Synopsis: this is the true story of how the relationship between my wife and our daughter's softball coach grew from being casual acquaintances at a kids' sports league to ending up in a very sexual nature. It contains a scene that will forever be burned into my brain for the sheer eroticism of the moment.

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This story happened quite a few years ago, back when Dawn and I had only two children and virtually no experience playing with other people. We had done a threesome with my nephew Mike back when we were dating (this story is on my Patreon), and Dawn had dallied a little, but that was pretty much it. At the beginning of this story, Dawn was not quite twenty-two years old, and I was twenty-four.

Our oldest child was a girl, and Dawn had decided that she should follow in her mother’s footsteps and play softball. So, we signed the child up for the girls’ equivalent of tee ball at the local recreational league.

While she could swing a bat, in hindsight, our daughter was probably too young to have started sports. She had a poor attention span, so they put her at catcher, where she could sit on the ground and eat dirt while the games went on. I wish that was a joke, but it did indeed happen.

Sports acumen aside, fate had some interesting wrinkles in store for us. You see, our daughter had been placed on Coach Jimmy’s team. Little did we know how that would impact us down the road.

Coach Jimmy was amicably divorced – he split custody with his ex-wife over the daughter he naturally coached. It was frankly one of the healthiest divorces I have ever seen in my life. They both cared about the child, they acted in her legitimate best interests, they worked together to look out for the girl. The two of them seemed to be genuine friends as well; they had decided that even if they didn’t work as a couple, there was no reason for them to act bitter like so many divorced people do. All in all, Jimmy was a legitimately good guy.

Coach Jimmy was also extremely popular with the softball moms. He was kind and gentle with the kids, was always encouraging. He had a quick, easy smile, as well as an earnest manner – whenever he spoke to you, he seemed to genuinely care about what you had to say. It didn’t hurt that Coach Jimmy was six feet three inches tall with broad shoulders, kept himself in good shape, and possessed that salt and pepper hair and square jaw that so many women find so attractive. Jimmy was a good eight to ten years older than me.

Our league had a surprising number of single and divorced mothers; as a result, Coach Jimmy never seemed to lack for women seeking to chat with him before or after practices and games. At first, Dawn and I were naive, thinking that these conversations were just normal polite socializing or mothers taking an interest in their children’s athletics. But as time went by, Dawn became more accepted into the social circle, and women would drop comments that would indicate their interests in the man lay well beyond any concerns around softball coaching.

Nevertheless, that first season came and went with us having little to do with Coach Jimmy beyond his direct involvement as our daughter’s coach. We attended the necessary social functions (i.e. team parties for pizza and ice cream, parades, etc.), and we gained respect for Jimmy as a person mostly related to how he was with the girls. That said, we had no real reason to interact with him away from the ballpark otherwise.

The next year, our daughter was again placed on Coach Jimmy’s team. It was another season of the same – Jimmy being a nice guy at the park, Jimmy being friendly with the moms… or, more accurately, the moms being friendly with Jimmy. For his part, Coach Jimmy was always careful to be proper in public, polite, friendly – but never acted in any sort of untoward manner. He did grow closer with us that year, and he seemed to take an interest in our daughter, who had graduated beyond eating dirt to actually participating in the field.

As the year went on, we discovered that there was definitely more to the parental interactions at the park than simple softball topics - there were friendships and groups that would hang out socially away from the kids. We heard of parties and the like, but the community was fairly tight knit, with almost everyone at the park having gone to the same high school and such – a school that Dawn and I had not attended. As such, we were viewed as outsiders in many situations; we learned about this social undercurrent secondhand, but were never directly involved in it. That second season came and went with us taking a bemused perspective on the grownups that seemed to act like teenagers.

My daughter’s third year of softball found her on another coach’s team. The season wasn’t a fun one at all, and by the end, she had decided that she was done with the sport. We had begun to get really acquainted with the “joys” of ballpark politics, the interparental drama… so in many ways, this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.

But my daughter had begun to show some promise as a player, and we hated for her last memories of the sport to be negative due to the coach and team chemistry. We chatted with Jimmy about it, and he called my daughter on the phone, asked her to reconsider quitting if he would promise to get her on his team the next season. She agreed, so he did just that.

By our fourth season at the park, my wife and I had really learned the ropes of the ballpark intrigue. We were finally accepted by the locals, who started inviting us to every single get together. I will never forget my utter surprise when we attended a combined parent/player party at one of the player residences. While the kids were playing games in the house, most of the grownups went to the barn to laugh, tell jokes, and drink beer. I was absolutely stunned when the first joint made its way around the circle of parents – and at that time, Dawn and I were such innocent prudes that we passed on the weed, despite some awfully high school-esque peer pressure to partake. Later, we heard gossip – from an albeit reliable source – that more than one parent had gone home with someone else’s spouse after that party while a huge sleepover was hosted on premises.

To say that our eyes were opened would be an understatement.

Complete story post on Literotica: Dawn and the Softball Coach