1 comments/ 9920 views/ 4 favorites The Tennis Match By: FingLou Dear reader, This story is my first submission to Literotica. As many great writers have said before, write what you know. With that in mind, this story is highly autobiographical, although it borrows heavily from both fact and fantasy. While I welcome your comments, inputs, and suggestions for future stories, please treat this with the courtesy that you would like shown to your own realities and fantasies. Mostly though, please enjoy. No part of this story may be reproduced in part or in whole via any medium without the express permission of the author. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cool breeze fluttered across her bare bottom as Veronique rushed to return her husband's serve. She couldn't believe she'd finally let him talk her into this: playing tennis with only a thong under her white, pleated tennis skirt. Granted, the thong was from Lululemon, her favorite designer for yoga, running, and all things athletic. Still, it felt so risqué! Even with no one around the neighborhood park where they were playing and shady trees surrounding the court providing a fair amount of cover, this was far more daring than she normally dressed. At 5'5" and a slim, athletic, 120 lbs with perfectly rounded 32C breasts, Vero drew eyes wherever she went. Working up a healthy glow as she dashed back and forth in her short skirt and tight, red tank top, she was breathtaking. Her husband, Jack, could barely keep his mind on the game as he watched her playing across from him. After almost five years of marriage and a toddler keeping them busy, she still never failed to take his breath away. Their game this afternoon was a special treat for them both; a treat and a commitment to each other to do something fun as a couple from time to time, even it if meant getting a sitter in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. The initial thrill of her daring melted away somewhat as Vero realized that no one but her husband would likely get to see her perfectly rounded booty during their match and she settled in for a tough couple of games. They were well-matched with her athleticism and well-honed talent for the game paired off against Jack's enthusiasm and intensity. She couldn't help thinking that they were well-matched in other ways as she watched him jog to the back fence to retrieve a serve she'd slammed past him. He wasn't a large man at a trim 5'8" and 155 lbs, but he moved with the energy of someone younger than his 30 years. The new Scottish clan tattoo on his back gave him a more rogue-ish vibe than his normally boy-ish looks allow. His new workout routine wasn't hurting anything either as she enjoyed the look of his abs and arms flexing on his shirt-less frame. "Nice serve, doll!" he complimented as he jogged to meet her at the net. "That makes it 3 to 2 games in your favor. Care to make the next set more interesting?" "Not sure how much 'more interesting' you want to make me kicking your butt. I'm winning!" she teased back. To take the sting out of her words, she ran up to give him a quick kiss over the net. "What'd you have in mind?" "Ohhh, nothing too crazy. Maybe the winner gets to pick the movie for tonight, or where we for dinner, or whether we fuck in the car or under the trees later?" "Keep dreaming, stud!" she quipped back, but he could tell he'd gotten her thinking by the glimmer in her eyes. "Either way, baby, it's your serve next. Oops!" He deliberately dropped the ball so as to let it roll away from them both. Knowing exactly what he was doing, but laughingly playing along, Veronique chased the ball and bent down smoothly from her waist to retrieve it. Jack's jaw dropped as she showed off her tan, lean legs and unconcealed ass as her skirt rode up, even revealing the tiny, white thong peeking between her legs as the only thing covering her sweet pussy. "You sure that thing won't slow you down?" Vero asked as she looked back to see the rapidly rising tent in her husband's shorts. While he would never be called a bulky guy, she knew intimately that he was plenty big where it mattered. She smiled as she noticed how flustered he'd become at her little show and wondered how much worse she could make it for him. She loved that she could still so easily get such a "rise" out of him. As she mulled that over and took a few minutes to catch her breath, she couldn't help but notice how nice it felt playing without her customary bloomers underneath her skirt -- more natural somehow. The two thoughts intertwined in her mind as she pondered her next actions. Perhaps it was due to this distraction that she let Jack gain an early advantage in their next game. As they were both competitive people, he did not let up and won that game easily. "Alright." she thought. "Time to call his bluff and finish this butt-kicking!" On Jack's next serve, she deliberately hit the ball too high and watched it sail over the tall fence into the bushes surrounding the court. Perfect. "I'll get it!" Vero called as she jogged easily out the gate heading after the lost ball. "I do so love to watch you go." quipped J as he admired her going by outside the fence. "Just you wait." she told herself. Jack watched as his sexy wife disappeared into the bushes looking for their high-flying tennis ball. "I am a lucky man" he said to himself for perhaps the 100th time that day. Words often failed him at describing her. With her breathtaking body, she was an obvious "keeper" in any man's book. Beyond that though, the intelligence and wit hidden in the sparkle of her sometimes blue, sometimes green or hazel eyes entranced him. Her indefinable blond hair with every shade from golden to auburn just begged for his fingers to be run through it... and grab hold as he fucked her hard from behind, something they both loved. Watching her tight, little body running back and forth across the court from him all afternoon had him hornier than he'd been in months. Not since their cruise months back when she'd surprised (and thrilled) him by wearing a brand-new, itty-bitty Brazilian bikini bottom to the pool deck could he remember being so turned on. As he waited for her to re-emerge from the bushes, he thought back to that day on the cruise ship. She'd changed in the bathroom, so he didn't know what she was wearing under the conservative, complimentary bathrobe that came with their stateroom. He did have an idea that she was planning something special that day based on hints she'd been dropping and her barely concealed excitement. Neither of them had very good poker faces, but they both loved surprising the other. After almost five years of marriage, they'd come to a point where they trusted each other enough to let the other surprise them without digging for details before they were ready. That day, the wait had been well worth it. When they arrived at the pool deck, Jack, like the good Midwestern boy that he was, helped Veronique take her robe off. As he stood behind her and slid the white, terrycloth robe down her trim, tanned arms, he'd watched in amazement as he saw the tiny purple triangle emerge as the only thing covering her perfectly rounded ass. He'd been so excited that day that he'd begged her to let him take pictures of her lounging outside on her stomach, bikini top un-done and the rest of her barely covered. She'd let him take pictures (and video too!) back in their stateroom later as she sucked him hard and then rode him like she had something to prove. Jack snapped back to the present and immediately blushed as he looked down and noticed his clearly visible erection through his gym shorts. Oh, the trials of having such a sexy wife! Speaking of, he realized that while he'd been fantasizing, she'd been gone quite a while. "You need a hand, baby?" he shouted through the fence. "Funny," he thought, "I can't even see her from here." Just as Jack started walking towards the gate to go in search of his wife, he saw her coming back through the bushes. "Don't worry, I got it!" Vero shouted with a mischievous smile on her face as she re-appeared out of the thick shrubs that surrounded the court. Something was different about her Jack thought as he watched her. She had more bounce to her step or something. Wait, not her step, but her bra, or lack thereof! Vero caught him staring at her newly-freed breasts as she started to jog towards the gate and her side of the court, congratulating herself and secretly thrilled with the barely concealed lust her daring had clearly inspired in him. Those perfect C-cups that he so enjoyed caressing were now bouncing freely -- her perky nipples clearly visible through the thin, red tank top she wore. With this latest distraction dominating his mind, Jack found himself hopelessly overmatched. While Vero was clearly inspired by her newfound boldness, Jack was doing everything in his power merely to keep up with her. His sweet, little wife seemed to be making extra aggressive plays to accentuate the lean, sexy, athleticism of her barely concealed body. She'd even gone so far as to roll her already minimally covered red tank top up to show her midriff, something she knew turned Jack on like crazy. The final straw was when she bent over once again to recover a ball Jack had returned long at the far fence. As Jack looked on, he could tell even from across the length of the court that her bra wasn't the only thing his surprisingly adventurous wife had removed while sneaking around in the bushes. As Veronique straightened back up and turned around, she had the gratifying experience of seeing her normally composed husband standing in shock with his mouth hanging open. It was a good kind of shock apparently because the drop in jaw was met by an equal, if not greater, rise in his pants. She blushed and smiled at the success of her "volley". Jack composed himself as quickly as he could and regaining his composure, (as much as a man could with a full-blown hard-on in gym shorts), he strode quickly around the net making a bee-line for his mischievous wife. "Do you li... mmmm?" Vero moaned as Jack interrupted her teasing by picking her up and kissing her roughly against the back fence. She felt the chain link digging in to her back and bottom, but also Jack's hands cradling her head and waist as kissed her hard. "Naughty girl. Show me where you left your panties and bra." Jack demanded in her ear as he ran his hands over her barely concealed body. Nodding her agreement as he leaned back in to kiss her, Vero pulled back from the kiss enough to say "We'll never get there if you don't let me off this fence." Reluctantly, Jack let her down and took Vero's hand as she led him into the bushes outside the tennis court. He was pleasantly surprised when they broke through the dense bushes to find a small, circular clearing, barely 8' in diameter. Only the trunk of a single, massive oak broke the green wall surrounding the two lovers. That, and the sports bra and thong Vero had clearly left for him to find hanging in the bushes next to the tree. Jack took his surroundings in in a flash as he was immediately pounced upon by his surprisingly aggressive and scantily clad (quite pleasantly so!) wife. "I want you in my mouth." she whispered in his ear between frantic kisses. "Mmmm, yes!" Jack moaned back into her lips. "Me first though." as Jack gently tripped her backwards and cushioned her fall all the way to the green grass where she now lay on her back with her husband between her legs. "No, I'm all sweaty!" Vero exclaimed. "That's what I want." said Jack as he lowered his face to his wife's smooth-shaven pussy. He silenced any further protests by skipping all teasing, all sense of restraint, and licked straight up Veronique's lips and then began a rapid series of quick licks directly against her clit. True to her word, she was sweaty, and also very turned on. Jack reveled in the taste and smell of his wife's aroused sex. After just a few minutes of his frenetic pace, Vero squirmed out from under him and said, "Enough! I want you inside me." "Well I'm not done yet, sexy lady. But I'll let you join me in a little snack before we start the main course. How daring are you feeling?" Jack asked as he rose to his feet in front of her, his cock waving invitingly in front of her. As if reading his mind, Vero positioned herself for a handstand. They'd only done this once before. It was on their honeymoon, but she knew her husband loved the idea and masturbated to the video often. As Veronique kicked her legs off the ground, Jack caught her upper thighs over his shoulders and squatting down, lifted them both up until he was standing with their bodies pressed against each other, mouths poised for a perfect standing 69. Mouths touched pussy/cock almost simultaneously as Jack and Vero greedily went at their partner, each trying to out-do the other in giving head. It was something they each enjoyed, although Vero's comment about being sweaty was a fair one. They normally were very cleanliness-oriented. Today was a special day though, and the added sweat and musk off their intertwined bodies only made it feel all the more right. Jack was either losing, or winning depending on how you think about it, but he felt himself getting close to cumming under his wife's skillful oral ministrations. "It's too good, baby. I need to be inside you!" Jack moaned as he took his mouth away from her for a moment. "Mmmmmhmmm." Vero moaned against his engorged dick, eliciting a further groan of pleasure. Turning to face the tree, Jack slowly lowered his upside down wife so that she could walk herself out of their athletic, pleasure-giving pose. "Hold on to the tree." Jack ordered as he helped Vero to her feet. Before she could do anything more than raise her hands to steady herself against the ancient oak, she felt his cock slam into her from behind, filling her to her core. "Aaaahhhhhmmmmm!" she whimpered as she felt her husband's dick filling her again and again. His left hand tangled itself in her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck and mouth to his barely controlled kisses. His right hand wrapped around her body, alternately stroking, squeezing, and teasing her nipples, but finally journeying south to caress her clit; a gentle counter-point to the pounding he was giving her with his dick. "Feels -- so -- fu -- cking -- good... Get -- ting -- clo -- ose!" Jack grunted between thrusts after several minutes of the sweaty couple glorying in the pleasure their bodies gave each other. "Not like this. I want to see you." Vero said, looking back at her husband. Not even taking the time to agree with her, Jack pulled her backwards off the tree which she'd been gripping tightly throughout his ravishing of her body and pulled her backwards on top of him as he fell smoothly to the grass. Giving thanks yet again for his wife's athleticism and dedication to yoga, Jack lifted one of Vero's legs up and not even letting himself slide all the way out of her, spun his wife around until she was facing him, legs straddled over his hips with his cock still buried inside her. Normally, he loved seeing his wife ride his cock from this position. She looked like the goddess of sex with her hair flying and her breasts bouncing as she impaled herself over and over on him. Today though, with the daring of this outdoor fuck surrounding them both, Jack wanted to be in charge. He rolled them both one more time putting himself on top of his wife. "Yesssssss!" She hissed in his ear as he claimed her, taking her in the way they both wanted so much. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Fill meeeee!" Jack had no choice but to oblige. "Fuuuuuck!" he groaned as their orgasms took them. It was impossible to tell who started first, but the wave took them both as Jack felt himself cumming deep inside his wife. He kept thrusting until the last tingles of orgasm left them and they both went limp, reveling in the afterglow. After several minutes of silence and gentle touches, Vero asked, "So, does this mean I won, or you won?" Jack responded without missing a beat, "Rematch next week." "I love you, baby." "I love you too, doll." The Tennis Match We were toweling off, headed from the shower to Kelly's room. The late afternoon sun was dropping shadows across her bed. "Want something to drink?" She nodded, "What about a virgin margarita with just a splash of the real stuff?" When I came back, she was sprawled across the bed in all her blond glory, talking on her phone. I handed her the drink and she pointed to the lotion on her dresser with a 'please' smile on her face. I put my drink down and drizzled a stream of lotion on her thigh and calf. This was one fit woman. But everything was tight and I went to work with my fingers and thumbs. "Ooww!" I smiled at her and backed off a little. I pushed her other leg wider and wiped my finger down through her sex, which was nicely juicy. She said into the phone, "He's trying to get me ready for the matches on Wednesday. We ran today, swam some, and he tried to hold me off for two sets." Noises from the phone. "Yes, I'm lying here in the warm sunshine with nothing on. He's supposed to be in trainer mode and not molesting me." Giggles. "Actually, we haven't. I told him last fall that we couldn't be serious about each other, and I didn't do sex just for the hell of it." More noises from the other end. Kelly gave me an inquisitive look. "Beth wants to know, seeing as how I have outstanding charms, why you haven't just taken me one of these times?" I ran a finger full of lotion down her sex again and said, "Beats me. She is right, you do have outstanding charms. Maybe I'm just your sub." I gave her my boldest look. "Did you hear that? My sub! Can you imagine? He's even bigger and stronger than the last time you and I were together. Which, by the way, was too long ago. Jeff wants to know if you would like to come with us to the east side and do some climbing after you graduate and deal with the folks." Long rambling noises from the other end. "Yes, I know all that, but you don't have to put on a front, and you don't have to launder your anxieties with us. If you get out of line, he'll just beat you!" Kelly smiled at me and gestured to come closer. She put the phone on speaker and lay it on the pillow. "Kiss me," she mouthed. "Bad idea," I mouthed back. Beth's voice came out of the speaker, "God, I'm tempted. I do have a month before starting my internship. Are you sure you want a neurotic new M.D. around? You know how obnoxious I can be." Kelly had a grip on my cock and was inexorably dragging me closer and closer to her pussy. She turned her head and said to Beth, "Hey, so what's new. We traded all kinds of bad stuff when we were roomies and look at us now. You're almost an M.D. and I'm almost NCAA singles champ." She added, "And both of us know a guy who can do anything, jockwise." The tip of my cock was in her, and the strong hands were finishing the job, pulling on my ass. We weren't supposed to be doing this, I thought. But she's the one who changed her mind. I drove full force all the way in, which produced an audible "ooof." Beth said, "I thought you weren't supposed to be making out? That's a very suspicious sound." Kelly's fingers were all over my back and her pelvis was humping up at me. "Oh, we have a kiss now and then. No big deal. He has been awfully nice to me today." A terrific squeeze on my cock. I wasn't going to last forever. "He says we are having dinner out, so gotta go. I'm counting on picking you up a week from tomorrow and going over to the east side. Do NOT disappoint me, roomie!" She leaned over and clicked the phone before Beth could respond. I grabbed her muscular ass and flipped us so she was on top. I said, "You have a marvelous cunt, but what are you up to? No warning, just forcing yourself on me like an ordinary slut. Are you on dope?" I went into high speed mode, wanting to see just how horny she was for me. She was really into it. "More, harder." "I thought we couldn't have sex unless we were serious?" "Shut up and fuck. I'm almost there." My non-girlfriend froze up and screeched her climax. "Oh shit, oh fuck, god that's nice." I was almost there too but decided to hold off. Kelly was so caught up in coming that she didn't notice for several minutes that she was not full of my wonderful stuff. This time she flipped us over. "That was fantastic. Why did I ever tell you we couldn't fuck?" "I thought it was pretty stupid myself, but you always seem to know what you are doing." I leaned down and kissed her, gently. She collapsed, muttering, "fuck, fuck, fuck. How can a girl be so stupid." I kneaded her fine boobs as she ground into me. She looked up, "Are you really taking me out?" I pulled her hair and turned us on our sides so I could get a good lick at those fine nipples. "Yes, I'm taking you out, but only after you promise me more warning the next time you change your mind about sex." "I'll do better than that. The next time I pull some fool stunt about sex, you can just string me up and beat me black and blue." We got back to the shower without too many drips but a lot of giggles from my reinvented girl friend. I drove up the Peninsula in Kelly's expensive convertible. She had on a perfect summer dress, with a scarf to keep the wind from destroying her hair. We were headed to a nice fish place near the airport. I looked at her. "Two weeks ago, I was underage for booze. I'm barely over the line now, but you are definitely the older woman in this couple." She frowned at me. "The older woman indeed. Did that feel like old meat you were just pounding on?" I grabbed her hand and kissed the knuckles. "Please forgive me. I promise to behave." Having applied a little discreet pressure, we were seated at a window table overlooking the Bay. "Not only do you make me change my mind, but you take me to this incredibly romantic place!" We stared for a long time at each other. Wheels were turning. I said, "Marry me." She looked across the table for a long moment and burst into tears. "No, no, no, you can't do that to me!" The approaching waiter turned around and retreated. I had her hand to my mouth again, kissing and licking. "I let you get away once, I don't intend to miss a second chance." More staring. "My god, you're serious." "I am." Kelly was losing it. Eyes tearing up, hands shaking. "Jeff, I can't sit here and eat nice food and talk about this. Give the maitre 'd some money and tell him you'll bring me back soon. It's not his fault, just your crazy girlfriend." She stood up and started for the door. I stopped to make our apologies and caught up to her at the car. As I drove away, she was bent over, crying again. I patted her shoulder trying to calm things down. I was used to stories about guys proposing and just getting turned down with a laugh. This girl, I mean woman, was really caught up short and tense by what I sought. After a while, she sat up and looked out the window. We got back to her house without any conversation. I was wondering how much trouble I was in. Without saying anything, she headed directly upstairs. I figured if she wanted company, she would let me know, and went looking for a drink. Soon, I was sipping some bourbon strictly forbidden to varsity athletes. Tasted good, went down smoothly. If I could have a beautiful but unpredictable girlfriend, was that so bad? A smart, athletic beautiful girlfriend? I was about to go out and sit on the deck when a hand reached around me and took the glass. A warm body pressed itself to my back. Didn't feel like the body had much on. She turned out the kitchen light and pushed us out to the deck. I was directed to the lounge cushion and the body planted itself mostly on top of me and administered a wildly hot, wet kiss. Our tongues shared the bourbon taste. "That was not nice, shocking the hell out of me by proposing like that. But I suppose I deserved it, coming on to you after saying we couldn't be serious." More kisses. I expected more, and there was. She hiked up her nightie and straddled me. I fingered her breasts. "You've got me in a very vulnerable position. I've just had the best sex of my life, following one of the best training days of my life. Both due to you. We've been buddies since you were a freshman, and now we are lovers. I'm about to graduate without any plan for what next. The coach tells me I have to totally concentrate on the championship match, especially since I've whizzed through my finals." She let that all hang out there. "You're being very quiet. Say something." "I love you. Marry me." "Oh shit." She buried her head in my chest. A low voice said, "I deserved that too." Silence. She pressed all of herself against me. Not crying, though. "I'll make you a deal. We go back to training mode. No sex, no touching, no talk about our future. In three days, I win that final. Two days after that, my folks will be home. That means you have one day to fuck me senseless and convince me that my undeserving self should marry you? Is that ok?" She sat up and stared at me. "Kiss me to seal the deal." Even in the dark, I could see her smile as she leaned forward. The next two days were harder on me than on her. Her conditioning was superb, so the lightest of workouts and runs and practices were in order. But the real challenge was to keep her mind diverted away from the match so she would be relaxed when Wednesday came. She had played her opponent, Sandra Davey, before (and lost), and watched her in action in the quarters and semis. Her coach and Kelly had rehearsed the match strategy more than once. So my job was to keep her confident, relaxed, diverted and deliver her to the court ready to play championship tennis. All without any touching or loving. We were both up early on Wednesday. She likes to sleep nude and parade in front of me in the morning when I am around. As a concession to our deal, she had on a respectable nightie and briefs. While she showered, I played maid and did the bed and laid out her outfit. Pale yellow that looked outstanding with her hair and complexion. Neither she nor I liked women players who had multiple bra and shirt straps across their shoulders, so one of my duties was to carefully and invisibly pin her straps together so that everything moved with her body. I got the briefest of kisses for my maid duties. The stands at the campus tennis center were packed for the women's finals, which were at ten in the morning on a cloudless, cool day. The warmups were brief. They both looked good. Kelly had the advantage of going after the title on her home court. I took my usual spot about six rows up across from the umpire's stand so I could have an uninterrupted view. Sandra had the reputation of being an excellent psychological player, finding her opponent's weaknesses and exploiting them. If she could demolish the other player's confidence in her game, Sandra usually won. She started right out concentrating on Kelly's forehand, and took the first set 6-4. Kelly glanced at her coach, and very briefly at me. She looked vulnerable but determined. At 4-4 in the second set, Kelly broke Sandra and then won the tenth game on her serve to even up the match 1-1. They both held service in the third set, down to another 4-4. Sandra's serve and she took two quick points to make it 30-love. Kelly bore down and got two winners herself, to even the game at 30-30. Then another point apiece and they were at deuce. Sandra's next serve was surprisingly weak and Kelly's two armed backhand put a winner right down the sideline and in. Ad out. Absolute quiet in the stands. Taking her time, Sandra wound up and drove an ace right down the center line. The only problem was that Kelly had anticipated the shot and blasted her backhand return right where the previous winner went in the sideline corner. All of a sudden, Sandra was down 5-4 and Kelly was on her serve. Now lots of cheering from the home court fans. I expected Sandra to come out for the next game with everything, but Kelly's two winners had taken the stuffing out of her. After two aces and a cross court drop shot, the score was 40-love and everyone was standing up. Kelly was ahead and not taking chances on ace attempts. She put the ball in play and after a dozen rally returns, Sandra miss hit and the match was over. I was standing in amazement when Kelly's folks, Diane and Phil, came rushing up. "Oh my god, Jeff, she won! My darling girl won! We just got here because the plane was late. I was too scared to let her see us. Can you believe the poise in the last two games? That's our champion for you!" The three of us went down to the railing to hug Kelly, who couldn't seem to believe she had pulled off the upset. The crowd was still cheering, and her coach and teammates were out on the court with her, everyone hugging and shouting, "You did it!" I turned to Diane and Phil, "I thought you were away for a couple more days?" Diane almost screamed at me, "When Kelly sent me the email about making the finals, I told Phil we absolutely had to be here for the match. He moved everything around and here we are!" I thought to myself that hopes for a better love life were going down the drain. Oh well. At least I did ask her to marry me. I told the folks that I would get Kelly home as soon as the celebrations here were over. I tagged along behind the crowd of excited tennis players and coaches. Sandra even came over and gave Kelly a hug and congratulations. After some more chatter, Kelly looked for me and told her friends she was going to shower at home if her boyfriend would give her a ride. I held my nose and shouted, "Not a chance," then hoisted her up on my shoulder. She got the champion's hip, hip hooray and we were off. I was driving one excited female home. She was several inches off the seat. "Oh my god, Jeff, I never could have done that without you." She reached over, pulled my hair and gave me a sweaty wet kiss. "Do you accept sweaty kisses?" "Only when you win." I grinned at her. I got a sweaty, lusty frown back. "Hmmm. I can't think of a comeback for that right now, but I will. You and I have unfinished business, don't we?" "Yes, and there's a welcoming committee at home. Your mother is out of her mind. She can't believe she's got a daughter who just won the same championship she did twenty-four years ago." "I'm not sure I can believe it yet, either." She turned to me. "There's going to be a pool party at Marie's later. Do you want to take me, or would you rather do what I promised you?" Her eyes looked quizzical, wondering what rise she would get out of me. "What if Marie lets folks go whenever, but takes the two of us to her bedroom for a threesome? After all, you are pedigreed horseflesh now." She giggled and punched my arm. "You are very bad. Really bad. I suppose that being pedigreed horseflesh also makes me bi?" "If I took my camera, I bet I could get some great shots of you and Marie on her giant bed with pandas and polar bears and whatnot." "Jeffrey Archer, I'm not going to even think of talking to you about marriage if you don't stop putting me in orgies. I'm a decent young woman!" Her dancing eyes told a different story. I wondered if some girls on the women's team hit on each other, as rumored. Better not bring that up right now. Keeping eyes on the road with difficulty, I reached out and pulled her close for another kiss. "Hey, I just want you to know that everything you and I have going can stay on the back burner until your life settles down." She sat back and looked teary. An exhausted, teary sweaty woman is a great sight. "Damn it, how can I think about marrying a guy who makes me cry all the time?" She wiped her eyes and giggled. Diane and Phil were at the door when we arrived and Kelly jumped into their arms. A lot of unintelligible shouting and noises took several minutes to calm down. Phil disengaged himself and said to me, "How about a drink?" I hesitated a moment and said, "Your daughter has been the cause of my breaking training repeatedly in the last few days. And now we have a reason to break again!" He made gin and tonics for us as we waited for miss sweaty champion and her mother to get to the kitchen. Phil spoke up, "Ladies, there's some cold champagne if you want to celebrate now." Kelly announced, "I'm going to the shower first... and I'm taking Jeff with me. We'll be down in a bit." She grabbed my hand, said "bring your drink," and led me up the stairs. Diane was tongue tied. Phil was smiling. Pretty soon, lots of warm water was falling on us and miss soapy champion was squirming in my arms, squeezing my cock, and whispering in my ear, "where can we go so I make good on my promise to you?" She squeezed me harder, "And I don't mean a quickie in here!" I was pressing myself against her delectable backside with hands on her boobs when she squealed, turned off the water, and said, "come with me." Without bothering to towel off, she pulled me behind her to the top of the stairs, and hollered, "Mom, we've got a problem." Diane appeared at the bottom of the stairs, doing a double take at two naked bodies. "Mom, I promised Jeff that if I won, we would make mad, passionate love all over the house. But that's when I thought you and dad weren't coming home until Friday." "What do you suggest?" She cocked her hip and smiled. I cowered behind her. The look on Diane's face was priceless. She giggled and turned to Phil, who was now standing gazing at us too. "Folks, there's some other news too. Jeff and I are engaged." Then she grabbed my hand again and we rushed down the stairs into their arms. Phil's look at me suggested this was an unusual way to learn that news. I turned up my palms at him and mouthed, "not my plan." Diane and Kelly were hugging and dancing around, water still spraying off Kelly. "Oh my god, I am so happy for you. But did you have to tell me like this? I almost had a heart attack." Then she turned and fell into a total clinch, rubbing her front on me and saying, "Well, big fella, think you can handle my championship daughter?" I hugged her back and saw Phil laughing and hugging his naked Kelly. I was led away by my most prominent projection. In her room, Kelly said, "I suppose now you get to look at me naked as much as you want." She put a finger in her mouth and gave me her best pout. I pushed her down on the bed and made menacing gestures with my hips. She whispered, "No, no, help, mom, he's after me." I lay next to her and asked, "So when does poor old me get to celebrate this engagement that you just announced without any warning, which is getting to be a habit with you." She had my fingers in her mouth, sucking. Her hand was still squeezing me. If she didn't look out, she was going to get a hand covered with goo. Staring at the ceiling, she said, "It just came out. Here I was yesterday almost in tears half the day and now it seems like the calmest, nicest thing. When you said "marry me" at the restaurant, you hadn't been thinking about it, had you?" "No, it just came out." I took her hand and kissed it. "You know, Kelly, I'm crazy in love with you." We were in each other's arms, kissing and crying. Then Diane was on top of us, kissing and crying too. "I was just coming to see you and couldn't help hearing that. It was so sweet." She stood up and noticed Phil walking into the room behind her. He came up and kissed her neck. "Reminds me of a certain encounter you and I had twenty-four years ago." His hands were working off her blouse and bra. I moved my back against the wall at the edge of the bed and eased Kelly over into me. I got a pillow under our heads and we lay there watching Phil and Diane. I whispered to Kelly, "Those are nice tits." The Tennis Match Phil answered, "You're damn right they are. When Diane won her championship, we'd only been going out together for a month, and I did not really know where I stood with her. In fact, I don't think I'd even gotten as good a feel of her tits as I'm getting now." "Phil, I'm getting all turned on. Are we really going to tell that story here in front of the kids?" He had her shorts and briefs on the floor and was running his hands up and down her legs, going closer and closer to a fine looking pussy. "Tell the story, honey, I know you want to." "It was almost like this. We were at my house and there were several tennis friends of my folks there, with everyone talking up the match and scarfing down bloody Mary's. I got out of the shower and dressed and told my mom Phil and I were going to the team party and would be back later. "You were driving and I noticed we weren't going the right way. I asked what the problem was and you told me you wanted to show me something. We ended up at your house, where no one was home. We went upstairs and when we got to your room, you pointed to your bed and said, 'You see that bed? Do you know what's going to happen on that bed right now?' And then you were ripping my clothes off and throwing me down. But you were a gentleman about taking me, you gave me one second to say I didn't want to." They were in each other's arms, kissing and hugging. Phil had stripped off and his cock was big and hard. Kelly raised her leg so she could pull my cock through to the front, pointing right at Diane, and said in a little girl voice, "Daddy, could you show us how to throw a woman down and take her?" They both looked at us, surprised, and then laughed. Diane was over Phil's shoulder in a second, and his throw landed her flat on her back next to us. His cock hesitated the briefest second and then rammed smoothly all the way in with one stroke. Diane tried to fight back. She said, "We can't do this here. We're corrupting the kids. Ohhh, please don't stop that!" Before Phil had very many strokes into Diane, Kelly had me stroking into her. She reached over and took her mom's hand. In a deep husky voice, she said, "Phil, it's really good to see you taking care of your wife that way!" It took Diane a few deep moans before she could get out, "Jeff, it's a good thing you are marrying this insolent daughter of mine and getting her out of the house." We were all laughing so hard that no one was cumming. Finally, Phil and I flipped the girls over on top and four newly sweaty bodies relaxed. I said to Phil, "Thanks for the story. You saved me a trip to my house." Phil said, "Jeff, we not only have tennis champions, we've got sex champions too." Diane sat up and said to the two of us, "When you leave for the party, Romeo here is going to fuck my brains out. If you want us to disappear after that so you can have the house to yourselves, we will." Kelly leaned down and kissed me and squeezed me with those marvelous cunt muscles. She whispered, "Do we care?" I shook my head. "It's like going to camp. The more the merrier." I thrust up hard into her. Kelly pushed Diane down between the men and lay on her. "Mom, I've listened to you and Dad get it on for years. I think I'm going to need some continuing education to get me ready for married life."