking lot,
looking despondent, drenched in sweat, still wearing their soccer
uniforms. Neither of them looked their best, Cameron with his short
brown hair all mussed and Lonnie with his mane of dark curls bent
out of shape. Just two aging jocks exhausted and defeated.

Maggie couldn’t remember ever seeing a more pitiful sight in her
life! She rushed up to Cameron and hugged him tight, consoling
him. Her gaze remained on Dana the entire time, though, watching
how Lonnie embraced her. “‘Sorry you lost, sweetie.”‘

“Yeah, yeah,” Cameron grumbled.

“Now don’t be a sore loser,” Maggie warned.

“Too late.”

Maggie stuck her tongue out at him then turned to Lonnie and
Dana. Such a cute couple! She wanted to spend more time with
both of them. “And I suppose you’re grumpy too, huh?”

“Of course he is,” Dana said, scratching Lonnie’s gut and smiling at
him. “Aren’t ya, honey?”

Lonnie made a face.

“Awwwww,” Maggie intoned. She threaded her arm around
Cameron’s and smiled. “I think what you two need is something to
eat. Dana? Lonnie? Would you like to come over for dinner? We’d
love to have you.”

“It wouldn’t be too much trouble?” Dana asked.

Maggie waved her off. “Of course not. Would it, baby?”

“Not at all,” Cameron said.

Maggie heard the smile in his voice. He understood the rules of the
game and she loved him for it. “So what do you say, guys? Dinner
at our place?”

“Sounds great,” Dana said.

Maggie smiled. She loved the part of the game that was coming up
. . . the endgame.

* * * * *

Maggie stood over the kitchen sink sipping a glass of red wine
through a satisfied smirk. Things were going better than she
planned! She’d served up a perfect dinner for Lonnie and Dana,
salad, fettucine alfredo, and garlic toast, then topped it off with
chocolate-chip cheesecake for dessert. It was the most decadent
combination she could think of, and, with wine flowing like a river,
set just the right the tone for the final part of the game.

Throughout the evening Maggie had been impressed with Lonnie
and Dana as a couple. Both of them were bright, charming people
and she couldn’t imagine what had taken so long for all of them to
become friends. There was a definite chemistry among them, all of
them, though Maggie could feel the connection with Dana getting
stronger. The two of them chatted like old college roommates
catching up on old times. She and Dana shared a number of
interests, and with each new revelation Maggie found her attraction
to this woman deepening. So now the stage was set at last for the
final play of the game. She trusted Cameron to keep Lonnie
occupied while she went to work on getting Dana into bed, but
how do to go about it?

Maggie thought about it for a long moment. This was a crucial part
of the game. She had never met a woman she couldn’t seduce, but it
all hinged on finding just the right approach. Something that
worked on one woman could send another screaming from the
house in terror. She couldn’t afford to get it wrong this time. Dana
and Lonnie were best friends in the making and she didn’t want to
ruin that, but Maggie couldn’t give up on the game now. Not now
when she was on the verge of having that tasty-looking woman
under her mouth and hands.

Though Dana seemed comfortable with her, whenever the
conversation even hinted at sex she had noticed Dana blushing
something fierce. That made the game even sweeter but it meant
she had to be careful. Nothing too obvious. Maggie had to let it
happen, give Dana the illusion that she was in control. She couldn’t
force it. Dana would scamper from her like a frightened rabbit.

“How are things going in here?”

Maggie looked up as Dana came in with a handful of dirty plates. “I
was just about to make some coffee.”

“That sounds good.”

Maggie opened a cupboard and searched for a new filter for the
coffee maker, hearing Dana moving behind her. “I thought our dear
husbands were going to clear the table.”

“Those two?” Dana scoffed. “No, they decided we needed more
wine and left the work for us while they ran to the liquor store.”

Maggie shook her head, grinning the whole time. The perfect
opportunity! She knew Cameron wouldn’t let her down. “Well, I
guess men will be boys, right?”

“Mmhmm. And it gives us a chance to be alone for a while.”

There was a change in Dana’s voice that sent a shiver up Maggie’s
spine. It sounded sexier now, more provocative. She turned around,
slowly, heart racing a mile a minute when she saw the look of raw
hunger on the other woman’s face. Where had that come from?!
She’d never seen a look so intense before! Though nothing about
Dana’s appearance had changed there was definitely something
different about her. Maggie could feel it. This was not the timid
creature she had been hitting on at dinner!

The shared look continued a moment longer then Maggie found
herself pinned against the kitchen wall, Dana’s mouth on her hers,
the kiss deep, passionate, making her gasp for breath. Impatient
hands slid over her, frisking her, touching her all over, finding the
round of her breast, the curve of her hips, the globes of her
buttocks. Things were happening so fast! The room was spinning . .
. spinning . . . out of control. She could feel Dana’s tongue sliding
over her lips and opened her mouth to the kiss, capturing that
wagging tongue and sucking it. Her overture earned a murmur of
approval. Dana moved up her neck with kisses then began nibbling
and sucking on her earlobe.

“I’ve wanted you all night,” Dana muttered breathlessly.

Maggie started to answer but a sudden hand at her breast squeezed
a moan out of her instead. She whimpered with pent-up need as
Dana pawed at her bosom, like an animal, groping her, feeling her
up, using the pad of her thumb to coax a nipple to erection. The
firm, demanding touch made her damp with desire and she groaned
into a kiss that seemed without end. How could this be happening?
This was her game! But Dana was in control, and pinned to the wall
Maggie had no means of reversing that situation. And did she even
want to? She decided she didn’t. Not with Dana’s hands so expertly
massaging her breast, the heel of Dana’s palm pushing into her with
determination.

“Dana,” Maggie gasped. “Dana . . . ohhh . . . yes.”

“Are you wet for me, baby?”

Maggie shuddered. In less the five minutes Dana owned her. She
whimpered her answer for she could manage no words.
“Mmmhmmmm.”

Smiling, Dana gathered Maggie’s wrists in one hand, lifted them
over her head, and pushed them tight against the wall. Lust made
Dana’s nostrils flare and Maggie groaned, the wild look in the other
woman’s eyes turning her insides into gel. She returned the
smoldering gaze and held it as Dana reached down with her free
hand a slipped a hand under her denim skirt, pulling aside the crotch
of her panties to get at her hot, wet slit. Dana teased her cuntlips
with the tips of her fingers and Maggie groaned.

“Mmmm . . . you are wet,” Dana said.

Maggie breathed out a sigh. “Please . . .”

“Please what, lover?” Dana asked, rubbing her slit. “I can’t know
what you want unless you tell me.”

“G-go inside,” Maggie stammered. She had never been so desperate
in her life but how she longed to have Dana’s fingers in her pussy!
Her need eclipsed all rational thought. Nothing else mattered but
having Dana fuck her right there in the kitchen.

The two of them stared at each other, breathing hard, time
stretching on forever before Dana slid two fingers into her slick
cunt. Maggie groaned in relief as much as pleasure, hips bucking as
Dana took her. Such experienced fingers! In no time at all she could
feel the crest of a surging climax rising within her. She could do
that forever on her own and not come. Sometimes she gave up in
frustration. Now Dana had her on the verge of orgasm in just a few
strokes! Her cunt throbbed in pre-climactic spasms and Maggie
panted with desire.

“Are you gonna come, Maggie?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Mmmm . . . no,” Dana said, withdrawing her fingers despite
Maggie’s whine of protest. “Not just yet, love. I want to go down
on you. But you have to keep your hands above your head or I’ll
stop and never finish. All right?”

Maggie nodded. She could do nothing else.

Dana released her wrists and kissed the tip of her nose before
sliding down to the floor, kneeling on the cold ceramic tile and
lifting up her skirt. The feel of Dana’s ragged breath on the insides
of her thighs dragged a sigh across Maggie’s lips . . . then Dana
pulled down her panties, she felt Dana’s breath on her cunt, and her
sigh became a moan of longing. As much as she had needed Dana’s
fingers inside her minutes before she needed that tongue inside her
even more now and when it happened it was like a drink of water
after two weeks in the desert. Maggie groaned in pleasure as Dana’s
tongue slithered over her pussylips, teasing her for an agonizing
moment before going inside.

“Oh God! Yes!” Maggie cried. She slammed her head back against
the wall, feeling no pain, lost in the sensation of Dana’s mouth on
her cunt. There was nothing else like it. The woman had a bona fide
gift for licking pussy! Oh God! Currents of delicious pleasure
traveled through her entire body, leaving no part of her unaffected.
Her arms ached from keeping them over her head so long but there
was no chance in hell she would drop them now. Not for a million
bucks! Maggie could feel the pressure building against her mons,
sharp, even painful, and she wasn’t about to do anything that would
stop Dana from granting her the release she craved.

“Yes! Yes! Dana, yes! Oh God! I’m going to come!” The words
poured out of her until there was nothing left to express her desire
but groans and grunts and high-pitched squeals. Maggie thought
her clitoris would explode form the tension then like an angel of
mercy Dana’s tongue was there, fluttering over her nubbin of a clit,
the most delicate touch she could imagine . . . but that soft touch
was more than enough to send her into orbit, screeching at the top
of her lungs as she came, fast and furious, until she sagged back
against the wall with a tired sigh.

Dana got up and wiped her lips, grinning like a cat with feathers in
its mouth. “That was nice. But now I want mine. Why don’t you
show me your bedroom.”

“But the guys-” Maggie began. An upraised hand cut her off.

“Lonnie knows better than to come back too soon,” Dana said,
winking at her. “So, do you wanna go upstairs or not?”

Maggie laughed, shaking her head. She had been beaten at her own
game by a better player, but she wasn’t going to be a sore loser. In
fact, losing just might have some advantages after all.

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