His hands kept slipping lower during my private swimming lesson. The chlorine smell hits different when you're nervous. Like it gets sharper, more chemical, and I remember standing at the edge of the lane during my third private lesson and thinking I should not be this aware of where his hands are. He was my swim coach. Not like a school coach, more of a private instructor (my parents wanted me to improve my freestyle before college scholarships came around). He was in his early thirties, broad chest, tan from being poolside all day, and he had these hands. Big, square, calloused from years of gripping pool edges and lane ropes. I noticed them on day one when he adjusted my goggles and his thumb grazed my temple. It started innocent. He'd put his hand on my lower back to correct my posture. Palm flat against my spine, fingers spread wide. Then during kick drills he'd hold my hips to keep them level and his thumbs would press into those little dips right above my waistband. And look, I know what coaching looks like (I've had coaches my whole life), but coaching doesn't usually make your stomach drop like that.

When she leaned over the grill to grab something and her tits basically fell out of her top I watched him shift in his seat and I could see the outline of his cock pressing against his swim trunks. He was HARD. From looking at my sister. And I almost came from watching it happen. I waited until we were alone in my room that night. Door locked. I sat on the bed and just looked at him and said "so you think my sister's hot." His face went white lmaoo. He started doing the whole "what? no, babe, I wasn't—" thing and I cut him off and said "I saw you get hard watching her. I'm not mad. Tell me the truth and I promise nothing bad happens." He stared at me for like ten seconds. Then he sat next to me and said "...yeah. she's really hot. I'm sorry." "What about her?" He looked at me like it was a trap (it wasn't). "Her... tits. They're like... really big and they were right there and I couldn't help it." My pussy was throbbing so hard listening to him say this. I asked him if he ever thought about her when we fucked and he got quiet and I could tell that meant yes so I said "tell me" and he said "sometimes I think about what her tits would look like bouncing."

I opened the door to the room we were sleeping in and got about 3 steps out the door before I realized, “that’s not the dogs.” Our friends were really going at it in their bedroom. I tiptoed closer to their door and it was obvious, he was giving it to her good. Not chancing getting caught, I turned around and went back to our room and climbed back under the sheets. I could still hear them, and it was getting louder. I began touching myself. Rubbing my breasts over my shirt and sliding my hand down my panties to tease my pussy. I let out a couple of squeals that woke my husband. Was it on purpose? Maybe. “What are you doin’ babe?” He asked. “Shhhh. Listen” I said. You could hear our friends clearly enjoying their night. “Oh my God! He’s really getting it in! Are you…. turned on? Is that what’s going on?” I withdrew my hand from my panties and put my fingers in his mouth. He licked them clean and put his hand on the back of my head, drawing me in for a deep tongued kiss. “God damnit you’re delicious.” he sighed. Scurrying under the sheets like a little prairie dog, he grabs the waistline of my panties and jerks them down to my ankles before slipping them all the way off. “I won’t be out done” he says. He flings the sheets down to the end of the bed, throws my legs open and immediately buries his face between them. My t-shirt still on, I work it up over my breasts.