Drama at the Ballpark

My husband serves on the board of directors of the local Little League. He had just come home from an emergency meeting. It turns out that they had to dismiss the President of the league after he was caught having sex in the supply room of the concession stand with a mother of one of the players. My blood ran cold as my heart practically stopped beating. Fortunately, my husband was too caught up in the board’s issues to notice my personal reaction. What shook me to my core was that it very well could have been me that had been caught in that supply room. The President of the league, Mark, was, single, charming, intelligent, had a great sense of humor, a body to die for and was wonderful with the kids. He flirted with all the women, and we all actively sought his attention. I was no exception to either his flirtations or having an intense desire for his attention.

Since my husband was on the board and also a coach, I spent a lot of time at the ballpark and around Mark. My infatuation with him began after an incident when I was sorting supplies in the equipment room. Mark came in and we were alone. He had been out mowing the fields and was covered in sweat. He asked if it was ok to change clothes as he was running late for a coaches meeting. I assumed that he was just going to change his shirt and said it was fine. What I didn’t expect was that he stripped completely naked. I got a full-frontal view of him. He was built and was packing something larger than I had ever seen before. The image burned in my mind and quickly consumed me. I am pretty sure that he knew what he was doing and that I had noticed. I think he had to ask me to close my mouth after gawking at him and his, well you know. He could have easily gone to the bathroom and changed but I believe that he intentionally chose to give me the visual instead. He was proud of his body.

Rumors were going around that Mark was having a relationship with a few of the mothers. The next time Mark and I were alone and able to talk, I asked him if it was true. To my surprise, he was quite unabashed and without directly confessing, Mark said that there was nothing romantic about his personal relationships and that they were purely physical. He was not looking for a steady relationship and the women that he was involved with understood and accepted that. He said that married women made better lovers because they were less likely to get emotionally involved and had every incentive to keep any activity discrete.

One would think that a man who is only interested in a woman for sex would be insulting. But the thought of a purely physical relationship with an attractive man has a certain appeal especially to a married woman. I tried to fight it, but between the visual of his body and the knowledge that he was willing to have a relationship without any emotional attachments, my attraction for Mark was quickly overwhelming any resistance I had. Because of our frequent interactions, I think it was inevitable that we would connect physically. What surprised me was the suddenness that it went from thinking about it to actually doing it.

It was only a few days later and I was working on restocking the concession stand during one of the games. There were five or so parent volunteers working so I went to the storage room and gathered supplies on a cart to restock. Mark came in. My heart raced. I jokingly asked him if he was going to change clothes again. He said no but asked if I had enjoyed the show. I blushed. Then he said that it was my turn and, motioning with his hand toward my crotch, asked me to show him mine. There was a brief pause and he prodded, ‘go ahead’. I don’t know why, but I pulled my shorts and panties to the side and showed him my pussy. He just smiled. He knew that I had surrendered to my desires. Mark walked over and kissed me passionately. I didn’t resist. Soon his fingers were inside me. We were standing up, my right foot on a box of drink syrup, his right hand under my shirt grasping my breast. My right hand was around him and holding onto his shoulder. My left hand held my shorts to the side allowing him to access to all of me. He unzipped his shorts and without any more foreplay, we fucked. We didn’t even take our clothes off as What is seared into my mind was staring into each other’s eyes as we fucked. It was so raw and animalistic. With two days of solid anticipation of our coupling, I quickly had a very intense orgasm.

It was a good thing that we had not taken off our clothes as the door to the supply room opened. Lucky for us, the man who was entering the room was talking with someone in the concession stand behind him and didn’t walk in right away. Mark and I immediately separated. My shorts fell back into place and Mark quickly zipped his fly. Somehow, we escaped being discovered in the act. Although we had just had intercourse and I had orgasmed, Mark hadn’t. I felt bad about that, and it only made me want him more. I wanted him to finish inside me. I thought that would only be fair. That wouldn’t happen until the next day.

Mark and I connected often over the next two weeks. On a typical day, my husband would either be coaching or umpiring a game. Our son, who would be with us, would either be playing baseball or hanging out with his friends. Meanwhile Mark and I would find a brief moment to fuck each other with my husband, son and dozens of people we knew, no more than a few hundred feet away. Mark and I worked out a routine where we would meet in the maintenance room. It had two doors. I would enter through the pedestrian door, and he would enter through the outside double doors. Both locked. There were a set of shelves that we could go behind where I could at least we could both remove shorts without worrying about being walked in on or if we were, we were not in sight of the doors. The maintenance room wasn’t the most organized or cleanest space, so I would just bend over and let him take me from behind. After the first time we never kissed again. It was impersonal, just the way it was supposed to be, almost transactional as he had intended. But having sex with Mark was very intoxicating and my body craved it.

With Mark’s dismissal, I knew that our relationship had ended as suddenly as it started. After getting over the initial shock, I was both relieved and disappointed. Later my husband mentioned that the board had also heard rumors that Mark had been sleeping with a few of the mothers and they were going to interview two of them. He said that he was so happy that I was not one of them and would never have done such a thing. Ugh.

It’s been two years now and my indiscretion was never exposed.

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