Hadley Hayes is angry when she finds out that her husband and popular football coach had an affair while he was away at football training camp.
Until then, Hadley had always enjoyed those two weeks out of the year for herself. This time, to prevent him from cheating, she tags along to the training camp.
Her husband doesn’t have time for her and she is bored. She is still a looker and has great relationships with many of the players because of her help in recruiting them.
She runs into Cyrus one night as she’s walking around the facility. They talk for a while and he confides to her that he is a virgin. One thing leads to another and she seduces him.
Hadley soon learns that she and Cyrus had been watched. Chad had seen everything and wants a turn. Hadley could not resist. She gives it up to him and also his roommate Lex who returned early from a night out. Hadley still has time for one more adventure before camp is over. Chad arranges another threesome with her and his best friend Jesse.
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August was once my favorite month of the year. It was better than Christmas, Thanksgiving, and every other holiday combined. It was my personal holiday season, at least the first two weeks and that was all I needed. For those fourteen days, my life was my own again. I pined for it like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve.
I loved my husband dearly but being the wife of a popular college football coach was more than I bargained for. My presence was an integral part of his recruitment efforts. He brought me along to prove to prospective parents that he was a family man committed to their sons’ progress both on and off the field. I was always “on stage” representing his brand.
I lived for August until my husband ruined it for me. The two week camp was always at the same remote location. His weeks away gave me time for myself. Having that time was not permission for him to screw one of the
locals. I was furious when I found out. Vases flew, glasses broke, and pictures were hurled to the ground.
It was a scene straight out of the most dramatic of soap operas. I had my husband in fear for his life and his finances if he ever strayed again. Still, I wasn’t ready to wager he’d be able to resist the local trollop when training camp rolled around again. This August, I was coming along, whether he liked it or not.
He made it clear that he did not want me there but he wasn’t going to try and stop me. I packed some books, some great walking shoes, all my devices, and an excessive amount of clothing. I even packed my dildo. I was sure he’d be too tired after practice to tend to my needs so I was prepared to handle them myself.
Because of my involvement with recruiting, I knew all of the players by name and had welcomed them all over for dinner at some point. I was quite fond of most of them and the feeling was mutual. I was happy and relieved that I’d be surrounded by so many friendly faces.
There were a handful that I knew better than others. Most of the guys were pretty attractive.
I kept to myself the first couple of days. I read, slept, and ate. I was bored as hell. On the third day, I decided some exercise was in order. I threw on some short shorts and a cute little tank top and jogged around the practice field. My jiggling tits and booty were quite the distraction.
My husband hated it but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t chastise his players for checking out his hot wife and he knew there was no reasoning with me.
The camp was brutal. They started at sun up and finished at sundown. The rest of the time was theirs to do as they pleased as long as it didn’t interfere with their training. In contrast, my husband and his assistants remained busy. There was always something for them to discuss or plan.
Some of the players were venturing into town for some fun. They invited me along and I gladly accepted. Being around them always turned back the hands of time for me. They were wild and crazy and I easily felt comfortable letting my hair down with them.
They were also quite flirtatious. I was still a hot number and they had no reservations about letting me know it.
A surprising number of players had come on to me throughout the years. I was always tempted but never yielded. I knew that once I opened that door, I wouldn’t be able to close it. Fucking them did not seem worth the risk.
That changed when I learned of my husband’s affair. For the first time in my marriage, I seriously considered giving in to those desires.
After the outing, I returned to our room to find my husband dead asleep. He didn’t even roll over to say goodnight, let alone to ask me how my evening had been. I was too wired up to join him so I decided to take a stroll through the lighted areas around the property.
The air was warm and fresh, nothing like the city air to which I was accustomed. There was a picnic table right by a small pond. I sat down on one of the benches to enjoy the breeze and admire the sparkling stars. My enjoyment was interrupted by the sound of someone or something creeping towards me.
I feared that it was some sort of animal that I’d have to fight off or run from.
Luckily, it was a human animal, Cyrus. He was a real sweetie pie. He was a junior and starting player. He came from a great family.
They were religiously conservative and successfully passed those beliefs on to him.
They were adamant that he behave and perform in a way that best represented his family values. There was a tremendous amount of weight on his shoulders and he always seemed stressed.
“Hey, Ms. Hadley. Is that you?” he asked as he stepped out of the darkness.
“Well hello, Cyrus. Yes, it’s me, Hadley, not Ms. Hadley. What are you doing out?”
“I saw that you walking alone. I just wanted to make sure you were OK.”
“I’m fine. You seem like you have something on your mind. Do you need a listening ear?”
“Honestly, yes. I do.” I patted the bench beside me and he sat down. He did have a lot on his mind and he let it all out with the help of my consoling and comforting. His problems weren’t terribly serious.
They were pretty much the same thing that most folks go through his age, the uncertainty of the future combined with everyone else’s extreme expectations.
By the time we were done talking, Cyrus was laughing at himself. He was especially amused at what he called his most immediate problem, a bunch of pent-up energy. It took me a few minutes to drag out the specifics, but he confessed that he was a virgin who jerked off every night. The guys were four to a room which meant he had no time or privacy to relieve himself.