It struck me funny how things led to our four young men cooling their heels in Natalie’s living room just a couple of hours after they had graduated high school, unhappy about being home with family instead of off partying hard with their classmates. Not a one of them suspected that this all really began nine years ago when they joined the local eight-nine year olds soccer league and turned us into soccer moms.
James and I had just moved to Somerset, a nice, quiet suburb of a larger city where James worked. Natalie and I had already become friends, being next door to each other and getting acquainted over the summer before John started the fourth grade. He had instantly become best friends with Natalie’s son, Karl. Our husbands also began hanging out together, James recognizing in Steve a kindred sports and barbequing enthusiast.
By the time, Karl and John enrolled in the local youth soccer league, we adults had become quite the foursome. James and I were already heavily flirting with Natalie and Steve and were just waiting for the right moment to suggest a little foursome fun in the bedroom. James and I have always been swingers, having first met at a little orgy at his fraternity back in our college days.
By the time we “officially” proposed the idea of having a sexual foursome, Natalie and I had already spent a little time having some girl-girl fun. Turns out she was as big a slut as I was and bisexual since her teenage years.
At the soccer games, she and I became close to another soccer mom, Donna and after a few tentative flirts, she began joining Natalie and I in some late morning lesbian games. It didn’t take much to convince her husband Robert to join the foursome and his long dick was a welcome addition at our husband and wife affairs. Their son, Robbie was also a classmate of John and Karl’s and so everything seemed to work together nicely.
Other couples over the years have come and gone from the Somerset Slutty Soccer Moms’ Association, but we three core couples have stuck together. Three years ago, we added a solid fourth member to our little get-togethers, Heather, an Iraqi war widow. Her son Dale seemed to fit right in with our sons and the four of them are inseparable.
Once or twice a month, we couples would gather together at one house and we would just lose ourselves in a night of hard, nasty, no holds barred sex. Sometimes, there would be more couples, but there would always be the seven of us (or eight if Heather brought a date). Our sons would be at one of the other homes, under the supervision of a babysitter. We gals would gather together more often, sometimes just a couple of us, but many mornings, the four of us would be licking pussy and bringing out the sex toys while other women would be watching game shows or soap operas.