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"Just imagine an eighteen-year-old recruit's parents coming to Reno and discovering who your girlfriend is."

We continued to see each other discreetly. All the casinos had private gaming rooms and private dining rooms. Both were reserved for high rollers. I wasn't, but I was well-known, I was well-known because over the years both my houses had entertained some of those same high rollers. The casinos knew that whatever their customer wanted, Iris could provide.

Six months later, I changed my mind. Denny made me happy. I enjoyed his company out of bed. He was funny, kind, respectful. I saw the way he treated his players and their parents when they came to Reno.

As you know, I enjoyed his company in bed, too. Frankly, I was like a newly-wed who'd just discovered sex. I was like a newly-wed who'd just discovered cock. Of course, you know better. But, that's how I was. As often as Denny could, I insisted he fuck me. As often as I could I sucked his cock.

Denny was good about eating me, too. It was like he just discovered pussy. Well, at least mine.

I never brought up anything about his past. I mean, I was dying to know how he became such a fabulous pussy eater, but I didn't ask.

Denny never asked me about Iris' House or my past. I mean he had to know when I was blowing him that I'd done it before. Hundreds of times, in fact. Hundreds of different cocks.

It was after his first season in Reno that I asked him if he'd like to share my condo. "Iris, what happened to your concerned about how the university community would look upon our relationship?"

"Denny," I put my arms around his neck, "if you're in for the long haul, I'll sell Iris' House. I've had some inquiries in the past."

"You'd do that?"

"Only if you're committed to a serious relationship, but I'm not asking you to marry me. I don't want that."

I sold Iris' House for more money than I could ever spend. Denny insisted that we not live in my condo. "Iris we need to live in our house, not your house." We bought a home not far from the university. I sold my condo for a nice profit.

I became something I never thought I'd be: a den mother.

Not like for boy scouts, but for Denny's players. The boys were teenagers or barely twenty. They were away from home. Many for the first time. I was like their mother. I made it clear that they could talk to me about anything. They didn't know the specifics of my background, but I became a sounding board for girl problems. Don't all boys have girl problems?

I did one thing that flirted with the rules for student-athletes. At home Denny would often fret about a kid he was trying to recruit. "It'd really help the team if we could get this kid."

When the kid came to Reno to visit the campus, I'd arrange for him to have a ‘date.' You know someone to show him around Reno; show him around the campus. Denny didn't have to know, and the kid didn't have to know.

Know what?

His date worked in one of the legal houses. I knew all the managers. "Nancy, I need a nice wholesome Midwestern girl; still a teenager who knows Reno and the university,"

Naturally, his date showed him a great time. More than one girl reported back to me, "Iris, when David came to Reno he was virgin; he wasn't when he went home," she'd giggle.

Or

"Iris, Mikey had never had a blowjob. When he went home to Iowa, I made sure that my lipstick was all over his cock."

Like I said, Denny never knew that I had anything to do with his successful recruiting.

Denny's team had a very successful season his third year in Reno. They went to the Big Tournament. They didn't win it, but I treated them to a night in one of the legal houses. Those boys were like kids in a candy store. They wanted to get fucked or blown. Who didn't?

After the season, Denny need some down time. We went to Maui. I spent a lot of time on my knees. He apologized for not being available much of the season. He was under a lot of stress. He apologized with his tongue.

The bad news is, he got a job offer that he couldn't refuse in somewhere Oklahoma. In the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma. They didn't even have good internet service.

I thought I'd miss him, but here I am in Nowhere, Oklahoma. The good news is that Denny spends a lot of time on his knees thanking me for joining him. I spend a lot of time on my knees making love to my new husband's cock.

THE END

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