Coach's Last Thanksgiving (Game)

Phil felt Melanie poking him awake.

"What time do you have to be at the Grange Hall?" She asked.

"Seven," he mumbled, trying to get his wits in the bedroom dark. "What time is it?"

"Almost five thirty," she said quietly. "Happy Thanksgiving."

"You too," he smiled.

"You okay?" She wanted to know.

"Yeah," he said with calmness.

"Big Day, Coach," she told him, cuddling close to her husband in the comfortable queen sized bed.

"It's going to be a good day," Phil said with confidence.

"You sure you don't want to tell anybody?" Melanie tested.

"I don't want to make it about me today," Phil said. "It's about the team. The game. The rivalry. The day."

"Thanksgiving and Football has been a big part of our lives for a lot of years," Melanie reminded him.

"I know," he smiled nostalgically.

"Remember Senior Year?" his wife teased.

"I would have been benched for breaking curfew if Coach found out," Phil grinned.

"Humm," Melanie said with interest. "I think he had a curfew for the night before, not the morning of!"

"You mean me sneaking over to your house at five in the morning of the big Turkey Day game for some pre-game sex because your parents were gullible enough to take a trip was okay?"

"You guys won, didn't you?" Melanie laughed, kissing him on his stubbles cheek.

"We did," Phil smirked.

"Wanna try it again?" Melanie purred. "For your last game?"

Phil turned his head on the pillow and looked at her with surprise. "Early Thanksgiving Day Morning Sex!?"

"Yes, Coach," she grinned reaching her hand inside his gym shorts. "I have something for you."

"Wow, Melanie, Happy Thanksgiving!"

"I will be more than thankful to have sex with you on the day of your last game," she said with amusement.

Phil could feel her against his skin and he became excited, a relief at his age and at this time of the morning and he was glad to know that there was still lust and desire between them after more than twenty-five years of marriage.

Melanie tugged down his shorts and Phil wasted little time in pulling her pajama bottoms down her legs underneath the covers, rubbing her now bare backside as he pushed her toward him. Melanie planted her lips on his, taking as much of his tongue into her mouth as she could.

Phil groaned in response as they kissed.

"I love you," she whispered.

They were experienced lovers who knew each other's wants, desires, pleasures and satisfactions. Their skin tinged with excitement with the anticipated foreplay, Phil pressing himself against Melanie's thigh as they kissed and eventually his hand moved between her legs and she gasped into his mouth, her sexual energy awakened.

Melanie climaxed from her husband's stimulation as she usually did and she flopped back on the mattress as her clenched body released in relaxation and satisfaction.

"God, Thank you for that!" She mumbled as she recovered her bearings and cleared her head.

"Happy Thanksgiving," Phil said again.

Melanie met her husband's loving gaze. He raised an eyebrow while his hand rubbed her stomach underneath her pajama top.

"Happy Thanksgiving," she smiled before rolling on top of him which was their favorite position and Phil grinned with anticipation.

She adjusted herself and he easily slid inside of her, both of them murmuring with pleasure. Phil rubbed her buns while Melanie quietly rode him and it wasn't long before she reached another satisfying orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, Coach," Melanie laughed happily.

Phil closed his eyes sensing his own release.

Melanie was breathless. "It never gets old," she gasped.

"It's always been you," Phil told her, his hands rubbing her spine and buttocks, both of them groaning with every movement.

"I love you so much," she said, leaning over and kissing him.

When it was over, they lay snuggled and tangled among the tossed sheets and covers.

"I should go," Phil sighed after a few minutes of repose.

"Game Day," Melanie smiled, tracing her finger along his mouth.

"You coming?" He asked hopefully.

"You think I'd miss your last game?" Melanie asked incredulously.

"I know there's a lot to do here."

"You don't think I can multi-task?" Melanie grinned.

"I know you can multi-task," Phil smirked, kissing her on the forehead before rolling over, pulling his shorts back up his legs, and slipping off the bed.

"Good luck out there today, Coach," Melanie said warmly.

"I figure this is somewhere around my 340th game as player, assistant coach and head coach," Phil said as he pulled on his Mt. Griffin Mountaineers coaching sweats.

"And you're going to your last one smelling like sex," Melanie grinned.

"They'll be smelling football," Phil replied. "Go back to sleep. I'll see you later."

"Enjoy your last moment of football glory, sweets."

"I have the feeling it's going to be my best Thanksgiving," Phil predicted.

"Win or lose?" She tested.

"I've already won," Phil smiled.