Chapter 4

The following days Davis visited Lisa's house several times, each visit more exciting than the last. They had sex all over the house.

In the kitchen, bent over the granite countertop while a pot of pasta boiled unattended. In the living room, on the very couch where Mark sometimes fell asleep watching TV. They left no corner untouched: the cushions, the floor, and even the pressed against the bookshelf that housed the hidden AI camera. Mark watched every second from his office.

Lisa felt free. Relaxed. Alive in a way she hadn't felt in years.

She told herself she was doing the right thing. She reminded herself of the goal: Jake's recommendation. His future.

“This is what it takes,” she thought. "Other mothers aren't willing to go this far. That's why Jake will get the spot.”

Davis, for his part, asked no questions. He was manipulated by Mark, thinking Lisa really wanted him, as simple as that. He never mentioned Mark. Never asked about the future. He simply took what she offered, not knowing what she expected in return.

Ten days passed; Mark knew the clock was ticking. The four-week deadline for the recommendation was approaching fast, and he wanted to make sure Jake’s future was promised and to see more of his wife. He wanted to know just how far she would go.

It was time to push her further.

As he had done twice before, Mark offered to pick up Jake from basketball practice.

"I'll come early," he told Lisa that morning, kissing her cheek. "I'll sneak in and listen to what Davis and Leo are saying." The plan was already sketched in his mind.

Lisa nodded, her eyes bright with anticipation.

That evening, Mark returned home alone. Jake had gone straight to his room to do homework. Mark walked into the living room where Lisa was waiting anxiously on the couch, her hands folded in her lap.

"Well?" she asked, her voice tight. "What did you hear?"

Mark sat down across from her, his expression serious. He let the silence stretch for a moment before speaking.

"I have good news," he said slowly, "and some bad news."

Lisa leaned forward. "Tell me."

Mark rubbed the back of his neck, playing the role of the worried husband perfectly. "The good news is that Davis said he's having second thoughts about Liam. He thinks Jake might be a better fit for the recommendation after all."

Lisa's face lit up with relief. "That's wonderful"

"But," Mark interrupted, raising a hand, "there's bad news. Leo is pushing hard for Jason. Really hard. And I got the feeling that Davis finds it difficult to resist Leo's pressure."

Lisa's smile faded. "What do you mean?"

Mark sighed and leaned back, crossing his arms. "I heard from another parent that Leo has a lot of influence over Davis. Davis makes the final call, but Leo's opinion carries serious weight.

Lisa's hands trembled. After everything she had done, everything she had given Davis, the thought of losing was unbearable.

Mark continued , leaning forward, lowering his voice. "Davis mentioned that they had divided up the parent visits between them. Davis took some families. Leo took others."

"Apparently, it's a system they use to manage their time. Each coach meets with a few sets of parents to discuss their kids' progress and see if it can affect their recommendation process. Davis already had his meeting with us. But Leo..." He paused, letting the weight settle. "Leo hasn't met us yet."

“I heard Davis say something interesting. He told Leo, 'Jake's parents are very nice people. You should meet them. Maybe it will change your mind about Jason.'"

Lisa's breath caught. "Change his mind about Jason?"

Lisa closed her eyes. She thought about the past ten days, the meetings with Davis, the things she had done, and the way her body had responded. She had told herself it was all for Jake. And now Mark was telling her that one more man stood in the way.

Mark turned and walked toward the stairs; Lisa stood alone in the living room, her heart pounding.

“One more,” she thought. “Just one more, and Jake's future is secured.”

She didn't see the cold gleam in Mark's eyes as he walked away

Upstairs, Mark sat on the edge of the bed and opened his phone. He pulled up the hidden camera feeds to check on Lisa. Then he smiled. “Let's see how far you'll go with Leo," he thought.

Mark knew that Leo stayed late after practice to lock up the gym. Davis always left first. That gave Mark a narrow window to catch Leo alone.

The next evening, Mark parked around the corner and watched. Davis left at 7:15 PM. Mark waited ten minutes, then walked inside.

The gym was nearly dark. A single light glowed in the back office. Leo sat at his desk, organizing equipment logs.

Mark knocked softly on the doorframe.

Leo was surprised and looked up. "Mr. Harris, how can I help you? Is Jake okay?"

Mark sat down across from him, rubbing the back of his neck like a nervous parent. "Jake's great. Really. He loves the team. Loves your coaching. That's actually why I'm here."

Leo tilted his head, curious. "Ok."

Mark leaned forward, lowering his voice. "This is a little awkward, but... my wife, Lisa, she's been wanting to talk to you. Privately. Just you."

Leo frowned. "About what? Is there's an issue with Davis"

"No, no," Mark interrupted quickly, raising his hands. "Nothing like that. Davis is fine. It's just... Lisa feels that Davis can be a little intimidating. She has questions about Jake's progress, small things, and concerns about his drills and his positioning, but she's afraid to bring them up in front of Davis. She doesn't want to offend him or seem like she's questioning his methods."

Leo's expression softened. "I see."

Mark continued, his tone grateful. "But she's mentioned to me several times that you seem nicer. More approachable. A better listener. She said you have a way of explaining things that makes parents feel heard. She really appreciates that about you."

Leo sat back, a small, pleased smile tugging at his lips.

Mark shrugged modestly. "I'm hoping you could possibly meet with Lisa tomorrow morning. Just for half an hour.

Think of it as a kind of parent meeting where you'll explain the training plans for the kids and how things work. I trust your judgment completely. I know that once you tell her about your training plans, she will feel better.

Women sometimes feel more protective and need to be reassured. She just needs to feel relaxed and heard."

Leo nodded slowly, understanding. "That makes sense. What time?"

"Lisa is free in the mornings after 9 AM," he said casually. "I suggest you text her and let her know that you want to have a parent meeting in the morning. Then you can find out when she's free. Just the two of you, I'll be at work."

He paused and looked directly at Leo, then gave a slow, knowing wink as if implying something unspoken.

Leo's eyebrows rose slightly; his expression shifted from professional curiosity to something more personal, more interested.

Mark continued, "Lisa is very welcoming. She's open-minded; you can feel free with her. Don't be shy. She likes you."

Leo was quiet for a long moment, thinking about what Mark had said. He looked Mark straight in the eyes, trying to figure out if he really understood what Mark was implying. "Ok, I think I get you," Leo said, a small smile forming. "I'll text her."

Mark stood up and extended his hand. “But keep this between us. Lisa should not know I asked you to contact her."

Leo shook his hand. "Ok, no problem."

Mark turned to leave the room, then paused at the door. "When you come over, just be yourself. Relax. Like I said, she's very welcoming. Do whatever you need to help her relax."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, heavy with unspoken meaning, then walked out of the gym, knowing that Leo had fully understood his intentions without him having to say them explicitly.

After Mark left the gym, Leo sat alone in the office for a long moment, replaying the conversation in his head. Mark's words echoed in his mind: She's very welcoming. Do whatever you need to help her relax.

Leo didn't need a map to understand where that road led.

He pulled out his phone and opened the message thread with Lisa. His thumbs hovered for a moment, then he typed:

Hi Lisa, this is Leo, assistant coach. I reach out about a parent meeting just to go over training routines and plans for Jake. I was wondering if you're available tomorrow at 10:30 AM? I can come by the house. Let me know

Across town, Lisa was folding laundry in the bedroom when her phone buzzed. She picked it up and read the message.

Her heart skipped.

She read the message again, slowly, letting each word sink in. Parent meeting. Training routines and plans. Come by the house.

Lisa set the phone down on the bed and stared at the wall.

She fully understood what this meant. Mark had already prepared her, Leo was the obstacle, the one pushing for Jason. If she wanted him to change his mind, she would have to do for Leo what she had done for Davis. Maybe more.

This is what it takes, she told herself, the same mantra she had repeated the last few days. Jake's future. His recommendation. His chance.

She picked up her phone and typed a reply

Tomorrow at 10:30 AM works perfectly. Looking forward to meeting with you, Leo.

She added a small smiley emoji, friendly, warm, and inviting, then hit send.

Almost immediately, the three dots appeared, then Leo's reply

Great. See you then.

The next morning, Mark left for work together with Jake at 8:00 AM, kissing Lisa on the cheek.

At 9:30 AM, Mark sat in his office, laptop open. The camera in the living room showed Lisa preparing cookies on a plate and then going to their bedroom to get ready for Leo.

Lisa stood in the bedroom in front of the mirror, trying to decide what outfit to wear. She knew she needed to seduce Leo, and her mind raced through the possibilities. Something too obvious might scare him off. Something too modest might not send the right message. She needed an outfit that would make things easier

She held up a short black dress, then a casual blouse and jeans, then a flowing skirt. Nothing felt right.

And then an idea came to her.

She put on the black lace thong, the one that left little to the imagination, and headed to the shower.

At his office Mark leaned back and smiled. ”Let’s see what she is wearing for Leo."

At exactly 10:30 AM, the doorbell rang.

Lisa deliberately waited for several seconds, letting the sound hang in the air. Then she called out, "Just a minute!" Her voice sounded hurried, breathless.

She took a deep breath, checked her reflection one last time in the hallway mirror, and opened the door.

Leo stood on the porch, a small notebook in his hand. His eyes immediately took her in.

Lisa wore a short white shower robe, soft and simple. Her hair was wet, clinging to her shoulders and the back of her neck, as if she had just stepped out of the shower. Droplets of water still glistened on her neck.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, smiling apologetically. "I just got out of the shower. I'll change quickly and join you in just a moment, okay?"

She stepped aside and let him in, gesturing toward the living room. "Please, make yourself comfortable on the couch."

Leo nodded, stepping inside. "Take your time. No rush."

Lisa led him to the living room, then paused at the entrance to the kitchen. "I'll bring out some cookies and lemonade first, then go change."

Leo watched her from behind as she walked away, his eyes drifting down to the sway of her hips beneath the short white robe. He tried to picture what Lisa's ass looked like under the fabric. He remembered all the times Lisa had come to Jake's practices wearing sexy mom jeans, the kind that hugged her curves and made her big round ass look incredibly good. He wasn't ready for what he was seeing, and he surely was not prepared for what was coming next.

Lisa disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Leo alone on the couch. His mind raced with images of her big ass.

In the kitchen, Lisa opened a can of lemonade and poured some into a pitcher. She lifted the pitcher and deliberately tipped it just enough that some of the content spilled across the counter, and most of it dripped onto the floor while Leo was still facing the living room, unaware.

“Perfect,” she thought.

She tied the white robe loosely at her waist, loose enough that it would fall open if she moved too much. Underneath, the black thongs stayed hidden for now, She could feel her nipples getting hard beneath the soft fabric, brushing against the inside of the robe.

“It's show time,” she said to herself. Her heart pounded hard in her chest.

"Oh no," she said, looking down at the floor, "I made such a mess in the kitchen. Lemonade everywhere."

Leo looked at her, concerned. "Do you need help?"

Lisa didn't answer. She knew he would come to help her.

She grabbed a thick stack of paper towels, got down on her knees, and began wiping up the floor.

Leo rose from the couch and came over quickly, kneeling down beside her and reaching for a paper towel. Now they were both on the floor, close together.

Lisa's fast hand movements caused the loose tie at her waist to shift. A big gap opened in the front of the robe, offering Leo a clear glimpse of her deep cleavage.

She didn't look at him. She could feel Leo's gaze dropping into the robe's opening. There wasn't any bra beneath the white fabric, only her black thongs. From his angle, he could see most of her big tits.

The gap opened wider and wider as she continued to wipe the floor, each movement loosening the tie further. Leo stared directly into her opened robe. Her full, busty tits were nearly completely revealed to him.

Then Lisa turned around, shifting to wipe a different area of the floor. She positioned herself with her back side facing Leo.

The short white robe rode up her thighs, revealing her bare skin and the black lace thong beneath. Her full, white ass was presented right in front of Leo's eyes, round, soft, and barely covered by the thin fabric.

His dick became hard. “Fuck,” he thought to himself. “This woman has an amazing ass.”

Lisa gave Leo several long seconds to get a good view of her ass. Her cleaning movements made her white ass cheeks shake in front of him. She knew exactly what he was looking at.

Then she turned around again. The robe was completely open now; the loose tie had given way entirely. Her busty tits hung freely in front of Leo. His eyes locked onto her busty tits, unable to look away.

Lisa looked up at him with innocent eyes, as if she had no idea the robe had fallen open.

"You're so kind," she said softly, her voice warm and grateful. "Thank you for helping me."

She didn't move to close the robe. She didn't cover herself. She just stayed there on her knees, her tits fully exposed, looking at him with an expression of pure, sweet gratitude.

Leo swallowed hard. His mouth was dry.

"You're... welcome," he managed, his voice rough.

Lisa looked him in the eyes and then quickly glanced down at her own open robe, as if she had just accidentally noticed it for the first time. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of feigned surprise crossing her face. She let the moment stretch just long enough for Leo to realize she had caught him staring at her fully exposed tits.

Leo's face flushed. He was embarrassed, caught red-handed. He immediately lowered his gaze to the floor, unable to meet her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled, his voice thick with shame. "I didn't mean to,I wasn't trying to"

Lisa didn't let him finish.

"Shh!," she said softly, pressing her finger gently against his lips. "It's okay."

She still made no move to close the robe. Her voice was gentle, as if letting Leo know, without saying it directly, that she didn't mind. That maybe she had even wanted it to happen.

Leo's eyes flickered up to her face, then down again, unsure where to look.

Lisa rose up, lifting her hands from the floor. But she remained on her knees, now sitting back slightly on her heels. The robe hung completely open, framing her body. She was kneeling in front of him with her white, busty tits fully exposed; Leo could see she was aroused by the looks of her pink, hard nipples.

She gave him a long, steady look. Not shy. Not embarrassed. Just watching him, waiting.

Leo rose too, shifting to his knees so they were face-to-face. Their eyes locked.

Lisa didn't speak. She didn't need to. The message was clear in her action, in the way she held herself open and unashamed.

Leo's hand twitched at his side, wanting to reach out but still holding back.

"You're not... closing it,?" he asked

Lisa shook her head slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"No," she whispered back. "I'm not."

Leo swallowed hard. His hand lifted, trembling slightly, and hovered in the space between them.

Lisa's eyes dropped to his hand, then back to his face. She gave a tiny nod, barely visible, but unmistakable.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "Touch them."

In that second, Leo recalled Mark's conversation with him: Lisa is very welcoming. She's open-minded. You can feel free with her. Don't be shy. She likes you.

The words echoed in his mind like a key turning in a lock. Permission granted. A green light.

Leo reached out his hand and cupped both of her white tits, feeling her soft tits fill his palms. They were warm, heavy, and perfectly shaped. His fingers squeezed gently, testing their weight.

Lisa's head pulled back in enjoyment, her wet hair brushing against her shoulders. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Leo leaned forward and began to suck on her hard pink nipples, first one, then the other. His tongue circled each sensitive peak while Lisa's breathing grew heavier. Her hands came up to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

But all the while, Leo's mind was elsewhere. He kept thinking about Lisa's big, round ass, the way it had looked when she bent over in the short white robe, the black lace thong barely covering her fully exposed cheeks. He was excited, knowing that soon he would have the chance to taste it, to bury his face in that soft flesh.

He licked and sucked her tits for several more minutes, his mouth working hungrily. Then his hand slid down her body, past her stomach, until it reached the edge of her black lace panties. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric.

Lisa was totally wet. Her warmth soaked through his fingertips as he rubbed her gently, then more firmly.

She let out a soft moan, her head falling forward against his shoulder.

"Leo," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

He continued rubbing her through the wet fabric, feeling her hips begin to rock gently against his hand. Her moans grew louder, filling the quiet kitchen.

In his office, Mark watched the live feed, but he could only hear the sounds coming from the kitchen; the hidden camera was directed at the living room. He regretted not installing an additional camera in the kitchen.

“She's really doing it," he thought, his jaw tight. I have to see it.

Back in the kitchen Leo rose from the floor and extended a hand to Lisa, helping her up. Then, quickly and powerfully, he lifted her in his arms.

Leo was a big, strong guy with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and the kind of strength that came from years of coaching and working out. Lisa felt weightless in his grip as he started walking toward the stairs.

"Which way?" he asked, his voice low.

Lisa pointed toward the master bedroom, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.

She guided him into her bedroom, the same room where she slept beside Mark every night. As they entered, Leo deliberately rolled her onto the bed, letting her land face down. He wanted a good view of her big, white ass, and now he had it, her black thongs stretched across her round cheeks, her legs slightly parted, her body completely **** beneath him.

The live feed from the bedroom streamed back directly into Mark's laptop. The image of his wife lying face down on the bed while Leo prepared to eat her ass was crystal clear. It was just a matter of seconds now, he thought.

Mark was highly aroused. His dick became hard, straining against his pants. He glanced at his office door, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

“Now the real action starts,” he thought, his eyes glued to the screen.

Leo didn't wait. He quickly knelt on the floor behind her and shoved his face into Lisa's ass. The view of her big, round cheeks excited him so much that he began to lick her almost instantly, no hesitation, no gentle buildup.

Lisa moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets.

The feeling of Leo licking her ass was different than with Davis. Leo was much more excited, much more determined. His tongue was hard and relentless, and he didn't think twice about what he was doing. He had already received a green light from Mark and Lisa to feel free, so he licked her pussy and her anus with equal enthusiasm, as if he had an ass fetish.

And indeed, he did.

Leo had always been drawn to women's asses; the rounder and bigger, the better. Lisa's white, full cheeks were exactly the kind he dreamed about. He buried his face between them, his tongue exploring every inch of her most private places, not caring about boundaries or shame.

Lisa's moans grew louder and more ****. She had never been eaten like this before, so hungrily, so worshipfully. Her body trembled beneath him.

"Yes," she whispered into the pillow. "Don't stop."

In his office, Mark watched everything. The high-definition camera captured every detail: Leo's face buried inside his wife’s ass excited him as he began stroking his dick.

Leo removed his pants and climbed onto the bed. Lisa lifted her head, watching him, her body trembling with anticipation.

Leo looked down at her and gave a simple command. "Sit on my face. I want to eat your ass."

Lisa hesitated for a moment. She had never done such a position before, never been asked, and never even imagined it. But Leo didn't give her a chance to think. He reached out, grabbed her hips, and pulled her onto him into a 69 position, her body turning instinctively as he guided her.

His face pressed against her from below. He continued eating her pussy while spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands, his tongue exploring places no one had touched before.

Lisa's moans became louder and louder, echoing off the bedroom walls. Her body trembled above him, every nerve ending on fire.

Leo's dick was right in front of her face. She saw it for the first time, longer than Davis's, though it was less thick. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling its heat, its weight. Then she leaned forward and began sucking it with growing excitement.

She had to stop every several seconds. Leo's suction was so intense, so relentless, that it made her lose control. Her hips bucked. Her thighs trembled. Each time she tried to focus on him, he pulled her back under with another wave of pleasure.

Then Leo spanked her white ass. The sharp crack of his palm against her soft flesh made her pussy tremble. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She gasped, then moaned deeply, pressing her ass back toward him for more.

He spanked her again. And again. Each slap sent ripples through her body, pushing her closer to the edge.

But Leo wanted more. He pushed his finger into Lisa's anus to get it ready for what was coming next.

She was completely relaxed, and his finger slid easily into her wet ass. At first, it was just one finger, then another. "She is almost ready," he thought.

In his office, Mark watched the live feed from the bedroom camera, Lisa's sweaty skin, and the way she arched her back with each spank.

He watched as Lisa's moans grew louder, more ****. He watched as Leo's hands gripped her hips, controlling her movements.

Leo lifted Lisa and positioned himself behind her. She spread her legs instinctively, knowing what came next. His long, black dick was fully erect and ready.

He pushed himself inside her all the way in, in a single thrust. Lisa let out a loud, startled moan and gasped, "Too deep... too deep..."

Leo pulled back two inches and continued to fuck her, establishing a steady rhythm. From time to time, he pushed a little deeper, watching as Lisa's hand pressed against his thigh to stop him, feeling his length reach deep into her womb. He did it deliberately, knowing that eventually she would prefer his dick in her ass rather than feeling it stretching into her womb.

After several minutes of hard pounding and once he saw that Lisa could not take it much longer, Leo pulled his dick out of her pussy.

Lisa felt immediate relief. But then she felt his dick rubbing against her anus, and she knew. He was going to fuck her ass.

Leo slowly pushed his long dick into her ass, inch by inch, making sure she was wet enough to take it all. Lisa was completely relaxed now, her body yielding to him. His dick slid freely into her ass, allowing him to push all the way inside. This time, she did not stop him or push him back. She preferred this to the intense, overwhelming feeling in her pussy just as Leo had planned.

He began to rub Lisa's pussy with his fingers while continuing to fuck her ass. Lisa felt amazing, waves of pleasure washing over her from both ends. She guided his hand to her clit, moaning loudly as he followed her lead.

Then Leo stopped, letting her rub her own clit while he continued to anal fuck her harder and harder. Her finger movements synchronized with his fucking rhythm.

Lisa began to breathe heavily, her body tensing. She was reaching climax.

"Yes... yes... oh God," she moaned as she came hard. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her legs shaking violently beneath her. She was having an anal orgasm for the first time in her life.

Leo was also about to cum. He increased his rhythm, fucking Lisa harder and faster, chasing his own release.

In his office, Mark zoomed in on Lisa's ass.

On his laptop screen, a crystal-clear view of Leo's long, black dick entering his wife's ass. His eyes were locked on the screen.

He was excited with a dark, twisted fascination. He watched what his innocent wife had become. How slutty she had turned. How far she had fallen.

And the darkest part of all, it had all been created by his own plans. Every step. Every manipulation. Every suggestion.

Leo was about to cum. He pulled his dick halfway out of Lisa's anus and shot his heavy load deep into her ass. Lisa felt his warm cum filling her colon as he slowly pulled out his still-erect dick.

Mark zoomed in further. He wanted to see it all. Leo's cum dripping out from his wife's anus, sliding slowly down over her pussy and onto the bed sheets.

Lisa and Leo lay on the bed, exhausted, for several minutes. Neither spoke. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Then Leo reached over and touched her shoulder. "Shower?" he asked.

Lisa nodded weakly. They rose from the bed and walked together to the bathroom, leaving the bedroom empty and marked by what had just happened.

Mark looked at his laptop screen, rewinding the video to watch again, frame by frame, how Leo ate his wife's ass. The way Leo's tongue moved, the way Lisa's body responded, the sounds she made.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to eat a woman's ass. What would it be like to taste her there? To cum inside her anus and watch it dripping out slowly, thick and white against her skin.

His dick grew harder and warmer in his hand. He felt the pressure building deep in his groin, an urgent need to release himself. His breathing quickened. His fingers tightened.

Then, suddenly, his watch beeped.

12:00 PM.

He blinked and pulled back from the screen like a man waking from a dream. Most of the employees were working from home that day, and those who had come to the office were already leaving for lunch. The hallway outside his door was silent; only Sara was there.

Sara…