I pretended not to know, because Jim was rich, and I didn't have to work.What's more, Jim didn't WANT me to work, preferring the old established lifes...yle that his even richer father enjoyed.But with the assorted mailmen, plumbers, maytag repairmen, cops, and dozens of other potential partners, I never had the urge to cheat on Jim, not even for revenge!We had a baby, right away, and I fought to have him named anything but Jim III.My husband relented on this one point if we named him for both. The putrid smell, meandering up his nose was one he hoped he would never have to endure again. Reaching the door, he listens to make sure The Rat is alone. The last thing he needed is to have barged in and come face to face with a group of drunken squatters. Hearing the tele making a racket but no voices, he knocks on the door.Opening the door, The Rat, with his usual charming look, sways in the doorway."Oh hell I've not seen you in a while, what do you want now?" slurs the Rat"We need a chat. When I was feeling the heat again, gripped her hips tugging her back and forth and increased my speed, she kept buckling under my strokes, her feet moving unable to hold herself, the room filled with the sound of thap / thap / thap, her anus and white skin around her black anal opening was heated up and reddish with the friction and the slapping from my hand on her ass cheeks, that my dick melted inside as I spurted out my sperms deep in her, tired myself with the continuous thumping I laid on. He was still in good shape from leading the team's workouts, but his face looked old. I also had to respect that he was looking me in the eyes instead of feeling me up with his stare like most guys do.Finally when I wouldn't break from silence Coach asked, "You like fucking my players don't you Lana?"At first I didn't even notice he called me by name. Instead I told him straight out that football players were fun to fuck. Most of them were pretty dumb and just thought with their cocks, but that.