A few days pass

You were sitting at your desk in your room when Katie started to open up a few of the closets in your bedroom. At first you assumed she was looking for something routine but then you noticed she was going through all the oldest boxes that neither of you had touched in ages. “Did you lose something?” You asked her, and she seemed to hesitate in answering. “Um. Well, I was talking to Coach Dan the other day and he asked me how much stuff I still had from our old volleyball team. You know, pictures, mementos… my old uniform… that type of thing.” She said, avoiding looking right at you. You smiled. “Aww, is he getting nostalgic about the good old days?” You asked, and she fidgeted a little. “…something like that.” She answered vaguely. “Oh okay, I could help you look if you want!” You offered, and she gave you an uncertain look. “Okay, sure…” she said, and so you helped her search.

Eventually you were the one to find the old box of her volleyball keepsakes. It had some trophies, some pictures, and her carefully folded team uniform. “Oh wow…” she said, holding up the jersey, and the tight matching shorts. “Do you think they’d still fit me?” She asked, biting her lip uncertainly. “I don’t know- maybe. Did you grow a lot after high school?” You asked her, and she thought about it. “Probably a little. I’ll give it a shot.” She said, stepping into the bathroom.

She stepped out a minute later, and you couldn’t help but stare. She’d managed to fit into the clothes, but it was a tight squeeze. The fabric tight around her chest, but even more so around her ass. “What do you think?” She asked you with a shy smile. “You look great!” You told her, and her smile widened. “Thanks honey.” She said, but she seemed distracted. She walked over to your bedroom’s biggest mirror and started to pose a little in front of it. Seeing how she looked for herself. Then she held up her phone and snapped a few pictures. A few simply showing her in her outfit, but you saw her take a few while she was turned to the side or away. Showing off her peachy ass in her tight volleyball shorts. You weren’t sure it was a good idea to post these, if that’s what she had in mind. “Are you going to post those on instagram or something?” You asked innocently, and she turned to look at you looking a little guilty. “Oh- no! These are just for me… I was just curious if they’d still fit…” she said, but nonetheless you saw her typing and tapping on her phone. Then she seemed to watch her phone expectantly, almost anxiously for a little while as she hung out in the bedroom with you.

You heard her phone buzz and she quickly grabbed it and read something. The color rose in her face and she grinned at the phone before typing something again. She seemed to be in a great mood all of a sudden. “So, honey- I was just texting one of my girlfriends and she wanted me to walk over her place after dinner. Do you mind? It’s Sarah so you know she’s not too far.” Katie told you. “Oh sure, you guys just gonna hang out at her place, or what?” You asked, and she nodded. “Yeah I’m just gonna catch up with her a little. No big deal.” She said quickly, as she stripped off her volleyball clothes. Seeing her take off her clothes turned her on, but she didn’t even seem to notice you or your attention. It seemed like she was thinking about something else. You saw her put the volleyball uniform aside, rather than putting it away. After dinner, she grabbed a bag and went upstairs before she came back down. “Okay I’m heading to Sarah’s, see you later tonight baby!” She said, kissing your cheek as she headed out. You went up to your bedroom to mess around on your computer, but you noticed her volleyball clothes were gone from where she’d set them aside.

Katie hurried down the sidewalk, an excited spring in her step. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what had happened a few days ago. When Dan had kissed her. When Dan had used her. She knocked on his door and he opened it with a dirty grin. “Did you bring it?” He asked her, and she blushed and nodded. “Yes sir.” She said, and she reached into her bag and pulled out her volleyball jersey. “I can’t believe you asked for this. You’re so naughty.” She said, playfully hitting his chest. “I want to see it in person. Let’s head up to the bedroom. Now.” He told her, ordering her around. She quickly nodded. “Of course… daddy.” She said, and as she stepped through the doorway past him, he gave her ass a sudden slap. She gasped and gave him an indignant look, mouth open, before she giggled. “At least let me put it on first.” She told him. Your wife not even truly protesting as her fat old coach slapped her ass.