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Tennis Lesson

By: photobiker



My wife, Anna, and I decided to start taking tennis lessons at the nearby university. One morning as we were getting ready for work I happened to notice that my wife was wearing a new dress and that, in addition to showing some nice cleavage, it was a bit on the short side. Granted, it wasn't so bold as to be inappropriate for work, but a little on the daring side. Especially because I was fairly confident she wasn't wearing any panties underneath it. When I went to kiss her goodbye, I reached my hand up under her dress and was pleased to find no panties and a wonderfully smooth pussy.

"Love the new dress," I whispered in her ear.

"So I noticed," she moaned back.

Giving her pussy a gentle squeeze I added, "Just don't bend over too far at work today or someone is going to get an eye full."

"You'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" she teased.

We kissed again and I headed off to work, telling her I looked forward to seeing her at our tennis lesson.

I had a hard time concentrating at work that morning. My thoughts kept drifting back to my wife's dress and what I wanted to do to her. Every so often I sent her an instant message along those lines and was happy when she flirted back. Needless to say, I was out the door a bit early for our lesson. I wanted to be waiting for her when she arrived so I could have a quick feel before we had to change clothes. When I walked into the tennis club I was surprised to see a bunch of the lights out. That's when I remembered that finals were over and the students, along with many others, had left town. I stopped into the office to make sure our lesson was still on and they assured me that it was.

I waited anxiously in the hallway for my wife to arrive, totally fixated on her outfit. When she finally arrived I gave her a passionate kiss, which she returned with equal passion. Since nobody was in the hall, I reached under her dress and squeezed her bare ass as we kissed. I started to pull away, but she only kissed me harder, so I reached under the front of her dress to caress her pussy. Was I imagining things or was she wet? Reluctantly we parted ways and went to our respective locker rooms to change. Of course, I couldn't help but hope that she suddenly appear in the men's locker room for some fun, but it didn't happen.

Our lesson was pretty typical except that I couldn't concentrate and we were the only ones on the courts. Once it was over we headed back towards the locker rooms. We stopped at the entrance to the men's locker room and I pulled her close to me for another kiss. Impulsively I started pulling her into the men's locker room with me, knowing that nobody else was in there. She surprised me when she didn't resist, so I decided to see just how far she'd go before chickening out. I lead her to one of the benches and started undressing her, expecting her to stop me at any moment. But she didn't. Before I knew it she was standing there naked. I quickly stripped, grabbed a bar of soap and took her to the showers.

I'm not sure what the men's showers are like at other universities, but at this one they're all those stupid group showers. This one was a small one, though. I pulled Anna in and turned on the water. Once it was a decent temperature, I pulled her in and kissed her deeply, rubbing my hands all over her. I quickly washed her, but spend extra time on her tits, pussy, and ass. Then she washed me, paying extra attention to my ass and cock. Part of me wanted to wait until we got out of the shower, but when she turned and put her hands on the wall and presented her ass to me, I couldn't resist. I slid easily into her slippery pussy and soon the shower was filled with our moans and the sound of my skin smacking against hers. She was surprisingly verbal, shouting, "Yes! Yes! Harder!"

I'd like to say I lasted for fifteen minutes or more, but in reality it was probably more like two before I grunted and filled her with a huge load of my hot cum. Fortunately this sent her over the edge too and the sounds of her orgasm echoed off the tile walls. As my orgasm subsided, the reality of where we were started becoming clear and I pulled my softening cock out of her, causing her to whimper sadly. That's when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look and there stood our tennis instructor, Bob. There stood my wife in the men's shower, naked, bent over with my cum dripping out of her pussy and I stood there with my cock semi-erect dripping cum too. My mind was racing a million miles and hour trying to figure out what to do when I realized he was staring at my wife while rubbing his crotch.

I looked back at my wife and admired how sexy she was in her current position, but figured I'd better let her know what was going on. "Dear," I said, "we have company."

She turned to look and when she saw Bob standing there she quickly stood up and tried to cover herself. "There's no point in hiding anything after what I just saw," he said, "and I really liked what I saw." She smiled shyly and slowly lowered her hands to reveal her naked, wet body. Bob and I both looked her over until she started walking out of the shower to find her clothes. "You're not getting dressed, are you?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied, "why wouldn't I?"

"Well," he hesitated. "I got pretty worked up watching what you were doing in the shower and I thought maybe you could help me out somehow."

"I don't think so," she replied, still standing there naked.

"Come on dear," I tried to persuade her, "how about just giving him a blowjob?"

"And what do I get out of it?" she asked. I swear her nipples were getting harder.

"Here, come over her and lay down on this bench," he suggested to her. Much to my surprise, she did as he suggested, lying down on the narrow bench with her ass at the end and her legs slightly spread. He then kneeled between her legs and ran his hands over them for a few moments before lifting them up in the air, spreading them wide. Her pussy lips were swollen and open in invitation. He leaned down and started to lick and suck her. I watched for a moment, then knelt beside her and kissed her passionately. She moaned into my mouth then broke the kiss, pushing my head down towards her breasts. I took the hint, licking, sucking, and biting her nipple.

I expected her to orgasm soon, but instead after only a few minutes she moaned, "No more! Stop! I can't take it. Please, I need a hard cock in me! Somebody, please!" Thinking he was the obvious choice, I continued what I was doing to her tits. She let out a soft moan and I turned to see that he had dropped his shorts and underwear to reveal a very long, thick cock. She told me later it was the largest one she had ever seen.

I turned to her and asked, "Do you think you can handle that?"

"I don't care," she moaned, "I just need to feel a cock inside me."

He got between her legs as she spread them wide and rubbed the head up and down her slit, and then slowly pushed into her. "Dear, I'm gonna need help if I'm going to do this, so please keep doing what you were doing." I resumed playing with her tits, but watched intently as he worked that huge cock slowly into her tight little pussy.

He must have been able to tell she was getting close to cumming because he said, "Please don't cum until I get my whole cock inside of you."

"I don't know if I can," she moaned, "but I'll try."

He kept pulling part way out, his shaft glistening with her wetness, then pushing further in until finally his entire length was insider her. Seeing that she was getting close to orgasm, he pumped faster and harder, her lips gripping his cock with each stroke. Soon she couldn't hold back any longer and I pulled on her nipple as her whole body shook with a huge orgasm. Moments later he grunted as his first shot of cum went inside her pussy, then he yanked his cock out and stroked it as he shot the remaining streams all over her tits, stomach, and pussy. I cannot tell you how hot that was to see, but it was even hotter to watch her rub his cum all over herself as he pushed his still semi-hard cock back into her stretched out pussy, pushing her over the edge again.

By this time I was totally worked up again, so I stood up and motioned to him to move out of the way. He slowly pulled his cock out of her, leaving her pussy open and wet. I got between her legs and when she saw my hard cock she moaned, "Yes, please fuck me. I need more cock." So I quickly sunk my entire dick inside her and thrust quickly in and out. Not wanting to be left out, our instructor moved up so she could suck the last bit of cum out of him. Even though he wasn't hard anymore, she still could only take about half of his cock in her mouth. I was pretty worked up from watching her take that big cock of his, so I didn't hold back and soon was ready to cum for the second time. She was moaning so much that she seemed to be having one continuous orgasm.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I grunted.

Pulling his cock out of her mouth she moaned, "In my pussy. Please fill my pussy with your cum!"

Who was I to argue? I thrust hard a few more times before filling her pussy with my second load of cum, almost passing out from the intensity of it. As I was recovering, my cock still throbbing inside her, I watched while she sucked eagerly on the instructor's slowly hardening shaft. I had never seen her this insatiable before. It's like she couldn't get enough cock. If anyone else had walked in I suspect she would have taken them on too. But as it was she seemed determined to get him hard again and was doing a pretty good job of it. I pulled my cock out of her and watched as my cum leaked out and down the crack of her ass.

"I want to fuck you from behind like I saw you doing in the shower," he said to her. I looked up and, sure enough, his cock was completely hard again. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like it was even bigger than before. Without a word she stood up and bent over, bracing herself against the lockers with her legs apart. He got behind her and started rubbing his cock all over her dripping pussy.

"Mmm, that feels nice," she moaned. But instead of sliding it in, he just kept teasing her with it, rubbing it over her clit and up and down between her lips. "Come on, stop teasing me," she pleaded.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked knowingly.

"I want you to put it in me," she replied.

"You'll have to ask better than that. Tell me exactly what you want."

Pausing for only a moment, she gave in and said, "I want you to put your big, hard cock inside my aching pussy."

"That's much better." He continued, "and if I do, will you promise to let me do it again next week?" This surprised me. Up until now it had all been spontaneous. I knew she wouldn't agree to this, as much as she horny as she might be at the moment.

"Yes!" Came her reply, shocking me. "You can do it again next week. You can fuck me with your big, hard cock next week if you hurry up and fuck me with it now." I couldn't believe what I just heard. Surely she didn't mean it, did she?

But before I could give it much more thought, he slid his cock into her with one smooth motion. There was no resistance this time and she let out a loud moan as it filled her. I watched amazed as he held onto her hips and slid that huge cock in and out of her once tight pussy, her tits swaying beneath her. Each time he thrust into her she let out a moan. For a while his thrusts were slow and steady. I think he was enjoying watching his cock sliding in and out of her as much as I was. But then he started to pick up the pace and soon was going at it with complete abandon, his hips smacking into her ass with each thrust and his balls undoubtedly bouncing off her clit.

"Yes! Yes! Harder! Don't stop! I'm cumming!" she cried out as her body shook with her orgasm.

"Uhh. I'm going to fill your hot little pussy with my cum," he groaned as he buried his cock into her as far as he could, shooting his jism deep inside her. He slowly stroked a few more times, then eased his cock out of her. Her pussy was left gaping open, well used, and leaking copious amounts of cum. Apparently still recovering, she stood still while he and I both admired the view.

"I hate to say it, but we better get you out of here before someone else comes along and you have to take care of him too," he kidded.

"Oh goodness," she sighed. "As much fun as that was, I'm completely spent." She stood up and faced us, then reached out and gave each of our cocks a few gentle strokes. "Thanks guys. That was quite the experience." With that, she got dressed and headed back to the women's locker room. I quickly went to the shower to rinse off and when I came out the instructor was gone.

I waited in the hallway for my wife who, not surprisingly, took awhile to come out. She looked totally worn out, but gave me a shy smile when she saw me. We walked in silence to our cars, then hugged for a bit before I finally asked her, "Are you okay?"

"Really tired and a little sore, but fine otherwise," she replied.

I hesitated, but finally asked, "So...are you really going to let him fuck you again next week?"

"Well, that's up to you. I mean, I told him I would, but only if you're okay with it."

"Do YOU want to?" I asked. "I mean, not just to fulfill an obligation, but would you really like to do that again?"

She thought for a few moments and then replied, "I hope you're not upset, but yes, I would. Just not in the locker room this time. That was exciting, but next time I'd like to do it somewhere else. Would you mind?"

"Not as along as I get to participate again," I said with a smile and gave her a big hug.

Somehow by the time we went to bed that night she was feeling up to another round. Actually, we were both really worked up, but managed to hold off long enough to talk about what had happened earlier that day and what was going to happen the next week. When we finally went at it, it was very intense and we both came pretty quickly.

As for the repeat performance, that's a story for another time.

Tennis Lesson on Nude Day



After a long day at work I came home and started to fill the tub for a hot bath. I left the water running while I went back out to feed the fish and listen to a few messages on the machine. I wanted stay home and relax that evening because it was such a long week but at the same time it had been raining for literally weeks and I noticed it was good weather to hit the courts again. I decided not to think much about it and hopped into the tub to just relax for a bit. 

I probably stayed in there for about 45 minutes since I fell asleep a little in there. As soon as I came out though the phone rang. 

"Hello?"

Hi there! The weather is looking pretty good today, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to play a tennis match?

It was Alex. I wrapped the towel around myself to dry off while I put him on the speaker phone to talk. 

"Yeah actually I was gonna spend some time laying around at home today. Sorry, it's been kind of along week and I'm a little tired." 

He didn't say anything. 

"Hello?? Alex?"

Do you want me to come over and help you on your strokes inside for a little while? It's been a while since we've played...

"Sure why don't you come over in a few hours then?"

Okay, see you soon.

I finished getting dressed and then laid on the couch to watch a bit of tv. Basically I just wanted to be a lazy ass for the evening and not do anything. After a little channel surfing I ended up watching some tennis on the sports channel. It put me in the mood to play and I was starting to regret turning Alex down for a match. I went to get my racquet and practiced a little in front of the tv. Shortly afterwards though the doorbell rang. I was hoping it was UPS or something because I wasn't ready for Alex to come over yet since I wanted to practice a little more first. But of course I look out the window and recognize his car in the driveway. 

I went downstairs to open the door for him. 

"Had to put all your clothes back on or something? Took you a while to get to the door." He jokingly said while he came in with all his stuff. Why does he have to bring so much stuff everywhere he went? Anyways I was confused about his remark. 

".....Yeah, why would I be nude? Haha" I nervously fidgeted at the door trying to lock it up again. "Come upstairs."

He followed me upstairs, "Don't you know its Nude Day??" he asked. 

"....no. What the hell is nude day? A special everyone-lets-get-naked- type of celebration?", I walked him into the game room where I had the t.v. on. 

"You can put it that way yeah." 

For some reason I was feeling out of my mind right then and before I knew it, I said "Well then, I should go get naked huh? I'll be right back.", and went into my room. 

Wow....okay. So here I am in my room and he's out there. And I just said I was going to get naked? Great. Well....what is the big deal right? We're both adults, there's nothing going on, and plus -- its MY house. I can be naked if I want to. So I got naked and went back out after taking a deep breathe. 

I think he was shocked to see that I was serious. I could tell he was trying hard not to stare at my body. And at the same time, I was trying hard not to look at him to see if he was staring at my body. I went over and sat on the couch. 

"So I've been working on my forehand lately but I still can't quite get what I'm doing when I'm turning my body and my footwork." 

"ohh yeah well, uh show me what you're doing so far."

I got up and showed him a few times slowly so he could watch my racquet. 

"Yeah...you need to bend your knees more so you can sort of lift the ball up. But still hit it with the face parallel to the net. ....Let me show you" He got out his racquet and demonstrated to me so I could watch him a few times. I noticed he had a huge bulge in his shorts and sort of felt my face get red at noticing him. Before I knew it he had put his racquet down and got behind me like he always does to guide me a few times with my stroke. I could feel his dick trying to get out of his shorts the whole time. 

"Thanks, yeah. I think I get it, I just need to get out there more to practice it so I can see where the ball is going with the different ways I'm hitting it."

"Yeah you just need more practice." He backed away from me to go to his bag. "Here I got you a tape of some matches you can watch where the camera is behind the player. You can see the way they turn their body and hit the ball at this angle really good." 

"Thanks." 

We both stood there just looking at the tape for a while in silence. I was getting wet just thinking about how big his dick seemed. He had been helping me learn tennis for a month or two now and I always get a little excited when he puts his hands on me -- but this time I felt his dick get hard! Another thing was I also felt nervous around him because he was older than me -- I guess I felt like he was much more experienced being a 28 compared to 19 year old little me. 

"Can you watch me a few more times to see if you can point out anything?" I asked him finally. 

"Sure, go ahead. Why don't you put the tape in so you can see what I'm talking about."

I went to put the tape in and then came back. I practiced my stroke a bunch of times and he helped me by showing me again a few more times when I kept getting it wrong or forgetting things. I was a little surprised that we were doing this even though I was naked! I finally got tired after about a half hour of swinging at an imaginary tennis ball. I got him and myself a drink and we sat on the couch and watched tv while I was catching my breathe for a while. 

"So...you're really comfortable with yourself being nude huh? " He asked out of the blue. 

"um, well I guess so. I mean...I don't just always get naked when I have people over. I just..yeah. ............ You can join me if you want. "!! I can't believe I said that. I asked him to get naked! 

"oh ...Really? You'd like that?"

I didn't know what to say. I was getting flustered and I felt my face turn red. 

"Well...I just mean, I don't want you to feel left out. ...Since its Nude Day." He took off his clothes and got nude. Then he came back and sat next to me. We didn't say anything for a minute. A really, really, long minute. I tried the whole time not to stare at his dick. It looked harder and longer than the tv remote control I had. I had only seen two other dicks in real life and they were no where near his size. I kept flipping channels when I felt his hand on my thigh. I felt dripping wet by now and I was afraid to move or else he'd know that I was soaking wet since I'm sure it's all over the couch. I tried to continue to watch tv even though I was getting so nervous. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. 

He started moving his hand up and down my thigh and I was dripping all over the place by then. He slowly moved his hand to spread my legs open a little. I gasped a little for air when he put his other hand on me and it was cold against my crotch. He slipped a finger right in me and I gripped onto the remote and the side of the couch and let out a little moan. 

"Relax..." He whispered it to me. He started fingering me sooooo good. He kept rubbing up against my g spot and I was moaning louder and louder. I grabbed onto his shoulders and started moving myself against his hand trying to cum. He put another 2 fingers in all at once and I let out a deep moan against his chest. My hand fell right onto his dick and I started stroking it lightly then I put my mouth right on the tip to kiss it. I heard him grunt a little. 

I sucked that dick hard. I jerked it hard and kept my mouth on it the whole time sucking and pulling his dick down my throat. He started humping against my face while fingering me harder and we sort of fell into a 69 position with me on top. I felt his breathe on my thighs which made me feel a chill up my spine for a moment. Then I squirmed and whined with his dick in my mouth when I felt him tongue fucking me and rubbing my clit hard with one hand and squeezing and spanking my ass with his other hand. Everytime I started bucking a little harder trying to come he would grab me and hold me dead still so he could have his way with my dripping wet pussy. 

I felt him about to cum in my mouth which I wanted so bad. I wanted to empty his balls and cock out and swallow it all up. He pulled me off him though and then grabbed my legs and put my feet over his shoulders and got on top of me. I was a tad bit scared. I've never been so....not in control...before. He took his dick and slowly pushed it in me. I kept squirming around and moaning but he held me still and kept pushing in at a steady pace. Once it was all the way in he let me squirm a bit and moan until I was settled with his big cock inside me. Then he kissed my forehead. 

"Don't worry. I'll take a good care of you, dear." He whispered right into my mouth before he kissed me deeply. We made out for a little bit and then I felt his dick slowly moving inside me. He started fucking me slowly. I could hear the slurping sounds from his dick moving in and out of me. I kept moaning into his mouth but he wouldn't stop kissing me. I felt his dick plunging in and out slowing getting faster and faster. I held onto him and wrapped my legs around him. He suddenly picked me up and brought me over to hold me up against a wall and starting ramming his dick up into me. I cried out and was grabbing him and scratching his back and shoulders with my nails digging in while he kept fucking me. It hurt but it felt so good too. 

"Ohh...Alex , fuck me!" I gasped as I could hardly breathe in between all my moaning and screaming. He brought me into my bed room and laid me down on my side with one leg to his side and one leg being held up near his head while he stood at the edge of my bed. He continued to fuck me hard until I came all over his dick and he came inside me. I laid there for a while exhausted and he finally pulled out of me and got on the bed. He put his dick right above me. I was so tired but I wanted to lick him clean so I took my time with it and slowly licked it all off. 

After he left I went back out to the game room and noticed he forgot to get his racquet. I decided I'd give it to him when we meet the next day to practice. I fell asleep as I was so tired and my legs were weak from being fucked by such a big dick. I kept smiling to myself since I've been fantasizing about him fucking me a few times but I never imagined it would actually happen -- and it was great. 

I was asleep when I heard the doorbell ring. I was pretty alert since I live alone and it was 11:30 at night. I went to look at the security camera -- it was Alex. 

"Hi sorry I left my racquet here?"

"oh yeah, come in, it's still upstairs in the game room."

We started walking upstairs. 

"Hey how come you're all dressed?" 

"uhh..I was asleep that's why I'm wearing cloud jammies" I laughed a little. I felt a little silly compared to him sometimes. 

He looked at his watch. "Well its still Nude Day, don't you know that?" he said when coming up closely behind me up the stairs. He put his hand on my waist firmly. 

"...Well then, I should go get naked huh? I'll be right back."



Tennis Lessons



Tamara has never been a tennis fan. The fact that she has never been able to master the sport was a major contributor to her dislike. Nevertheless, here she sits, watching Mike play tennis. If Mike were not such a good friend, there is no way she would be wasting her Saturday watching tennis. She and Mike have been friends for years. They had been lovers for about six months; but despite the fact that the sex was fantastic, they decided that they preferred being friends instead of lovers. At least it was nice and sunny today and Tamara could work on her tan, while pretending to watch. 

However, when Tamara sees Mike's opponent, she is instantly interested in this match and also incredibly aroused. Tamara's insanely high sex drive was one of the main reasons that she and Mike decided it would be best for them to remain friends instead of lovers. Mike simply could not keep up with Tamara's need for sex. Therefore, it was not unheard of for Tamara to be instantly aroused by something, someone, or simply a random thought. 

This time it was different. As Tamara watches Mike's opponent, she is captivated by this man. He is several years older than Tamara and Mike. Yet he easily keeps pace with Mike without seeming at all winded and without even sweating, despite the intensity of the match and the heat of the day. His hair shows a fair amount of gray, but his body could only be described as hard. He moves with the grace and power of a tiger and there is something incredibly sensual about his movements. Tamara finds herself watching him intently but does not realize that she is practically panting and licking her lips. As the match comes to an end, Tamara has made her decision, she will have this man. And she knows just where to start. 

As Mike and his opponent walk off of the court, Tamara walks over to meet them. She is aware of the looks that she is receiving. Her legs may not be long but they are shapely and well toned. When she is wearing shorts, as she is today, men always notice and admire her legs. Tamara runs her fingers quickly through her long chestnut hair and tosses it over her shoulders. From the back, the mixture of her shapely legs and her long dark hair receives many appreciative glances and also causes several men to receive an elbow in the ribs from a jealous wife or girlfriend. However, Tamara knows that her best feature is her breasts and the v-neck tank top she is wearing today displays her breasts and cleavage perfectly. As she walks over to Mike and his opponent, she is intent on meeting the man who has effortlessly beaten Mike in tennis and has also equally effortlessly made Tamara extremely horny. 

Tamara walks right past Mike to his opponent. "Hi, I am Tamara. I thoroughly enjoyed watching you defeat Mike this morning. He has been getting a little cocky lately and needed to be taken down a notch or two." As Tamara says this, she leans forward to shake his hand and to allow him a slight peek down her shirt. For Tamara's plan to be a success, she needs to know if this sexy man is at all interested in her. 

Mike smiles to himself. This was the sole reason that he insisted that Tamara come to watch his tennis match with Adam this morning. He knew about Adam's reputation with the ladies and had heard specifics from Jill, a lady whom he met the at the tennis club the other day. According to Jill, Adam was practically insatiable sexually. Mike also knew that it had been a while since Tamara's last lover, and knew from his friendship with Adam that the same was true for him. So, Mike thought that his two friends needed to meet and he could tell from Tamara's actions and Adam's reaction to Tamara that the two of them would be enjoying a great deal of much needed sex soon. 

"Adam, this is my friend Tamara." Mike speaks up when he notices that Adam and Tamara are still shaking hands and eyeing each other hungrily. "I am going to go change since I seem to have worked up quite a sweat. Tamara, why don't you and Adam go have a drink and I will join you shortly?" 

"Hello, Tamara. I must say, it is a pleasure meeting you. Do you play tennis?" Adam asks. He has already decided that he must find a way to have this woman. He ponders trying to get her to walk to his car with him, thinking that she might be receptive to a little backseat fun.

"No, I do not play. However, I have always wanted to learn. Do you ever teach tennis lessons?" Tamara purposely brushes her breasts against Adam's arm as they turn to walk toward the club bar. As she does this, her nipples become instantly hard and a tremor passes through her body. She wanted this man before, now she knows that she must have him. 

"I do not normally offer tennis lessons, but in your case, I will gladly make an exception. So, are you and Mike involved?" Adam has already decided that even if Tamara and Mike are an item, he will have this woman. If they are an item, he knows that he might have to include Mike and make it a threesome. He has shared a woman with his friends before, but the thought of including anyone else does not appeal to him. He wants Tamara all to himself.

Tamara laughs. "Oh, Mike and I are just friends. We fucked each other for about six months or so, but Mike could not keep up with me sexually, so we decided that it would be better if we were just friends."

Adam is relieved. "Would tomorrow morning work for you? I happen to be on vacation for the next week so that would give me plenty of time to work on you. Umm I mean work on teaching you to play. Tennis, to play tennis." 

While he was talking, Tamara had leaned forward and had casually shifted her arms to pull her top down low and pushed her breast up so that Adam could practically see her nipples. The sight of Tamara's tits practically falling out of her tank top has Adam so hard that he can barely complete a sentence. It takes all of his self control to keep from reaching out and sliding Tamara's very large tits out of her tank and bra and right into his mouth. 

Once Mike arrives, the three enjoy a drink and say goodbye. Adam and Tamara set a time to meet the next morning. Tamara leaves quickly, jumping into her classic sports car and drives to the nearest mall. She intends to move quickly with Adam and needs to find the perfect outfit for tomorrow morning as well as the perfect lingerie for the next few days. If she is successful in persuading Adam to come back to her apartment, she plans to make him want to stay for several days, if not the entire week of his vacation. 

Since Tamara owns her own business, she easily makes arrangements to have her assistant manager handle things for as long as needed. As Tamara finishes these arrangements, she decides that a quick visit to her shop might be a nice idea. The beauty of owning a sex toy shop is that Tamara gets to preview all of the new toys at the conventions and there are a couple of items that arrived with the new shipment that she wants to try out. That is, if Adam is willing to experiment. 

Tamara chooses a tennis skirt that is shorter than most tennis skirts, and barely covers her ass. Next she chooses a matching white tank top. Now it is time for a visit to her favorite lingerie shop. Tamara takes her purchases, stops by her shop and then quickly goes by the grocery store for items that can be enjoyed with minimal preparation. 

The next morning finally arrives. Tamara slowly dresses for her tennis lesson with Adam. First she slides on the white sheer thong that she purchased. She normally does not like white underwear but this material will be completely transparent when it becomes damp. And Tamara knows that given the fact that her pussy is practically dripping wet, it will not take long at all for her bare pussy to be completely visible. Next she puts on the matching sheer bra. 

Tamara briefly wonders what it would be like to be one of those cute little blondes at the tennis club who do not need to wear a bra under their top and can let their nipples show through when they get cold or wet. Tamara's breasts are way too big to be able to not wear a bra. However, even wearing a DDD cup bra, Tamara always finds sexy bras to wear. This particular bra is made of the same sheer white material of the thong, so when it gets wet, it too will be transparent. But Tamara's favorite feature of this bra is that it is a cupless bra. The bra has a three inch opening in the nipple area, so when her top becomes wet, her nipples will be completely visible. Likewise, the material of her top rubbing against her bare nipples will make her nipples hard and they will show through her top as well. 

Tamara assesses herself in the mirror to ensure that everything is in place then pulls on her top and the tennis skirt. She moves to pick up her socks and shoes, smiling when she sees in the mirror that bending over places her bare ass nicely on display, with the thong wedged tightly in between the cheeks of her ass. The v-neck of her top shows plenty of cleavage, when she moves, her top rides up to show her belly, and when she stretches, the top barely covers the bottom of her breasts. 

Adam sees Tamara drive up and walk to the court to join him. Based on her walk and her dress, Adam is pretty sure that she is as interested in fucking him as he is in fucking her. He is disappointed that Tamara has her long dark hair in a ponytail but knows that it would be impossible for her to play tennis with it down. Normally he enjoys watching the cute little blondes which are in abundance at the tennis club. And their tight little bodies are so enjoyable to fuck in the back seat of his car. He remembers the last one he enjoyed many months ago. He had his cock buried in her throat when his buddy joined them and pulled off her panties and fucked her while she sucked Adam off. 

But the way that this brunette is built makes him wonder what he had seen in those little blondes. He wonders to himself if he would be able to fit her large tits in his hands and he cannot wait to try. He knows from experience that the best way to assess a woman's eagerness for sex is to find out what kind of panties she chose to wear under her tennis skirt. 

Tamara decides to keep this lesson very informal and instead of greeting Adam with a handshake, she walks right up to him and hugs him. "Thank you so much for agreeing to teach me to play tennis. I am clueless as to how to even hold the racket; so I am sure that I will need a great deal of assistance." 

As she hugs Adam, she arches her back to press her breasts against Adam's chest and to give him an up close view down her top. "So, where do we start?" Tamara asks, stretching her arms up above her head. 

Adam is now positive that Tamara wants him. However, he decides to play along knowing that Tamara's embrace was the beginning of foreplay for the two of them. "We really need to stretch well to prevent damage to muscles and joints." While saying this, he moves slightly to provide enough room for the two of them to stretch but to remain close enough to see exactly what Tamara is wearing under that skirt. 

Stretching is exactly what Tamara was hoping that Adam would say. Since she plays several sports as well as running, Tamara is extremely limber and plans to use this to her advantage today. She spreads her legs apart and leans forward to stretch her legs. Tamara is well aware of the fact that when she does this, her skirt is going to pull up to display her entire ass and when she reaches behind her legs and pulls her head down between her knees, her bare pussy will also be on display since her panties are now soaked and transparent. 

Adam leans forward as if to stretch his legs as well; however, when he sees the way that Tamara is bent over with her bare ass on display, and the fact that he can clearly see her clean shaven pussy through her panties, he considers grabbing her hips and burying his face in her pussy right there on the court. It has been so long since he has had the opportunity to eat a clean shaven pussy. Too many women today have decided to quit shaving their pussy and to go all natural. Adam loves licking a woman's pussy but when he has to battle a jungle to do so, it takes some of the enjoyment out of it. When he notices that Tamara has stood up, he realizes that he has been fantasizing a second too long. 

As Adam is completing his stretches, Tamara walks over to the cooler and grabs them both a bottle of water. She gives one to Adam and opens her bottle. "It is awful hot to be this early in the morning. Sorry, but I need to cool off just a bit." Tamara states as she takes a drink of her water and then pours a stream of water down her cleavage and down her breasts. She is well aware of the fact that it is not hot enough outside to make her sweat, so she decided to help things along by making her nipples even harder because of the cold water and to also make the front of her white shirt wet to cause her hard nipples to become visible through her wet shirt. 

Adam swallows hard. Tamara's underwear is by far the sexiest and skimpiest he has ever seen on the tennis court, or practically anywhere else. It is becoming impossible to hide his rock hard cock under his tight white shorts. He decides that the only way to attempt to make this lesson look legit and to hide his bulging shorts is to teach Tamara to hold a tennis racket. He tries to show her, but she seems to not understand. 

"Adam, maybe if you stand behind me and help me hold it, I will be able to do it properly." Tamara practically purrs these words. In fact, the way she said it, she sounded as if she were saying, "Adam, maybe you should stand behind me and shove that big hard cock into my wet pussy." 

Adam moves behind Tamara and all he can think of is pulling down those sexy panties and pounding his cock into her pussy. Instead, he puts his arms around her to show her the proper technique to hold a tennis racket. 

Once Adam's arms are around her, Tamara can smell his cologne and moans softly in his throat. While Adam is attempting to teach her to hold a racket, all Tamara can think of is Adam pulling down her panties bending her over and pushing his hard cock into her. With this in mind, Tamara moves back against Adam and begins grinding her ass against his hard cock. 

This time her moans are audible and Adam can hear them. He growls in Tamara's ear, "Hold tight to my racket and do not drop it." 

After doing this, Adam releases his hold on the racket. He moves his right hand under Tamara's skirt and begins stroking her pussy through her panties, wanting to drive her wild with desire. With his left hand, he first lifts the back of her skirt to allow him to rub his still clothed cock against her bare ass. Then he slides that hand under the front of Tamara's top and begins pinching and pulling her hard, bare nipples. 

"Why don't we take a walk to my car at the end of the parking lot?" Adam asks, and then suddenly remembers that he rode to the club with a friend since car was in the shop for some routine maintenance. "Oh shit, my car is in the shop." 

"That is not a problem. My car is in the parking lot." Tamara states. 

"Honey, I do not think we will fit well in the back seat of your sports car." Adam says, thinking that this might not end the way he had hoped. 

Tamara chuckles, "I did not mean my back seat. I meant we could drive to my apartment. I live alone. Besides, I believe that we will be much more comfortable there. And since you are on vacation and I have arranged for someone to take care of things at my store, we have all the time that we want and need." 

Adam and Tamara quickly walk to her car, and drive to her apartment. Once inside the apartment, Adam and Tamara turn to each other and begin to kiss. As they kiss, each is trying to tear the other's clothes off. Adam walks them over so that Tamara's back is against the wall, then pulls back, grabs Tamara's hands and holds them over her head, knowing that if she continues touching him the way she has been, he just might cum in his shorts. It has been a long time since a woman has aroused him so much that he has been in any danger of cumming before he chooses to do so. However, Tamara is like no other woman that he has met in a very long time. 

While holding Tamara's hands above her head, Adam takes control over the kiss, arousing her with his mouth and his hands. Kissing and nibbling her throat and collarbone, pushing her top up to allow him access to her tits, he begins sucking and biting Tamara's nipples. As Adam sucks and bites her nipples, Tamara feels an orgasm begin to build. She pushes her tits against Adam's mouth. She tries to pull her hands loose to pull his mouth firmer against her tits, but Adam is much too strong and she cannot get her hands loose. The fact that she is powerless to struggle against Adam's hold should have made Tamara nervous. Instead, it makes her even more aroused. 

Adam notices Tamara's struggle and hears the changes in her breathing, and thinks, "hot damn, she is about to cum and all I have done is suck her tits." At this thought, Adam begins to suck and bite Tamara's nipples even harder. He considers stroking her pussy but decides that he wants to find out if he can make her cum without it. 

As Adam begins to suck and bite harder, Tamara comes even closer to cumming. "Oh yes Adam. Suck my tits. Bite my nipples. Oh Fuck!!!! Yes!!! Yes!! Yeeessssss!" Tamara cries out as she begins to cum, her body shaking, and her cries becoming louder and incoherent. 

Once Tamara calms down slightly, Adam releases her hands and pulls her shirt over her head, the reaches behind her and unclasps her bra to free her breasts. Next he unzips her skirt and allows it to fall to the floor. Now Tamara is standing in front of him wearing a soaking wet thong. Tamara reaches down to remove the thong and Adam stops her, telling her that he will be the one to undress her. 

Adam picks Tamara up and carries her to the bed, which she had turned down before she left this morning. Adam places Tamara in the middle of the bed and removes her socks and shoes. Then he spreads Tamara's legs wide, and begins licking her pussy through the sheer thong. 

Tamara whimpers desperate to feel his tongue directly on her pussy. She begs Adam to remove her panties, and eat her pussy. She promises to do anything that he wants if he will just lick her pussy. This is exactly what Adam wants to hear. After seeing Tamara's ass displayed under her short skirt, with the thong wedged tightly in her ass cheeks, all Adam has been able to think about is ultimately burying his cock deep in her tight ass. 

However, Adam has only found a couple of women who would ever allow him to fuck their ass once they saw his big hard cock. Not only is Adam's cock almost 9 inches long, it is extremely thick, as thick as his wrist. And although women would gladly line up to have Adam fuck their pussy, few would consider allowing him to attempt to fuck their ass and he had only met one who could actually take his entire cock in her ass and she was not willing to do so but once, after that she claimed that it made her too sore. But from what Mike had told him last night about Tamara, he thought she just might be exactly what he had been looking for. 

"So, you will do anything I want, if I will yank off your panties and eat your cunt?" Adam asked. 

"Yes, Yes, anything you want." Tamara replied. She had also done her homework, so she had a good idea about what Adam wanted. 

He did not know it but Tamara loved anal sex, and although she had never had a cock as big as his in her ass, she had also stopped by to pick up vibrating butt plug which expanded to stretch your ass. This was the newest technology in anal toys, but it was ridiculously expensive. So Tamara was eager to try it out to see how well it worked so she could personally recommend it in her store. 




Tennis Lessons



As told by bored housewife and mother Sandy

Chapter One

I sometimes sit and reflect and consider what was the one thing -- maybe the one event - that caused such a change in my life. I guess that some would suggest it was the sudden upgrade in our lifestyle and our overall way of life. A year ago, my husband Gary was headhunted by one of those executive search organisations to head up a new division for a large multi-national company.

Oh, it was so exciting for us because Gary's annual income leapt enormously from a just comfortable $130,000 per annum to $400,000 plus share options and all of these additional perks. Like the membership of that exclusive country club. Oh dear, that's it ... that club, that was the catalyst for a lot of my problems.

Oh, I should tell you ... my name is Sandy -- well, actually I was christened Sandra, but everybody calls me Sandy. I was 40 then and Gary was 42. We married reasonably young, at 22 and 24 and our two children are now 17 and 15. I won't tell you their names because they are not involved in my story and I don't want to give any more clues as to who we really are. It would be so embarrassing if our friends or even Gary's work associates and clients found out what I have been up to.

I know the name Sandy might imply a blonde beach babe, but nothing could be further from the truth. We don't live anywhere near a beach and I am a redhead, always have been, no dyes have been through my hair. If I was asked to describe myself, the word that comes to mind would be attractive, and I say that with due modesty. I think that I was always a pretty girl growing up.

But Gary insists that I am beautiful, a compliment which I appreciate and that makes me feel good when I might have a down day. A few of my girlfriends tell me he's right, so I will leave it to you -- the reader -- to form your own picture of me in your own minds. I am 5'7" and I work out a fair bit to still maintain a good body now that I have reached 40. My breasts are 36-inch in the old numbers and they still retain a reasonable shape, even though the word perky would have been dispensed with back around the time I breast-fed both my boys.

By working out regularly, I have a 24-inch waist. What did they once call it ... an hour-glass figure? Well, the bottom has blown out to 37. Could that be all the sex I've been getting? Oh dear, I am getting ahead of myself, talking about all the sex, so I best start back at the beginning of this chapter in my life ... one year ago.

When Gary was headhunted for the new job, we did have a family discussion about it one night. I think it went for 5 minutes, and then, given the extraordinary rise in our family income, we all agreed that it was just too good to pass up. He did warn me -- and the kids -- that he might not be around as much. I guess Gary already knew that if a company was going to pay him $400,000 a year, they wanted their pound of flesh -- and more.

At the end of the first week, Gary and I sat down after dinner to review how he felt about his new career path. Basically, he was still riding on cloud nine, so then he started to reel off the subsidiary perks of the job. "Honey, they have arranged a membership for both of us at the Elanora Country Club. They have suggested that a large number of our clients are members there and it will be beneficial for us to eat there at least two or three nights a week ... on the expense account of course."

"What about the kids?" was my first thought, "we insist to them that even as they grow older, we still like them to sit down with us for dinner as a family. Now we're going to be telling them something different."

"No, we can still eat as a family, maybe they can join us at the club for one of those nights, and on the other two, you could leave them something to heat up. They'll obviously have homework to do, so it's best they stay at home."

"Oh I don't know Gary, they're at a vulnerable age, we don't want to be pushing them away. We need to be around if they feel a need to talk ... you know, about the temptations of drugs and bad girls and things."

"Honey, we will see a lot of them, it's just that we will have dinner out a few nights. I thought you'd be happy about that."

"Oh I am, don't get me wrong, not having to cook and stuff. I just don't want to appear hypocritical to the kids, nor do I want them to think that we don't care anymore, just because you've become this successful high-powered executive."

"The other thing about being members of the country club is that the company want us to really get involved, play some sport. I'm going to play golf a lot more regularly than I did in the past ... and I was thinking about tennis for you."

"What?" looking back now, I guess I kind of screamed my surprise at him, "Gary, you know I've never been a sports person. Sure, I love to work out, a bit of jogging, sit on the bike, but as for hitting a ball around, you'd have to be joking."

"They suggested that you should play something as well as me, because a lot of the wives of my clients are going to be into golf or tennis at the club."

"Gary, who is this they that you keep referring to. Are they the high and mighty?"

"Well sort of, most of the time it's the chairman of the board."

"Well darling, you work for him, but I don't, and I won't be taking up tennis."

"Honey you're right of course, you don't work for the company, but hear me out. Our lifestyle has just risen by over 200 per cent, and because you're married to me, you are an immediate beneficiary of that. We can afford a better home, our humble Toyota family car is now yours because they've given me a new Mercedes. Because we'll be eating out at the club half the week, that's less time you'll spend in the kitchen."

"Darling, I see your point, but you must know how ridiculous that is, the thought of me playing some sort of ball sports."

"I thought of golf at first, since I'm going to be playing that a lot, but I couldn't really see you as a golfer. But tennis ... how hard can that be? You've only got to hit the ball back over the net ... and you can have lessons, as many as it takes. The club has a tennis pro, I checked it out already ... in fact, two tennis pros 'cause the guy's son now works with him."

"I suppose you've already signed me up for these damn lessons?"

"No honey, I wouldn't be that presumptuous, but I did go check it out with Chuck, that's the tennis pro and he has a program for people who haven't played before. So you can learn from scratch."

I turned a pregnant pause into a very long silence where we both watched each other, perhaps waiting for the other to break. Eventually, I said reluctantly, "Oh okay, I will give it a try, but that's all, no other guarantees at this stage. If I don't like it or I can't do it, then I'm giving it up."

"Okay honey, but at least stick with it for a few weeks, don't walk out after the first lesson. You being able to play a sport and to mix with members' wives could be very important to us in my dealings with the clients we'll meet at the club."

So a week later, I found myself at the club, down by the tennis courts and knocking on the open door at the tennis pro shop. "Anyone here?" I called.

I peeped inside, it was a really small shop with a counter the only furniture. Around the walls there were tennis racquets of course, I assumed they were all for sale. Over to one side, on the left wall, there were racks of shoes that I would guess were specialist footwear for playing on a tennis court. I mean, at that stage, I didn't know much about the sport.

Up on another wall, there was clothing ... tees and shorts for the guys and dresses and skirts for the women, even some frilly underwear. They had a lot of tennis gear crammed into this tiny shop. I had stepped inside by now and on the counter I saw that there was a large diary open in which I guess the coaching bookings were listed. I read upside down and saw my name down in the 10am to 11am slot.

A guy appeared from behind a curtain that led to some other room behind the shop. I guessed it was probably a stock room. The man who emerged looked to fit the typical sports pro image to a tee. Tall, about 5'10", well proportioned body with a six-pack stomach, he was wearing grey shorts and a striped collared tee shirt. His hair was what you would call sun-bleached, sort of blonde with dark bits through it. "Hi, I'm Chuck, you must be Sandy?"

My God, his name was Chuck ... I had to stifle a laugh. He was right out of the book of stereotypes. I had always avoided his type, both in my early courting days when my girlfriends and I were assessing every guy we met as a future partner, and the lecherous ones in recent times who hung around my gym trying to hit on every woman -- young or old.

"Hello Chuck, yes I'm Sandy and I have to warn you from the outset that I have never been into ball sports so you have a challenge on your hands."

"Yes you did already tell me that on the phone. Well, we'll see what we can do," as he was saying that he was looking me up and down, just like a guy in a bar about to hit on a woman. "...but I can't believe that an attractive sporty looking woman like yourself has never played with balls."

He let his comment hang in the air and he supported it with a supercilious smile that suggested that I should draw some dirty insinuation from his blatant innuendo. I know his name is Chuck and he looks to be the typical jock, although an ageing one, but did he really expect me to draw a sexual connotation from his playing with balls comment?

I guessed that he could be around my age, especially given that Gary had mentioned that Chuck's son was now a junior tennis pro at the club. So his son could be around our eldest boy's age.

"No, I don't think I have," I told him, answering the playing with balls suggestion and immediately raising my defences.

"I find it hard to believe that you've led such a sheltered life. But just because you've never played with balls, that doesn't mean you're not gonna be good at it, particularly under my coaching. I've gotta say you look incredibly fit. If you don't play sports, you must work out a lot."

"Oh I do, have to keep my body trim."

I felt a little uneasy as he looked me up and down again. "You're succeeding at that Sandy, you look really great!"

I let the guard down just a little to accept the compliment, as we do, don't we girls, "Thank you, you're very kind."

I knew that I wasn't dressed appropriately for tennis. Unaware of what I should wear, I had worn my tight black lycra bike pants that I wear to the gym but with a frilly floral skirt over it to add a touch of modesty. On the top, I had a black tee shirt and I suddenly realised it had white writing across my chest that said, 'Excellent Growth Potential.' What on earth had caused me to put this one on this morning? Gary had bought it for me at a novelty tourist shop when we were on holidays last year. He picked that one because I rejected all the others there as being way too suggestive.

Wearing something like this in front of a stereotypical sports jock like Chuck was bound to draw comment. "Like your tee shirt too," he said, "but I don't know if you need any more growth in them, they look just fine, a pretty pair of handfuls just the way they are."

I felt my face flush, "I don't normally wear this when I go out, I don't know what possessed me today. It's probably very inappropriate for this club," I told him, trying to ignore his handful comment.

"Don't worry about it Sandy, I love it. Yes, there are probably a few wealthy dowagers here that wouldn't see the fun in it, but they need to just chill out."

He came around from behind the counter and stepped up close to me ... a bit too close, I felt that he was invading my space and I took a step back in response.

"We better get started, I'm on the clock from now, so I don't want to waste your money. We'll go out and have a hit and see how much work needs to be done and then when we come in, I'll suggest that you might like to have a look through our clothing range. This stuffy old club likes the members to dress appropriately."

"Believe me, I'll never wear this tee shirt again, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Babe, don't fret the small stuff, what I meant was that we should get you outfitted in some attractive tennis gear. You're gonna look great out there and that's the first part. If you look good, you feel good and then it doesn't matter if you can't play for shit."

"I don't even have a racquet."

"That's okay, not only have I got the balls, I've brought the racquets too."

Good God, was he still trying those corny double entendre ball lines? I ignored it again and fell in beside him as he left the shop carrying two racquets. I was curious that he didn't actually have any balls that I could see. But when we got to the court, it became obvious that he uses this particular court for practice regularly. There were balls scattered everywhere.

"Come and stand here to start, you won't have to run far because I'll hit the balls straight to either side of you. I want you to turn your body and bring the racquet around like this. Watch the ball all the way onto the racquet."

He demonstrated how he wanted me to hit the ball and I thought to myself, 'Yeah right, like that's gonna happen.'

The first two balls that he hit to me I missed completely with air swings, but my racquet actually connected with the third one although it ended up in the net. "Woo hoo, that was great!" he shouted to me encouragingly. It actually made me feel good that I had achieved something that until today I had thought would be impossible. So I buckled down and hit two of the next three, one even going over the net and back to somewhere near Chuck.

We did some hitting for about 10 minutes and then he went away to get a machine that sat in the corner of the court. He wheeled it over and positioned it where he had previously been standing on the other side of the net. Then Chuck came around to my side and walked right up to me. Talk about his being in my space as I had suggested before ... this time, he stepped around behind me and almost fitted himself to my body from behind. His right arm came around my right arm and he placed his hand over mine on the racquet.

I felt quite threatened by the press of his body so intimately close to mine. No man other than Gary had been this close to me in the 18 years of my marriage. I needed to challenge why he had to be so close, "Do we have to do this ... like this I mean?"

"Sure ... why, does it make you feel uncomfortable? It shouldn't you know. I am very professional, this is the way all tennis coaches teach a new player how to grip the racquet and swing into the ball."

"If I had a teenage daughter, you wouldn't be teaching her this way."

"Do you feel that its sexual, Sandy?

My body fidgeted around, unable to stay still with the shape of him moulded up against me. I could feel the front of his muscular body in contact with the back of me almost everywhere from head to toe. I was probably even pushing my hips out in front, just to keep my arse from pushing back against his pelvis.

"Err, sort of ... what I mean is, it could be construed as sexual." I looked across at the other courts and up at the club balcony where members and their guests were sipping their morning coffees. "I mean, I wonder what those people would think, looking over here and seeing us standing like this."

"Well babe, they see it every day when I'm coaching. But tell me, are you more worried about how it looks to others than how it feels to you?"

"Err, I don't know ... yes maybe ... yes, how it might look, that does worry me."

"If it's more about appearances to you, then does that mean you're okay about how this feels."

"Don't put words in my mouth please Chuck."

"There's something special I'd like to put in your mouth," he mumbled quietly. I wasn't sure if he intended for me to hear that.

"Chuck, you are extremely close to overstepping the mark here," I warned him. "I should point out that I am not to be your latest plaything ... I am only here to learn to play tennis, so how about we get on with that?"

Still standing tightly up against my back, he called out loudly, "Mark!" and almost from nowhere this young man who looked only about 18 or 19 suddenly appeared at the other end of the court. There was a strong resemblance to Chuck and I guessed that this must be the son that Gary had mentioned. Mark was a very good looking young man ... his hair was all blonde, he had a great tan and was muscular without looking like a body builder. I could imagine that he would be a winner with the teenage girls that came to the club with their parents.

Mark took up a position at the machine, which turned out to be a ball distributor. It fired tennis balls just to my right much the same way that Chuck had, only this time Chuck was on my side of the net, guiding my arm and my hand on the racquet to hit back every ball that came at me. He was very good at teaching me how to swing the racquet, but I still felt awkward that his powerful male body continued to make contact with my back and my arse and my legs.

I was so self consciously aware of his pelvis pressing against my arse. I could now feel the bulge of a cock there and each time I swung the racquet he pressed it against me, and I brought my lower body forward to try to escape his carnal touch. That in turn so distracted me that I missed each ball that came at me whenever I felt that bulge against my arse cheeks.

"You have to concentrate more," he sounded almost exasperated that I was still missing hitting balls even with his hand on mine on the racquet.

"I am distracted by how close you are to me, I am not used to having a strange man in my space."

"Why didn't you say so?" he asked and to my relief, I felt him step back away from me, his hand coming off my hand on the racquet. "You just try hitting them on your own."

You guessed it, I didn't hit many, leading him to say after I had missed six in a row, "Do you see now why I teach the way I do? At this stage on day one, you cannot hit the ball without my helping hand."

I was indignant that he would try to blame me now, "I might be better if it was only your hand trying to help me."

"What are you suggesting Sandy?

"You know very well what I'm talking about," I told him as I turned around to confront him, unintentionally stepping into the path of the balls coming from the machine. I felt one hit me hard on my arse cheek. "Ow!" I squealed, "that hurt!"

Chuck reached out to pull me from the path of the fired balls before another hit me. "That could bruise," he suggested, "would you like me to kiss it better? I am told that a man's kiss on a bruise on the soft skin of a lady's arse works wonders ... clears it up in no time."

"You never stop trying, do you?"

"Go on, you like it, all women do. Don't take offence, it's just a bit of harmless flirting. I do it with all of my women clients because they all love it. I've never met a woman yet who took offence at it."

"You might just have met that woman, Chuck. You don't appeal to me, you with all your sexual innuendo and your super-confident 'I can have any woman I want' attitude. This is one woman that doesn't want to melt in your arms, to succumb to your double entendre one-liners."

"Well, I have to consider myself dressed down by my new client ... but hey, that sounds like the perfect challenge to me."

"Don't waste your time. Now, do you want to just teach me to play tennis or will I take up golf instead?"

"Oh shit, don't do that, the golf pro Ed is worse than me. I'm into just a bit of harmless flirting, but he would have your panties off before you've completed the first three holes and be in your first hole before the fourth."




Tennis Lessons



I was not liking Chuck's constant obsession with sex nor his crass descriptions. I paused and considered turning on my heels and getting out of there. I was pretty sure that I could express my concerns strongly enough to Gary that he would condone my dropping out of tennis lessons. But then I thought that my husband might insist that I had to do one or the other. If so, golf lessons with Ed might be worse than tennis lessons, that is if lecher Chuck is to be believed.

"Can you give me a minute?" I asked and Chuck nodded, withdrawing to give me a moment on the court on my own. He went around the net to talk quietly to his son. I guessed that I might be the topic of their conversation.

I wrestled with making a decision on whether to drop the tennis lessons. I wouldn't miss it, but I knew that Gary would be very disappointed in me. He had even said not to give it away after only one lesson. I resolved to try a bit harder. "Okay Chuck," I called to him, "let's try and make this work."

The club tennis pro came back around the net, approaching me. I continued, "But now that you know how I feel, can you just try and respect me and my feelings? I love my husband and I am not interested in having a little bit on the side ... or whatever you call it these days."

"You got it babe, I'll be on my best behaviour and we'll make a good tennis player out of you yet."

I smiled at him for the first time.

"That's better, love your smile," he said, "you should smile a lot more ... you're a very beautiful woman, you know."

"No I don't know that," I retorted.

"Well you should, because you are. Now let's see if I can get my hard-on to go down and I'll set about teaching you to play tennis."

My smile turned into a glare, "See what I mean, you can't help yourself. Just get it into your head that I am not in the least interested in your erections."

Ignoring my glare, he told me defiantly, "Yeah, but it's only early days. I told you I like challenges."

I resumed my position on the court and waited expectantly for Mark to start firing balls out of the machine again. Undaunted by my previous comments, Chuck moved in behind me again. However, this time I knew what to expect and I forced myself not to come across too prim and proper. After all, it was only a tennis lesson out in the middle of a very public court. There was no opening in my bike pants for him to force that hard-on through. I convinced myself that I had complete control of the situation.

But as I felt that bulge in his shorts push itself up against one of my lycra-covered arse cheeks, I did for the first time wonder if that would always be the case. I couldn't see why not! When I first became interested in boys, and right up until Gary swept me off my feet, I had seen a lot of Chuck's type. He fitted such a pattern ... considered himself something of a jock, super confident that he could have any woman that crossed his path.

Gary was the complete opposite of Chuck. Quiet, reserved, very intelligent and quite intellectual. An unkind person might categorise him as a nerd, but I would rather label that as studious. None of that stopped him from being very loving and he had certainly kept me satisfied and content for all these years. I might have wondered from time to time what other guys would be like, but I doubt that I had ever contemplated doing anything that might jeopardise our good marriage. Chuck was certainly not the type that you would want to risk everything over.

The bulge in front of his pelvis that continued to brush against my arse was definitely bigger now than it had been when he had made that first tentative contact that I had tried desperately to avoid. Nevertheless, I had laid out what I considered were now the ground rules and we continued the lesson with me conscious that his erection was constantly there and he was suitably put in his place. At least that's the way I looked at it.

Chuck continued to use his technique of fitting the front of his body to the back of mine whenever he wanted to demonstrate the way that I should swing the racquet or to volley ... and when he taught me the differences of playing a backhand shot.  

We eventually got through the hour. I had worked up quite a sweat and the lycra bike pants felt like they were sticking to me. I was eager to get them off but I hadn't brought a change of clothes, so I would have to wait until I got home to shower.

Chuck and I returned to his little shop. "Now Sandy, can I interest you in some of our range of tennis dresses and skirts. I guess those sneakers are okay, but you might prefer tennis shoes. Then there's the matter of a racquet for you."

"Yes, I guess I will need all of that stuff, but I might leave that until I come next time. I really do have to get away quickly now."

"Can I book you in for your next lesson?"

"Err ... yes, I guess so," I was hesitating, several times through this first lesson I had contemplated walking out on the deal. But at least, after I had told him that his approach didn't get to me, he did mellow, so I might give him another chance. "Chuck, Thursday's good for me, what time have you got?"

"Only the afternoon on Thursday, say about 2, is that alright with you?"

"Yeah, I can do that," I told him and I quickly departed. I began to feel better when I was away on my own once more. He had an intimidating presence about him and it seemed like he enjoyed getting into my space.

I got back to my car and sat down behind the wheel. My bike pants felt clammy and I lifted up the loose frilly skirt that I had used as a modesty garment over them. I looked down at my crotch and thighs, fortunately the pants were black because they were quite wet between the tops of my thighs. I had assumed that it was sweat, but when I touched my fingers to my crotch, it struck me that it could be my own feminine juices leaking out of me. What would have caused that to happen in the middle of a tennis lesson? Could it actually have been the unwanted contact of Chuck's erection against my arse?

I sat in my car seat with my legs spread and my fingers swiping at the dampness within my crotch. It actually became a slight rubbing of my fingers over my crotch because they felt nice at this time. A tapping on my car window startled me back to reality. I looked up and there was Chuck's face at the window, right alongside me. Embarrassed to be caught by Chuck with my fingers at my crotch, my face flushed but it seemed to take ages before I retrieved my fingers and pressed the button to lower the window. "What, what is it?" I gasped in annoyance as I attempted to recover my dignity.

"You left your handbag on the counter," Chuck told me as he handed it to me through the car window with a knowing grin that indicated how he interpreted the scene he had just come across. I expect that he would think that I had been using my fingers to seek relief from the arousal I must have felt at having been so near to him. I sat there for awhile pondering how I could possibly return for more lessons. Chapter Two

Gary and I had become very honest with each other over 18 years of marriage. We told each other everything, neither had any reason to hold anything back. I recall him telling me when there was a particular PA at work who came on to him. That's how honest we were with each other. He would come home nightly during that period and relate the latest tale of how she flaunted herself to him or dropped tempting implications. Nothing ever came of that and eventually the young woman moved on.

Similarly, a few of Gary's less close and loyal friends would occasionally hit on me, usually at a party we might attend. I would always tell Gary afterward and we would have a great chuckle over their feeble attempts. Gary and I were just that sort of couple, we loved each other and saw nothing in anyone else to tempt us from the path.

For that reason, I cannot to this day fathom why when Gary came home that night and asked, "Honey, how did your first tennis lesson go?" my answer did not seem to come from the thoughts that summed up the day.

Without having pre-considered my answer, I just said, "Oh not bad darling, by the end of the hour, I was at least hitting the ball back over the net most of the time."

Gary laughed, "That's good because isn't that the objective of the game?"

"Yes it is! Oh by the way, I might have to give the credit card a bit of a bash, I need to wear the right clothes to play tennis, and of course I'll need a racquet."

"You've got the new card the company gave us, haven't you? Use that because anything to do with the country club is a business expense. So how was the pro, did you get on well with him?"

Okay, now this was my chance, I would have expected me to say, 'He pissed me off actually, bit on himself, kept making suggestive comments, you know, sexual ones and he rubbed his cock up against my arse, it felt at least half erect. I can tell you I wasn't happy with him, thought of complaining to the club about him.'

Yes, that's what I would have said in all the 18 years of our marriage ... surely! But I surprised even myself when these words came out of my mouth, "He's very good at what he does, a bit cocky, but I guess that goes with the territory. He says I'll need about 10 lessons until I'm at the point where I could play against other club members' wives and not embarrass you."

So where did that come from? True, the words came out of my mouth, but they weren't words I would have used a few hours ago, like when I was driving home from the club feeling humiliated that Chuck had seen me with my fingers at my crotch. Especially too given the manner in which he had talked to me and the suggestive body contact with his erection rubbing up against my arse.

So what had changed during the afternoon as I reflected on my day? Well, I guess for a start, I came home, rolled down my bike pants and stepped into the shower. And while the warm water cascaded down over my body, my fingers went to my naturally already-wet clitoris and brought myself to a shuddering orgasm that left me standing shakily in the shower stall on very wobbly legs.

Getting myself off was not a regular occurrence for me, maybe a couple of times a year. I didn't normally feel the need because Gary was quite an attentive husband and usually managed to make me orgasm during sex. So was it that secret sexual encounter under the shower that caused me to tell my husband a pasteurised homogenised version of how my tennis lesson had gone?

Thursday came and I even found myself quite excited at the prospect of seeing Chuck and having my second lesson. I still couldn't understand myself. This man was the type that I had always avoided, the type that I would send packing when they had tried to hit on me when I was single.

After I showered, this time without the additional benefits, I put on a bra and panties that were among my slinkiest lingerie, not the type that one might normally wear for sport, but I didn't think of that at the time. I ran my hands over my arse, feeling the silky touch of the material on my arse cheeks. Then I went through most of the slacks in my wardrobe trying to find a pair that replicated that silky feel when they were over my sexy panties.

None did, so I got to the club 15 minutes before my lesson and went straight to the pro shop. Chuck was behind the counter eating lunch. "Oh hi Sandy, you're early."

"Yes I know, on purpose. I couldn't find anything appropriate in my wardrobe that said tennis gear, so I figured I could buy a dress to wear from today on."

Chuck's smile broadened, "Great, let's find you something that compliments your beauty."

I blushed, "Oh don't say that, you'll embarrass me."

"No, it's true, you are a very beautiful woman. Now, over here we should have something that will work for you. I'm thinking pink or sky blue."

I picked out a sky blue dress that really appealed to me. "Is there a change room here?"

"Err, not actually, we generally use the back of the stock room behind the curtain, if you don't mind."

Chuck pulled the curtain aside and led me back into a room no bigger than the tiny shop out front. There were boxes of stock piled high, but back behind them there was a couch and a mirror on the wall beside it. "Here you go!"

I paused beside the couch and waited for Chuck to retreat back into the shop. For a moment, it looked like Chuck intended to stay while I stripped down to my sexy panties and bra to try on the dress, but eventually he realised that I wouldn't start with him there. I looked around me at the cluttered little room and hoped that he didn't have any hidden camera set up. I don't know why that thought came to me, maybe just that he kind of oozed sleaze.

I dropped my slacks and lifted my blouse over my head and stood a moment or two to admire my still shapely body, wearing the silky lingerie, in the mirror. I might be 40, I thought, but I can still turn a few male heads. I even half turned so I could check out my arse in the mirror. Then I began to wonder about my selection of lingerie for my second lesson. It was hardly appropriate to wear under a tennis dress that I was about to try on. I mean, the dress would barely cover my crotch. I had seen enough snippets of tennis on TV to know that the dresses flew up when the women played and the viewer could often see their panties.

Continuing to check myself out, I became concerned that I was coming on a bit strong. Looking in the mirror, I could see that from behind, my silky panties were transparent enough for the indentation between my arse cheeks to show through as a dark line. And from the front, the silky material had caught in the lips of my pussy. Gary had once told me what they called that ... oh yes, a camel toe.

Even the material of the bra that I wore was see-through and I could easily make out my stiffened nipples. Good God, why were they aroused? Oh well, at least the top of the tennis dress I had picked was not see-through.

I put the dress on and liked it immediately. I wore it back out into the shop, "Yes, this is good, I'll take it."

"Great!" said Chuck and then pointed to a chair, "I've picked out some tennis shoes and a pair of socks, you might want to try them on."

I sat down and began to remove my sneakers. Then, just like you would expect to see in any shoe shop, Chuck dropped to his knees directly in front of me and began to prepare the new shoes for me to slip my feet into. 'This could be a bit embarrassing,' I thought, 'in this short dress, any movement of my legs as I shift my feet in and out of the shoes will reveal my silky panties and the camel toe.'

I purposely locked my eyes onto his, watching every movement of his eyes, silently telling him that I would know if he dared to steal a peek between my thighs. But I had disregarded how sexually forward this man was, he had no shame, he was blatantly sexual and didn't care if his target woman knew that.

Chuck pulled the laces back until there was an easy opening for me to slip my right foot into the right shoe. Then he lifted my leg up high and placed the foot in the shoe on his left shoulder. "There you go," he said, "you can tie the laces yourself, make them as tight or loose as you need for comfort."

His move had taken me by surprise because by placing my foot on his shoulder, my bent knee was raised up higher than his eye level and he could easily see clearly in between my parted legs ... one thigh flat on the chair but the other raised at an angle. What's more, it didn't matter that I had locked my eyes on his, watching every move they made, because his eyes were brazenly staring directly at my crotch. There was no pretence on his part of stealing furtive glances as most guys might do, hoping that I wouldn't notice. I did think of dropping my hand down to cover my crotch but then because he wanted me to tie my own laces, I needed both hands free for that.

My second tennis lesson hadn't even started yet and again, I was feeling sexually assaulted, just like on that first day when he rubbed his cock against my arse cheeks while standing tightly behind me, allegedly to instruct me in how to hit the ball.

As I began to tighten and then tie the laces, I watched his eyes staring intently into my crotch where I was covered -- if you could call it that -- by panties so flimsy that he must surely be able to make out the line of my pussy lips. I had earlier noted the camel toe when I looked in the mirror. He would be ale to see that, make out the outline of those lips down there. Oh God, what had I been thinking to wear lingerie like that to a tennis lesson. What sort of message did it send him? Obviously the wrong message, I noted, as my eyes dropped and saw the bulge in his shorts as he knelt on the floor in front of me. Had I done that, did I cause his erection by what he could see or was he already horny before I arrived?

I finished tying the laces on one of my new tennis shoes and said, "Done!" Chuck lifted the foot off his shoulder but then raised the other to the other shoulder, only momentarily looking up at me before his eyes zeroed in once more on my revealing crotch. I tightened and tied those laces as quickly as I could and put my raised foot back flat on the floor, ending his side-show.

"How do they feel?" he asked.

I stood up and walked around a little, "They're good, I think you picked the size in one."

"I get pretty good at it after a while," he said, "working out the right sizes of a woman, that is. You might have thought that I meant the other thing, I've always been good at that."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, annoyed that he was becoming sexually confronting again, given my harsh words to him the other day.

"I think you do, you know what it's all about ... it's a game with women, particularly in a wealthy country club like this."

"It's not a game with me, the only game I am interested in is playing tennis."

He gave me a long lingering look that scared me. The way he looked at me, I thought for a moment he was going to whisk me back through the curtain, back to that couch in the stock room. He seemed to have a lustful look in his eyes.

Instead, he picked up two racquets, "Well then, we better get to it then," and he headed out the door of the shop, "Come on, I need to teach you some more stuff."

I lingered behind for a moment. When I was sure that he had left and I was on my own, I slipped one hand down under the tennis dress and swiped my fingers into that camel toe crease in my panties. Sure enough, my worst fears were realised, they were quite wet, it could only be from my juices again. How embarrassing was that? When he stared at my crotch, he could probably see the dampness, but what's worse, his face was so close down there that he might have smelt the aroma of sex around me. I held my own fingers up under my nose and sure enough, I could smell me now.

We had another full hour on the court. Thankfully, he didn't stand up close behind me this time. He was across the net from me and we actually played some tennis, hitting it back and forth although not keeping score. He made me run around more than the first day by not always hitting back to where I stood. I guessed that he might be doing that so that I would run and stretch for the ball and my dress would fly up, revealing those silky panties.

When the hour was over, I collapsed into a courtside chair. "I thought you were fit," Chuck said, "I mean, you work out don't you?"

"Yes I do, and I thought I was fit too, but you ran me ragged out there. Oh God, I'm bushed."

"Better get some fluids into you," he suggested, but then couldn't help himself from turning his remark into something crass, "I can think of some fluid I'd like to get into you, but we better just settle on water for now."




Tennis Lessons



"You never stop, do you? Even after I told you the other day that I have no interest in a sports jock like you, you still keep on."

"That's just me, what you see is what you get." Chuck was even blatant enough to punctuate his words by using one hand to grasp a hold of the bulge in his shorts, "It's the whole package."

"Well, not for me thanks."

He left the court and I followed him to the pro shop. I put my racquet down on the chair I had used before. Chuck had slipped behind the curtain, but quickly reappeared holding up two garments for me to see. I quickly realised that it was a bra and a pair of panties that you would only wear to play tennis. They had frills all across the arse part but they were certainly more demure than what I was wearing today.

"I would like to give you these to go with your new outfit," he said, holding them out to me.

"Give me, what do you mean give me? I don't want your gifts, I'll pay for them if they suit me."

"No you won't, I didn't have to pay for them so I am giving them to you. The manufacturer leaves me samples from time to time, these are samples, they didn't cost me anything."

"What's the catch?" I asked, knowing that there had to be one.

"Only that you model them for me, go back to the stock room and put them on and show me how they fit. I just need to see how they look, how snug they fit, on one of our players so I can recommend the range to others."

"I guess you want to see them without the tennis dress on?"

"Yes of course, I have to check the way they fit, whether the panties are snug at the crotch, and whether the bra cups can hold the breasts securely. You're quite a large woman in that area."

"No thanks, I'll buy something appropriate."

"I only thought of offering them to you because you have such a great set..."

"Are you referring to my breasts?"

"Yeah, they're great tits ... a real handful! But they will be uncomfortable when you play tennis if you don't have a sports bra. That one you have on today didn't support them at all. They just bounced around all the time."

"I bet you liked that!"

"I did as a matter of fact, loved to see them moving, but I'm only thinking of you and your comfort. And I am hesitant to say this, but your panties today ... I mean, I loved them and they would be so appropriate if I was stripping them off your body for foreplay. But as underwear for tennis, it would upset the establishment here if you were to wear them on the court, a bit too sexy for this place."

"I appreciate your concern for me," I told him with a degree of sarcasm dripping off my comment. "I will take your advice but I will pay for anything that I need to wear, underwear included."

"The offer still stands, take them," and Chuck thrust the garments into my hands, "but just remember, you can't wear them on the court until you have modelled them for me. I can wait until you're ready."

"You'll be waiting a long time, they will be staying in my drawer at home," I answered defiantly.

I kept my new tennis dress and my sexy panties on until Gary came home from work. I showed off my new sports ensemble and he looked like he approved. But we had to wait until after dinner, until our boys had adjourned to their rooms to do their homework. Then I lured Gary into our bedroom much earlier in the night than usual and jumped his bones. I was the aggressor, pushing him down on the bed and sitting astride his body. I slipped my damp silky panties off and dangled them above his face before dropping them over his nose. I heard him sigh when he breathed in my aroma deeply.

He looked like he approved when I reached down between my thighs and guided his upright cock to the opening of my vagina. There was no need to wait for foreplay, I had been constantly wet all day, ever since the tennis lesson. I raised my body up then lowered it down over the head of his vertical shaft, taking it into my body. I watched a smile of contentment come over Gary's face as my vagina engulfed his cock.

I was completely wild and uninhibited and I managed to hit my peak quickly and get myself off before I slammed my body down over and over again on his erection. Until Gary could hold back no longer and he came inside me violently, painting my insides with a spray of cum that did this 42-year-old man proud.

"Wow, what got into you?" he asked when we both came down from our sexual high.

"I'd say you just did," I told him with a broad and satisfied smile -- and an innuendo that would have done Chuck proud.

"I know that, but what caused you to take control like that ... to be on top? I can't recall the last time you did that."

I couldn't answer him. Of course, I wouldn't want to tell him that even after only 2 lessons, Chuck and I were embroiled in some sort of sexual by-play where he would be constantly suggestive and I would try to rebuff him and play hard-to-get. No, I couldn't tell him that because besides it giving Gary the thought that I might one day cheat on him, I really didn't know myself why I was letting this little sexual charade with Chuck continue.

So instead of introducing the spectre of Chuck and his sleazy come-on lines into our marriage, I simply said, "Darling, I felt so good after my tennis lesson today, with my new gear and all, that I felt like giving you a sexual treat tonight. Just to show you how much I am enjoying our new lifestyle."

"That's great honey, because I was really concerned that the upheaval of change that we're going through with my new job might affect our marriage, could see you unhappy ... and I don't want that. I am happy when I see you happy ... just keep doing what you're doing, it's working."

Oh dear me, don't give me that advice (keep doing what I'm doing) because I wasn't sure what I was doing. But whatever it was, I was worried that I was getting myself into something that I may not be able to handle. I still couldn't plausibly explain to myself why I hadn't been truthful with Gary about the way that Chuck behaved on our first lesson. Chapter Three

Another day and another lesson! Chuck started out teaching me how to serve the ball. Toss it up high and then bring the racquet through hard sending the ball over the net and into the opposite court. This man -- this jock -- was so unsubtle that after he had shown me what to do, he lay down on the court behind me ... he said it was so he could assess my every serve.

But he hadn't chosen that unusual position just to judge my serving. From where he lay, Chuck could see my tennis dress fly up almost to my waist every time I reached up to serve the ball. He could see the white cotton panties that I wore today, a snug fit encasing my arse. I was glad that I had worn the white cotton and not anything as revealing as the silky panties I had worn last time.

"Getting a good view down there?" I asked with exasperation after about 10 minutes.

"A perfect view, I just love it. Have I told you that you've got a great arse."

"No you haven't so far, only that I've got good breasts. I thought you were supposed to be checking on my ability to serve the ball."

"From down here I can do both, and why wouldn't I ... you've still got a great figure. You're gonna make some of the other wives jealous around here, particularly when you start wearing the panties and bra I gave you. Are you ready to show me what they look like without the dress yet?"

"Certainly not!" I was as emphatic as I could be so he wasn't left with some lingering hope that I might relent.

I stepped over near to his supine body and reached forward to pick up another ball to serve. He admonished me, "Didn't I tell you before, when you're picking up a ball, bend over away from me."

"Why, so that you can check out my arse?"

"Of course, what do you think I'm here for. Even in those plain cotton panties, I can still make out the dark shadow of the crease of your arse ... it is so sexy."

I looked back down at him, stretched out on the back of the court, and my eyes scanned over his body. The bulge in his shorts was quite obvious now and I wondered if it was a result of his being able to see the shape of my arse in my cotton panties every time I served the ball. He watched my eyes and quickly pounced on my reaction, "Aren't you tempted to at least have a good look at it? You can if you want, anytime you're ready."

I knew exactly what he was referring to. "No, not tempted at all, I am quite happy with what I've got at home."

"You would be a rare woman these days if you didn't think about what another man might have, to look at the shape, just like you were doing then, and wonder what that one would look like. More importantly, wonder what another man's would feel like inside of you. We're all different you know, every man brings something different to the bed, thick, thin, long, short, some have better technique, really know what to do with it to make a woman happy. Then there's tongues and fingers, so much variation, I hope you're getting all that, but I bet you're not ... not this far into a marriage. My cock's thick, very thick, Sandy. I'm no longer than the average man, but I'm told that my thickness is something special. That's what women have told me."

"Lots of women I suppose?" annoyed that he was again being so suggestive in spite of my warning on day one.

"I do alright ... as I'm suggesting to you, most women these days like to see what else is around, I reckon that more than half of those that start looking around will give one a try. You're already looking so you're halfway there."

"I am not looking," I interrupted defiantly.

"You were checking me out, looking at the size and shape."

"Yeah, like it was still in your shorts."

"Doesn't have to be, I told you, you can have a close look anytime you want. Remember the thickness I told you about, you're missing a real treat if you don't try it."

"So what is the incentive for me to risk my marriage, to risk everything I have? What, just the fact that you're thicker than most and I am expected to enjoy that."

"I am just laying it out there Sandy, telling you what most other women are doing, at least in the country club set. They're getting something special on the side. If you're going to do that, it's best that you get it from some guy who really knows what he's doing, one who can make it special for you."

It seemed that he was elevating his approach to the next level, he had now progressed to openly propositioning me to have sex with him. I obviously hadn't been firm enough on that first day when I told him I didn't want to hear his sexual double entendres. Now it was day three, I didn't think that's what I wanted, but there was just a glimmer of doubt in my mind. I needed to steer it back to fit within my strict moral code, but first I had to ask myself the question: what could Chuck give me -- do for me -- that Gary couldn't -- and hadn't?

I turned back to resume serving practice and Chuck continued to blatantly lay there behind me, watching the movement of my arse cheeks in those cotton panties as I exerted myself tossing the ball up and following through with the racquet. I could only imagine what it must look like and what it must be doing to his libido.

At the end of the session, we walked off the court alongside each other and strolled back to the pro shop. I expected that he might resume applying the pressure on me but he just opened up his diary, "So when can I pencil you in for?"

"Let's go for Thursday next week."

"Okay, I've got 11 to 12, are you good with that."

"Yeah, I guess so."

I left without any further discussion between us. He had already left me a lot to consider. As I walked through the clubhouse, I looked curiously at each woman, wondering which were the 50% or more having sex outside their marriage. That's if Chuck's assessment was correct. Was he being factual or spinning a tale just to get into my panties?

Instead of heading straight back to my car when I left the clubhouse, I detoured past the golf pro shop, just to check out Ed, the golf pro. What was it that Chuck had said about Ed? 'He would have your panties off before you've completed the first three holes and be in your first hole before the fourth.'

I stepped into the golf pro shop, it was a similar small set-up just like the tennis pro shop. The guy behind the counter was cut from the exact same mould as Chuck. He was a bit taller, muscular without overdoing it, but bulging biceps, flat stomach ... I couldn't see his legs. "Can I help you?" he asked warmly, a big warm smile on his face.

"No thanks, just looking around."

"You look like a new member to me, can I show you around?"

"No, I'm fine," and I got away quickly before famous Ed talked me into playing a few holes and getting my panties off.

I thought about Chuck's comments a lot ... as I was driving home, then when I sat down on my patio to have a late lunch.

That night, when Gary arrived home, he led with, "You had another tennis lesson today, didn't you? How did it go, still enjoying it?"

Here was my chance, I could open up to Gary, tell him what a sleaze ball sports jock Chuck was, relate how he lay on the court behind me so he could look up my dress. But even as the thoughts of how to verbalise it were forming in my brain, my mouth was already in gear, telling my husband, "It was great Gary, he had me serving balls today. I am really getting quite good at it."

"That's fabulous honey, I am so pleased that you've taken to it. And this Chuck's a good teacher?"

"Yes, a bit on himself." Go on, now is my chance, tell him what I mean by that. But instead, I added with syrup, "but overall he's an okay guy, good at what he does."

"That's great honey," Gary's voice was fading, like he had lost interest in the topic already. For just a moment, I wondered if he had heard a whisper around the club about Chuck's reputation for women. Maybe Gary was testing me, to see how much I would reveal about the tennis coach. Chapter Four

Thursday was my next lesson. I loved wearing my new tennis dress, I felt really good in it. But I was still wearing the white cotton panties beneath. I would have liked to wear the special tennis panties with the frills and the sports bra for support, but I wasn't about to take the bold next step with Chuck and model them for him.

We actually played a mock set of tennis (first to six games) now that I could serve as well as hit the ball back -- well at least some of the time. I was quite exhausted when we had finished the set and slumped into the courtside chair. So predictably, Chuck dropped down to sit on the ground, positioning himself directly in front of me, his eyes level once more with my crotch. When I saw where he was looking, I brought my legs back together tightly.

He lifted his eyes to look up at mine, "That looks so uncomfortable, clenching your legs together like that, Just relax, let yourself go ... you're stuffed from the hard set, you let it all spread out when you sat down. Don't tense up on my account."

"But you're always looking, I can never relax. You're either peeping at my cleavage or staring up my dress, in front and behind."

"You should be flattered that I find you so beautiful that I want to do those things, you look great from every angle. That's just me, I am a very sexual person."

"Would you call yourself an addict ... a sex addict I mean?"

He paused to think about that for a moment, which was unusual, Chuck stumped for an answer. "I guess I might."

While he was pausing, I relaxed my legs, letting them spread wider, the way they were when I first sat down in the courtside chair. It didn't take him long to notice, and now he was not looking at me as we continued talking. His eyes were zeroed in at my crotch.

I continued on my assessment of him as a sex addict, "I think you are because you talk about it at every opportunity. Even when I was on my first day! You would think that you would let a new client get comfortable to start with, before bringing on all the sex talk, all the innuendo. But you, you're just full on from day one. I guess you get quite a few that get swept up in it and say yes because you're so forward."

"I get my share, but I always feel the need to try ... the one that I don't hit on is the one that I'll never get. A lot of women in this club have time on their hands and they've been married long enough that they only get it at home once a week from hubby. I put it out there for them -- and you ... a chance to live out a fantasy, a man who doesn't require any commitment, but who can make them feel like a queen every time he fucks them."

There it was, he had crossed the final boundary, now using the word fuck to me.

"What about precautions ... STD's and pregnancy?"

 "I'm very careful, I keep it clean. And the women should look after birth control themselves, that's not my responsibility."

"That's not my point, what if you go with a woman whose husband has been at it with prostitutes and the like. He gets something from them, passes it on to her, she gives it to you, and next thing, you're giving it to every woman you..." I paused unsure whether to use his word for it, then went with it, "...fuck."

"Doesn't happen, not with the women I choose, they're all clean skins."

"I don't see how you could know that for sure." Without consciously being aware of what I was doing, I looked down to see that my legs were moving, from side to side ... maybe it was nerves because of the subject matter. But the effect of their movement was that I was virtually flashing him where he sat on the ground, my thighs opening and closing to show the vee of my cotton panties. Damn, the crotch was probably wet again too.

Chuck came back at me, "I am pleased that you have progressed the prospect of whether we will fuck to the point now where you are checking whether I will use a condom on you."

I sat bolt upright at his suggestion, clenching my legs tightly together again, "I suggested no such thing. There you go again, trying to put words in my mouth. I was simply curious whether you ever caught anything from the high number of women that you claim to sleep with."

"That's something I don't do much of. The last thing that these women want from me is to have a quiet relaxing sleep. I give them enough orgasms to do their sleeping when they get home," he boasted proudly, so cock sure of himself.

"How many women would you have in a week?" Curiosity brought me back down from the high dudgeon I felt when he suggested that I was checking on whether he would use a condom on me.

"I think the record's six, different women that is," he said gloating. "But sometimes only one or two."

"Are they always different women, or do you have the same women coming back for more?"

"There's definitely a lot of repeat business."

"Is it always here in the back of the shop?"

"Generally yes, although sometimes a woman will call me up and say her husband's out of town and could I come around. Those house calls are usually at night and then there will be sleeping involved because I stay till dawn."

"I've got to say that I find it all most extraordinary. If you're telling the truth, I cannot believe there are so many women having affairs."

"I wouldn't call what I do with them an affair. It's just fantasy stuff, fill in a few hours with the jock." He stood up and held out his hand to me, "So when can I pencil you in?"

I had taken his hand to rise up off the chair, but I snatched it back when the impact of his question hit me, "Never, I've told you that, never!"

Chuck looked at me with a smirk, "I meant for your next tennis lesson Sandy. Good God, what do you take me for?"

I was embarrassed, I had overreacted sharply when I thought that he was asking to pencil me in for sex. I stammered, "Well, we were ... err ... we were talking about how much you do it with these other women, and I ... err, I thought that you were still on about me joining your harem."




Tennis Lessons



"Much as I would like that so much babe, that has to be your call. I'll be happy when you make it."

"Not when, but if," I corrected him.

"Well, that's a start, shows it's still under consideration. I think we're heading in the right direction." As we walked from the court towards the pro shop, his hand came across and lifting my tennis dress, he rested it on my cotton pantied arse cheek. It actually felt good and made me feel quite sexy so I let it stay there for a few steps before reality caused my hand to grasp his wrist and pull it away. My arse cheek felt cold when his large palm left it.

Back at the pro shop, we settled on the date of the next lesson and I headed off home. I felt restless after the way the conversation had gone today. I didn't know what it was. I was torn between assessing Chuck as I did originally ... as a sleaze ball taking advantage of so many frustrated women and the more positive thought that he might actually be providing a very valuable service over and above tennis coaching.

I had lunch at home on the patio once again, then I went to lay down. I lay on my back in our bedroom, on the bed that I shared with my husband. I stared up at the ceiling that was so familiar to me. How many times over the many years of our marriage had I lain there, staring up at that ceiling while above me, Gary pumped his hard cock into me over and over again until my body exploded in another rapturous orgasm?

But a strange thing happened as I lay there in an afternoon sexual longing, staring up at that ceiling, reflecting on thoughts of a hard driving cock pumping into me as my real-life fingers lazily opened my clothing and played with my clitoris. The cock that I was suddenly imagining as my breathing quickened was not that regular, oh so familiar, cock of my husband. No, I was trying to picture a similar length cock that was so much thicker -- very thick in fact, and in my sexual imagination, it felt good, so good.

I fell asleep on my bed after my self-induced climax and woke about 4pm. I still felt horny, so I decided to call Gary at work and prepare him for servicing my needs this night. The boys were both away at school camps until tomorrow so I wanted to warn Gary that we would be fucking before and after dinner tonight.

His PA answered, "I'm sorry Mrs. Collins, but he's driven over to the plant in Exeter." That was a smaller town, about 200 kilometres from here, and about a 2½-hour drive away.

"What, when did he go?"

"Oh, I guess about two, I can transfer you to his mobile phone, just hold on."

I could have called that number myself, but I let her do it. Gary answered and in my disappointment at the news, I didn't hold back, hitting him with a verbal barrage, "What the hell are you doing in Exeter?"

"I'm not there yet honey, maybe about another half an hour."

Unimpressed that he hadn't even got there yet, I continued, "Again, what are you doing there?"

"We had a sudden problem come up with the plant, the board thought that I should take it on."

"When were you intending to tell me? I was planning something special for dinner."

"it was all such a rush to get away ... I intended to call you a bit later. Sorry honey."

"Gary darling, the boys are away at camp for one more night. I had it planned to greet you at the front door in that negligee that you like best. Dinner was going to be late because sex was the first item on the menu."

"Honey, that would have been wonderful, so sorry to disappoint. You do seem to be really horny lately."

"I am, I know that, I don't know what it is," I lied. Lied because I did know that it had a lot to do with the way that Chuck spoke to me all the time about sex, and now I was wrestling with the fact that he had even propositioned me.

"Well, I'm afraid we're just going to have to have a rain-check on all your plans, might try for tomorrow night."

"The boys will be back home by then, it won't be the same with them around."

"Well honey, the meeting at the plant won't start until around 5 and then the board suggested that I should buy dinner for the managers here. I'll drive back tonight, but I'm guessing that I won't be home until around midnight. Why don't you go over to the club and have dinner?"

"It won't be the same and you know that," I fired back angrily, cursing him silently, but then shouting at him, "Okay then, enjoy your meeting" a lot more loudly than I had intended and I slammed the phone down. I was pissed off big time! After the talk with Chuck about -- what else - sexual subjects this morning, then my self-administered orgasm on my bed that did little to take the edge off my sexual thoughts, and now my husband was going to be a no-show tonight.

Frustrated was hardly the word for it, all kinds of thoughts were running through my head, one of which was to settle down in the lounge room chair with a good book. I even thought of calling Chuck, to see if he was available, but for what? Was I really ready to take that massive step? But even if I called him, what would he say? Would he pencil me in for a session next Tuesday? My needs were now -- this minute, not almost a week away!

I flung off my clothes and stormed into the bathroom. I ran the shower and stepped in under the cascading water, vigorously lathering up my body and attending to every nook and cranny. Then I stepped out and dried myself with a large towel before adjourning naked to my bedroom. I stopped and stared at my nude body in the mirror, trying to look at it the way men did ... or at least the way one man would. Would he like what he saw when I was naked, or was the allusion he had from seeing what he had already seen much better?

I sat down at my bedroom dresser and applied a wisp of perfume to strategic spots that included between my breasts, on the skin outside my outer labia lips and in the cleavage at the top of my arse. Then I opened a drawer and took out the sports bra and frilly panties that Chuck had given me. I put them on, leaving the product tags on to prove that these were the new garments that he had asked me to model for him.

I stood once again so I could assess how I looked, how Chuck would see my body when I removed my tennis dress to model the new garments to meet the condition that he had placed on his gift. I checked myself out from the front and from the back. 'Not bad for 40,' I thought, deciding that I looked pretty good, even if I did think so myself. I took the tennis dress from the closet and put that over my undergarments. Socks and tennis shoes followed and I was ready to go out ... physically at least even if my mind was still unsure of the impetuous journey I was about to embark on.

I arrived at the club at 10 to 5 and walked quite purposefully toward the tennis pro shop. When I got there, the door was closed, but I tried the handle and it opened. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Chuck was behind the counter, talking on the phone. He looked up and gave a huge look of surprise when he first saw me.

His mouth was still agape in surprise as he listened to the other person talking to him down the phone line. Ignoring that he was otherwise engaged on the phone, I took one step forward, my hands nervously taking the front hem of my tennis dress and lifting it fully up to my waist, revealing the whole front of my panties. His eyes dropped to take in that sight. With it, I announced, "I'm the new model you were waiting for."

His face broke into a huge grin as his eyes approvingly scanned my panties and his free ear picked up my words. Without even waiting for him to get off the phone in my nervousness, I reached two hands up behind my back and pulled the zipper on the dress down. The back of the dress parted and I let it fall down over my waist, my hips and to my feet.

Now his eyes didn't know where to look, they jumped from the panties up to my large breasts that were well secured by the sports bra. All the time, his caller continued waffling on, unaware of what was now distracting Chuck. He mumbled, "Yes ... yes, for sure," and that seemed to keep the caller happy to continue. Chuck continued listening and I continued standing there, revealing more of my body than Chuck had yet seen.

I wished for the call to finish. I was beginning to feel awkward that the call was going on so long and I was caught here, unable to progress any further on whatever I had started. This was not the way I fleetingly planned this impromptu event coming here in the car. Chuck seemed to sense my anguish. He interrupted the caller, "Look honey, something big has come up, I'm really going to have to go." He lowered his voice a little like he didn't want me to hear this next bit, but we were in this small shop together. There was no avoiding hearing him say, "Look, I'm gonna have to take a rain-check on tonight ... yes, yes I know, you were looking forward to it, but I'll make it up to you."

He listened to the caller's protests, I was already guessing it was a woman ... one of his women. "No, I don't think I could make it later," he was telling the caller. Chuck looked up at me and motioned with his hands, gesturing to his watch.

"I'm free until midnight," I whispered just loud enough for him to hear, but also sealing my fate with that one sentence, turning a supposed 5-minute modelling session into whatever Chuck wanted it to be.

"Look honey, there's no way. I'm gone for the night now. Yes I know, we had a date and I know he's back tomorrow, but really, there's nothing I can do about it. Look, I've gotta go, I'll call you next week."

He put the phone down, "Wow, to what do I owe this surprise? Sandy, you are the ice maiden, you're not going to get me, that's what you said."

"I decided that I wanted to start wearing your gift to me, so I'm only here to model the bra and panties," I attempted to justify my presence here, pirouetting for him, "So do you like?"

"Yeah sure, of course I like, I knew they'd look good on you ... I am looking at a body that is oozing sex. You are hot for some loving, and old Chucky here is just the guy to do it."

"Don't come on like that please, I don't like all that sports jock sleaze stuff, can you show a bit of class, that's more my speed."

"Speed babe, I've got all the speeds for you ... slow, medium, fast and mind-blowing!

"Oh my God, that's just you, isn't it? You only know one way. Okay, whatever! What happens next?"

"You better tell me what you want from me. The last message I got from you was that I would never get to have you. Now you're standing in my shop wearing only a bra and panties. It seems like something's changed. Do you want to tell the Chuckster what's happened?

I began to fidget around, I was embarrassed that I had given in so easily to his come-on lines. I just wanted him to sweep me up in his arms, to ease the guilt and uncertainty that was beginning to wash over me as I stood here awkwardly. "I don't know ... all that talking about sex and what the women here at the club need, I guess it got to me."

"I knew it would, you're just like all the others. But there's more ... come on, give it up, what changed?"

"I was managing to keep the appeal of you away while ever my husband could meet my needs. After we talked this morning ... oh my God, I've been horny all day. I wanted my husband tonight, but he's been called away to some business thing in Exeter."

"Good God, that's 200 k's from here."

"Yes exactly, so there's no way he'll be back before midnight. I couldn't wait that long. You were right all along, I do need some loving."

"Come on babe, give it up more. What exactly do you need Chucky to provide?"

"Oh God, do I have to beg you for it? Isn't it enough that I'm here?"

"No, after the way you told me I'd never have you, it's not enough. You do have to beg ... you were so emphatic, so high and mighty, the princess, you told me there was no way I was getting you. Well now babe, you've got to beg old Chuck to fuck you."

I cringed deep inside, my little journey of fantasy was becoming humiliating. I was here for God's sake, to play his game, what more did he want from me? I dug deep, and smiling sweetly, I uttered the words, "Chuck darling, would you please fuck me ... fuck me over and over until I cum enough times to satisfy this craving I have in my body."

"What's the craving for babe?"

"I have a craving for whatever your kind of sex is ... I want that thick cock of yours."

"That's better, that's what I'm here for babe, all my women know it. You're about to become one of Chuck's women."

He turned and pulled back the curtain in the doorway that led back into the stock room. My fate was sealed, I had sealed it myself by coming here, dressed as I was. I stepped out of the circle of cloth at my feet that was my tennis dress and moved forward, into the semi-dark of the stock room, feeling Chuck close behind me. When I hesitated before reaching the couch, I felt his body fit itself against mine just the way he had out on the court that first day. Only this time, his hands were on my shoulders and his lips were suddenly on my neck, kissing me very passionately.

"Please ... no bites," I demanded, panicking when I felt how aggressive his lips and teeth were on my neck. He seemed to ease off just enough for me to feel better about what he was doing. His hands swooped down and the palms rolled over the bra, cupping each of my breasts, pulling my body back against his. I could feel his erection rubbing against the frilly panties that covered my arse cheeks.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against his body, giving in to the arousal that was starting to build through my body, feelings that came from the way his palms twisted over my breasts and his lips kissed my neck. My hands dropped to my sides and I reached them back to grip onto the sides of his hips behind me.

You're such a hot woman," Chuck whispered in my ear, "I knew all along you wanted it ... it was just a matter of time until you came to me." Then his mouth swooped again, running up and down over my neck. Every now and then, his lips would run over that sensitive bit of neck where when it's touched by a kiss, it sends a shudder coursing through the body.

It seemed strange for me to think about the woman he had just cancelled a date with over the phone ... even stranger that I would bring it up while his hands and mouth were doing wonderful things to my body. "Will she be seriously pissed off at you?"

"Who?" he mumbled, his mouth against my neck.

"The woman on the phone, the one you had a date with."

"Don't stress out about her, she can cope."

"I hope passing up a night with her for me will be worth it to you."

"Oh babe, she does not compare to you, not even in the same race. Her husband's away in Europe, she's always hot for it when he's away. My God, I've done her three times this week. She wanted to double-date with another couple tonight, I wasn't really looking forward to it. You came along just at the right moment."

"I'm glad I could help," I managed to get the words out before the passion of his kisses on my neck and his hands working my nipples into a frenzy took over my whole being. My legs sagged a little and I wished I could be sitting or lying down while this sports jock worked on me.

I felt my bra suddenly loosen, realised that Chuck had manipulated the catch in back with his nimble fingers. I wondered why his hands had deserted my breasts, but then they were back, now under the bra cups that were left dangling in front of me. I let the bra slide down my arms stretched out in front of me. His big powerful hands felt wonderful as they massaged the smooth soft skin of my large breasts, and then he took the nipples between the fingers, pinching them, stirring them to stiffened peaks.

Aroused by the passion that Chuck was bringing to the surface in me, I let one of my hands slide from his hip, pushing it between his pelvis and my arse to grasp the bulge of his engorged cock still confined to his shorts. "You can take it out if you want, check it out," he whispered.

"I want to feel it, see it! You were right all along, I need to see what it looks like," I told him.

"I know you do." He spun me around so that I was now facing him and pushed us back toward the couch so that the backs of my knees were touching it. "Sit down!" he commanded.

I eased my arse back onto the couch, bringing my face down level with his waist. Curiosity and instinct and the passion already aroused led me to unbutton his shorts and I dragged them down off his hips. His briefs were tented out in front by something quite large. I grasped the waistband of his briefs and eased them forward over the extension that stuck out from his groin. A sight to behold, he had described it so well. It was very erect, not just hard but it looked solid, thick ... it was indeed about the same length as Gary's ... but oh my God, it must have been at least double the width of Gary's. What a fine specimen, how would that change the landscape inside my body? Will I be permanently widened? I hoped not, but at that very moment, I didn't care. I wanted what I was looking at.

"You weren't exaggerating," were my words of praise, "it is thick ... looks good."

"Wait until you feel it inside you. Fucking will never be the same again."

I took a hold of it with one hand, My fingers wouldn't meet my thumb in circling it. I pumped it a couple of times and a drop of clear liquid appeared in the eye. I eased my head forward and licked the drop off. My God, what was I doing? This was the man that I would insist should wear a condom to put it inside me and here I was licking his tip.

Chuck placed his hands on the back of my head, pulling me forward. There was no doubting what he wanted ... my mouth to engulf his cock-head. I wasn't having any of that. "No!" I told him.

"Why not?"

"I don't know where it's been. Well actually, I know where it's been three times this week."

"What do you mean?"

"It's been inside that woman who was on the phone, you said at least three times this week."

"So?"

"I told you before, she could have got something from her husband and given it to you. I'm sorry, but I'd prefer not to have it in my mouth."

"A blow job is an essential aspect of foreplay, you cannot have one without the other."

"We'll have to cope, I'm not putting this in my mouth. Haven't you ever heard of safe sex."

"Yes I have," Chuck insisted, "and I practice it."

"That's very debatable. Look, I brought some condoms too, this might be a good time for me to put one on you." I leaned across to the table nearby and retrieved my purse, opening it and taking out a foil strip.

"No, stuff that, I'm not putting one of those on. There's no sensation, no feeling wearing a fucking raincoat."

Undaunted by his protests, I tore open the pack and pulled out one rubber. Grasping the bubble tip, I placed it to the head of his cock.

"Didn't you hear me, I'm not wearing one of those."

"Then I can go home now because you're not putting this thing inside me without wearing this."

"I reckon you're bluffing."

I stood up with great difficulty because Chuck was standing up close to the sofa and when I stood I was pinned between his body and the seat. I pushed around him, grabbed my purse and headed for the doorway to the shop. I have to admit to you now that I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't called me back, because I had committed my body to doing this with Chuck. I would be left lacking and frustrated to go home alone to my house with Gary not expected until midnight.

"Okay okay, you win, put the fuckin' rubber on me, but don't let the word get around that I agreed to wear this. It will destroy my reputation."

"It might just improve your reputation Chuck, show that you are a sensitive new age guy who cares very much about the health of the women that you screw." I had returned to the sofa and I sat down in front of him and resumed rolling the condom onto his thick cock.




Tennis Lessons



"Now where were we?" said Chuck, looking down to inspect the condom that I had rolled onto his cock before dropping to his knees in front of me. "Just to show you that I don't have the same fears as you, I'm going to lick you now."

His hands took a hold of the tennis panties and I lifted my arse off the seat so that he could reef them down over my hips, revealing my pussy to him for the first time. Chuck pushed my upper body back against the sofa armrest, parted my legs and his face dove down between the tops of my thighs. I wasn't expecting this, so it came as a welcome bonus. His tongue tip gently swiped up between my labia lips, his fingers gently separating them, keeping them wide apart. When the tongue tip lightly touched my clitoris, my lower body lifted up off the lounge. "Ohhh, ohhh yes! Yessssss!" I screamed out and I pulled my legs back, knees bent and ankles high in the air, ensuring that my pubis was stretched wide and open for his oral attention.

He was good -- even great at this, as I guess I should have expected. Judging by the conquests he had related to me, he did seem to be a genuine almost professional stud. I murmured and mumbled appreciative gasps and moans as he licked up a storm down there and my mind began to anticipate that if his oral was this good, how great might his fucking technique be?

He controlled my arousal. Whenever my breathing and the shaking of my thighs implied that my orgasm was close, he would ease off his tongue work. Then, when I subsided, his tongue and lips would go to work again, ramping up the pressure and the pleasure until I was left gasping and breathless once more. Then, on one of those peaks, he just didn't ease back ... Chuck just kept licking and sucking and suddenly I was there, my lower body pulsing and throbbing until I went over the top and climaxed. Then the rest of my body felt the pulsing too as it washed over me.

It took my body a while to come down. The finish had been sensational, but then I knew that this was only the beginning. I had a lot more to come and Chuck was not about to waste any time. I felt the tip of that enormously wide cock-head probing at my entrance. I hoped that my vaginal opening would stretch wide enough to take it in. "Careful with me," I warned, "I've never had one quite this thick before."

"I know, I'm used to this, you're in good hands."

I was you know, in very good hands. He used his fingers dextrously all around my pubis to prepare me for entry. My juices were flowing, my hands held my legs back and up. I could only imagine what my stretched pussy parts looked like to Chuck as he readied his cock to penetrate my depths. Then -- oh God -- it was there, pushing. I felt myself stretched wider than I've ever felt before. Would it go in easily? Would there be some pain, some discomfort? My God, was that the head going in? I felt so stuffed full with something. Not just something ... I obviously knew it was his cock, but it really did feel a lot different from anything I had experienced with Gary all these years.

"Ohhh, how much is in me Chuck, is that only the head?" I asked nervously, trying to look down there, but his body obscured my vision, "is it in?"

"Yes! You've taken the whole head and maybe another inch, it looks great."

"Oh thank God, it's okay, it feels good ... no, good is not enough ... it's what you said, great ... yes great, it feels great!" I enthused, knowing I was talking too much in my nervousness, but loving this moment and so pleased now that circumstances had created this opportunity. If Gary only knew, if he hadn't been called away to fix that business problem at the plant, I would never have had the opportunity, may never have taken the chance to hook up with super-stud Chuck. I might never have had another chance to be lying here on his work sofa, allowing the sports jock to take me as he had declared he wanted to.

I looked up to see him watching me, "Are you ready for some more, can you take the rest?"

"Oh yes, oh Chuck, it feels big and it feels great ... please give it to me now! I want all of it inside me."

My hands possessively ran down over the back of his powerful male body that towered over me and I grabbed his arse cheeks like I was steering him into me, his strong legs pushing up off the floor. I felt his body momentarily tense, and then that solid thick cock, up to now only partly embedded in me, began to push forward some more. Slowly and relentlessly, it gained more ground, inch by inch, until it filled me totally and I lowered my legs to wrap them tightly around Chuck's back and arse.

"You okay?" he checked when it was wedged so tightly up inside me that I thought I might struggle to breathe.

"Oh yes, no complaints from here. Just do it, I want you to fuck me Chuck, just like you do to those other women. Hold nothing back!"

I felt him withdrawing his thick cock and I would have felt the loss of it if I hadn't known that he would be thrusting it back up inside harder and deeper, again and again. I wriggled my lower body around, adjusting it to accept his thrusts, knowing what was coming, making myself as comfortable as I could to receive this cock that was double the width of anything that had been inserted in me before. I felt his body hover when only the grand tip remained clinging to the lips of my vagina, and then my breath was expelled in a powerful whoosh as Chuck thrust his hips and that human tool pushed all the way up to fill me to the hilt.

The rhythm began, slowly at first, just quietly building a rhythmic pattern that was so pleasant. I wanted more right from the start, my body was by now screaming out for its second orgasm and I wanted that cock of his to be powering into me like a piston. But this man knew what he was doing and he stirred my body up gradually, stretching out the intense pleasure so that I could enjoy the anticipation phase fully before I reached another peak of orgasm.

Eventually, after what seemed like minutes, I felt the throbbing coming from deep down inside my lower body. I had complete trust in Chuck's ability, he was going to expertly guide me through the satisfaction phase. How did I know that? Was it because he had told me how good he was, or because he was now demonstrating that by loving me like I had never been loved before. Oh dear, that was a terrible thing to admit when the love of my life, Gary had been so good to me all these years. But this was new illicit love, naughty and exciting!

Chuck lifted my body slowly and inexorably toward my peak. He steered my body up and over it and I humped my hips back at him as I rode the waves inside me to completion. Only it wasn't quite complete, not on his part. Chuck powered on, his cock now up at that piston-like level that I had craved earlier. Oh my God, was that another arousal peak building? No, it couldn't be, I had never cum twice in one fuck. But to my delight and sheer pleasure, it was a second -- my third on this sofa -- and then my body was pulsing and throbbing and humping up at him ... quickly followed by the excitement of hearing and feeling his body responding.

Chuck's breathing was ragged, his strokes became shorter, and then -- kaboom, he was cumming too, I felt the heat of his fluids splashing within me, searching out my uterus. Hold on ... wait a minute, I shouldn't be feeling that, those fluids -- his cum -- should be splashing into the rubber tip of his condom. But no, those fluids -- his cum -- were definitely there, deep up inside my body. "What happened to the condom?" I screamed at him, even while my breathing still laboured and the panting and gasping from both of us continued.

Chuck didn't answer me. I opened my eyes, stared up at his that were closed. His face was a mask of euphoric pleasure from the raised eyebrows to the square jaw, his mouth agape in rapturous delight, exhausted grunts emanating from it as his thick cock still spasmed and spilled it's contents inside me.

Again I shouted, "You took it off, didn't you? You bastard, you took the condom off!"

He opened his eyes, he was smiling down at me, "I told you that I didn't want to wear it, and I won't. Don't stress, you'll be safe."

"That was important to me Chuck. If I pass on something to my husband and he wants to know how it happened, I'll never forgive you. More importantly, you'll never get inside my body again."

"I did it for you babe."

"Crap, you did it for yourself."

"No, I did it for you so that you could feel the real human skin of my cock, sliding against the wet silky walls of your cunt. You would never have cum the way you did if I'd had that fuckin' condom on."

It was too late now; he had planted his cum, and whatever it may contain, deep inside my body. I felt the last pulses from his slumping cock, expelling the final drops of his cum into me. I wondered what would happen now. He had exerted a lot of effort in giving me such a wonderful and satisfying fuck. Could he get it up again? If so, how soon? I had told him I was clear till midnight, so would we stay here in the pro shop as it got dark outside? Would we just go on fucking through until late? Or would we go and have some dinner somewhere and then resume for another fuck? I lay there, pinned down by this muscular body, waiting to see what his next move was. I hoped that there would be more exquisite intimacy from this night of fornication.

Thankfully, Chuck stirred about 15 minutes after I had felt the last pulse of his ejaculation into me. I was beginning to worry he had fallen asleep despite him telling me he never did. He lifted up his head and looked down at me lying there beneath his body. "Sandy, that was great ... man, you are hot, I knew you would be. Your body just oozes sex. So how do you feel, are you up for more?"

"I'm good, but what about you? Are you up for more? I can go again anytime you want, but you're the one that has to be stiff, not me."

"Yeah, just give me a few minutes, I'll be good soon. What about you, did old Chucky deliver for you? Didn't I tell you it would be good? Hey, how many times did you cum?"

The moment that I had finally committed to do this, to go with the sports jock, I knew I would get this, the over-ego, the self-praise. The point was that the sex with him was good. More than that, it was great and in fairness, I had to tell him so.

"No complaints Chuck, none at all, you were good, great even. And yes, I came a few times ... three I think. The first was when you went down on me ... I didn't expect that. That's a nice thick cock you've got, and you do know how to use it."

"See, I told you so, and we wasted all this time with you bull-shitting me how you didn't want it, didn't need it. Hey babe, you needed it!"

"I guess I did," I admitted, "I just didn't know it until now. So are you going to keep telling me how good you were, or put that damn thick thing in me again and fuck me some more?"

He lowered his face and began kissing me, something he never got around to the first time. His kisses were nice, mouths open, lips mashing, tongues clashing ... I started feeling good again. I gave back as good as I got in passion and I waited expectantly for his cock to stiffen. It was squashed between our bellies and I began to feel some twitching, indicating that the passion in our kissing was doing as much for him as it was for me. I was wet again down there.

We had the luxury of plenty of time to begin this second fuck and so Chuck moved on from my lips to my breasts. Again, he had only used fingers and hands on them the first time. Now his mouth circled and nipped and sucked and my nipples became hard nubs again. His fingers were now playing at my clitoris. It felt very nice but I didn't need any more stirring. I was already primed for more of his penetration.

The foreplay went on for some time with Chuck switching his mouth constantly between my lips, my ears, my neck, my breasts and my belly. I was so messy with remains of his cum that I held him back from orally knowing my pussy again, although I think he would have if I had let him.

I was eager for a second coupling. I could no longer feel his cock against my skin so I didn't know how well he was progressing in that department. That is, until he pushed my legs off the sofa and sat down alongside me. I looked over to see that his cock had restored to its solid thick best. "Your turn to do all the work," he told me as he steered my body across and up over his, pushing me into a position where I was kneeling on the sofa, my legs straddling his, facing him.

I raised my body up high, my pussy -- still so wet - hovering over the top of his vertical rod and I lowered myself down until once again, I felt the tip of his cock-head pushing and probing at my vaginal opening. My hand dropped down between my legs and I manipulated his shaft so that I could push down over the top of it and trap two or three inches of it up inside my wet slippery passage. Oh my God, it felt good! Was this what illicit sex was all about? No wonder so many women at the club were supposedly doing it.

Chuck looked relaxed, his head lying against the back of the sofa while I made all the movements, my thighs working to lift my body slowly up and down on his strong rigid shaft. I was in no hurry and we were both content to amble along at a gentle pace this time. On each stroke, my body sank a fraction lower onto his cock until eventually it was once more embedded deep within me.

The sensations rolling through my body were exquisite, I felt gentle waves lapping on every long drawn out stroke down and back up. Sitting on Chuck as I was, I could control how much pressure was exerted on my clitoris on each stroke. Playfully, I would speed up to build up the sensations. Then, just when I thought that it couldn't get any better and I would have to let myself cum, I drew on an inner strength of resistance that allowed me to back off for a minute, only to resume and let it all slowly build again.

"You look like you're having a good time up there," he told me after I had varied the pace several times. "I have been watching your face, I can see the pleasure vary in it as you change speeds. It just confirms what I said all along ... you are such a hot woman. Your husband is very lucky."

"I don't know if he appreciates that. But after tonight with you, I think I'm going to go home and be as physical with him as you have been with me." I paused to let another small wave of pleasure roll through my body. I don't know if you would call any of them actual orgasms, they were just intense moments where the feelings reached an incredible high. "Not tonight though, he doesn't get any tonight."

"Why not? Maybe you owe him ... if he hadn't rushed off to Exeter, you wouldn't be here with me now, experiencing all of this," Chuck correctly pointed out.

"Oh I know that, I am so indebted to Gary for deserting me and leading me to you. I wouldn't have missed this for the world. No, I'm just saying that he won't get any tonight, because after I'm done with you, I'm going to be too worn out inside to accommodate him. That's his loss but this is my gain."

Chuck laughed loudly. I looked down at him, studying his face as I continued to ride his wonderful body. You know, when he was like this, talking, laughing, being natural, he was a nice guy. It was just that sports jock persona that he seemed to think he needed.

I felt another wave rising inside me. This time I didn't put it off. I pushed down and up strongly, moving my body so that my clitoris was in closer contact with his wet solid thick shaft. The gentle pulses became hard throbs, intensifying with every stroke until my body exploded atop Chuck, a powerful orgasm running through me. I slumped forward, burying my face in his neck as I soaked up the waves of pleasure.

That stopped me and now it was my turn to take several minutes to almost slumber before eventually Chuck moved beneath me and I felt that his cock was still as hard and stiff as it had been while I rode it. "You haven't cum," I half-asked and half-informed Chuck, lifting my head up so that I could see his face.

"No, it's okay, I'm gonna save myself for later."

"Oh goody, you mean there's more."

"Yes, I thought we might take a break for dinner now."

"I'm hardly dressed for dinner."

"No, it's okay, I'll call the kitchen and get them to send a couple of meals over."

I stared into his eyes, "I guess they're used to this, are they? I wonder what they'll say over there when you order. Oh lucky Chuck's got another of his women over there. Looks like I've become just another of the long chain. Am I going to have to fit into your schedule?"

"That depends on you, I didn't know if this was going to be a one-off for you. I hope it's not, you're so hot that I'd like to see you a lot."

"You don't need me, you've got a long line beating down your door ... you as much as told me so."

"Yeah, I guess there's quite a few, but not many that are as hot as you."

"I bet you say that to all your women."

"No, I know you have a poor opinion of me, but I'm being straight with you. Sure, I get more than my share of married women wanting a bit on the side, but many of them are so lazy. I guess it may come from them being rich and bored, but they just lay back and expect me to make them feel good. Whereas you ... hell, you're so hot, it's like I have unleashed another side of you that's been waiting for the chance to get out there and participate. You have thrown yourself into this tonight. You hump it back at me and you squeeze the life out of my cock when I'm thrusting into you. You are just so hot for sex, maybe you haven't been getting enough at home."

"It is looking like that. But I have to admit that since meeting you, even though I was emphatic that I didn't want you, I've been going home and almost raping my husband because you got me so mentally aroused with all your sex talk. I've never come across a guy who talks it up so much. That's why I called you a sex addict the other day."

I lifted my tired body up off Chuck's still rampant cock, watching the erotic uncoupling between our bodies, wetness everywhere, then I slumped back on the lounge alongside him.

"I'll go order some food, any likes or dislikes?"

"No, I'm in your hands ... and I like it."

He laughed again and slipped out through the curtain into the shop. I heard him on the phone ordering the food. There must have been some snide reference to him having another woman here because I heard him laugh in the middle of his conversation and then he added, "Oh yes, I'm doing alright ... but this one's quite special. No, no names, I am discreet even if you all think I'm a fucking machine."

When he reappeared through the curtain, I asked, "Are they giving you a hard time?"

"Could you hear that?"

"Only your side of the call, I put two and two together in guessing what they were saying to you. I liked what you said about no names, makes me feel reassured. I wouldn't want this to get out, my husband is using the club for the connections with clients."

"No, I'd be crazy, by being discreet I get to keep my job."

"Is there a toilet here Chuck?" I asked, my eyes scanning the little stock room anxiously.

"I'm afraid not, only a sink in the corner, that's what I use."

"Oh lovely! Remind me not to wash my hands there. So it looks like I have to get dressed and go outside to use a toilet. That's embarrassing because it's dark outside now. I'm going to look strange walking around in tennis gear at night."

"I do have something for emergencies." He went over to the corner and rummaged among some junk piled there. When he turned, he was holding what looked like a ceramic pot. "I have a potty, just like households used to use 100 years ago. You can pee in that if you want."





Tennis Lessons



Adam moved away from Tamara, stood at the side of the bed, and began to undress. Tamara tried to sit up to help him, but Adam motioned for her to stay there. "Hold on to the headboard and do not let go. If you continue to let go, I will have to restrain you." 

Tamara grinned and winked, "There are handcuffs in the top drawer." 

Adam was positive that she was kidding but looked in the top drawer and there sat a pair of handcuffs, as well as many other items. As Adam takes the handcuffs and uses them to handcuff Tamara's hands to the headboard, he asks, "What did you do, rob a sex toy shop?" 

Tamara laughs, she is surprised that Mike did not tell Adam, "No, I did not rob it, I own it." 

Once Tamara is restrained, Adam proceeds to undress. Once he is naked, he turns to Tamara so that she can see the size of his cock. When he hears Tamara inhale sharply and then whimper, he knows that she is not shocked but that she is pleasantly surprised. Now for the part that will shock her. "You said you would do anything right?" 

Tamara whimpers and nods her head, yes. 

"Anything?" Again Tamara nods her head yes. "Well, I want to fuck your tight little ass. After seeing you bend over in that short little skirt, wearing that thong (that you now want to take off), and showing me your ass, I want to push my big, fat, hard cock up your tight hot ass. So tell me Tamara, if I slide that thong down your gorgeous legs, then lick your smooth bare pussy until you cum so hard and so many times that you are hoarse from crying out my name, and can no longer even remember your own name, then I fuck your pretty little pussy until neither of us remembers our own name, will you suck me until I am hard again and let me stretch your asshole with my hard cock until you are positive that it is going to rip your asshole apart, and then let me push the rest of my cock into your ass as you scream in pain and pleasure, and finally let me pound your ass until I cum and fill your ass full of my cum? Will you do that Tamara? Do you want me that bad?" Adam would never admit it, but he is holding his breath waiting to hear Tamara's answer. 

"Fuck yeah. Not only will I let you do that, I WANT you to do that. I want you to bend me over, put my face down on the bed, so that I am face down and ass up as you push your cock up my ass. Tell me to scream into the pillow when I think your cock is going to split me in half. Then swat me on the ass and tell me to take your cock up my ass like a slut!" 

Adam releases the breath that he was holding and grins. He starts to move to the bed, but Tamara stops him. "Look in the top drawer again, take out the purple butt plug, and bring it to the bed with you. Before you eat my pussy, lube that plug up a bit and slide it in my ass. Once it is in good, press the button on the bottom." 

Adam grabs the butt plug, and looks at it dubiously. He is not convinced that this long slim butt plug will help Tamara be ready for his cock, but he is more than willing to oblige her. When Adam sees that Tamara's pussy is so wet now that the sheet under her is wet, he knows the perfect way to lube this plug. 

Adam peels the thong off of Tamara, and tosses it aside once it is off of her legs. He presses Tamara's legs as far apart as he thinks possible and then presses them even further remembering how limber she was on the tennis court. He buries his face in Tamara's pussy and begins licking her slowly, teasingly. Her pussy tastes so sweet that soon Adam is licking and sucking with abandon. 

Then, remembering the butt plug, Adam grabs it and begins fucking Tamara's pussy with it to get the plug nice and wet. While the plug is buried in Tamara's pussy, he pushes her legs back even further, to lift her ass more to allow him easier access. Leaving the plug in her pussy, Adam moves down and begins to lick Tamara's asshole. He hears Tamara whimper with pleasure as he licks her from her asshole to her clit and back again. 

Once he knows that Tamara is nearing another orgasm, Adam removes the plug from her pussy, ensuring that it is well coated and slowly but firmly pushes it into her ass. The plug practically disappears into her ass, except for a small base. Adam presses the button and hears the plug begin to vibrate from its home deep in Tamara's ass. He can tell from Tamara's moans that she is enjoying the vibrations in her ass. 

Adam now concentrates on Tamara's pussy, licking and sucking her clit, then plunging his tongue deep into her wet hot depths. When he moves up to concentrate on licking and sucking her hard clit, Adam slides two fingers deep into Tamara's pussy. He is shocked by how tight her pussy is. Mike told him how much Tamara loved sex and that she was veritably insatiable, so he actually expected her to be fairly loose, but this was the tightest pussy that he had ever felt. 

Soon Tamara is screaming and crying out as she cums. "Fuck me Adam. Stick your fat cock in my pussy and fuck me. Give it to me! Pound my cunt. I need your cock. Stretch my tight little pussy with your big cock." 

Hearing Tamara's cries, Adam simply cannot wait any longer. He begins working his cock into her pussy feeling it stretch around his cock. He tries to be gentle, not wanting to rush and hurt her. 

However Tamara does not want it slow and easy. She wants it hard and fast. "Fuck me dammit. Fuck me." 

After saying that, Tamara wraps her muscular legs around Adam's hips, raising herself up for the perfect angle and when Adam tries to ease into her a little more, she pulls him tightly against her and since Adam was not expecting this, she succeeds in burying his cock balls-deep in her pussy. At this sudden invasion of her pussy, Tamara screams in pleasure as a massive orgasm rockets through her body. Adam cries out at the pleasure of being instantly imbedded deep in Tamara's tight pussy and fights back the feeling that he too could cum at this moment. However, he does not want to cum this fast. He wants to enjoy the embrace of Tamara's tight pussy as he thrusts in and out. 

Once Adam has himself under control, he begins working his cock in and out of its snug home. He pulls almost completely out of Tamara's pussy and thrusts fully inside he begins to do this over and over. While pumping in and out, Adam reaches down and grabs Tamara's tits. His earlier assumption is correct; he cannot hold an entire tit in his hand. 

Deciding that he wants Tamara to be a more active participant, he reaches forward and releases the handcuffs on her hands. Next, Adam pulls back and places Tamara's ankles over his shoulders. This provides him with an even better angle and allows him to begin to pound Tamara's pussy forcefully. As he is doing this, Tamara reaches up and pulls him down to kiss him. Damn, he loves the fact that she is so fucking flexible. 

Tamara kisses him aggressively, as if she cannot get enough of his cock pounding her pussy or his mouth on hers. As Tamara nears orgasm, Adam can tell by her breathing and works to pound her pussy harder and faster. Tamara cries out and screams when she cums, since they are still kissing, Adam's mouth muffles her cries. 

However, Adam is in for one more surprise. Tamara's pussy was already tight, but when she cums this time, the muscles in her pussy tighten around his cock so tight that she literally milks the cum out of his balls. Adam cums so hard that it feels like the head of his cock might literally explode. Now it is Tamara's mouth that muffles Adam's cries of pleasure as he fills Tamara's pussy with what feels like a gallon of cum.

As his orgasm subsides, Adam rolls over, bringing Tamara with him and placing her head on his chest. "Wow, that was amazing, Tamara," Adam pants. 

Tamara, rises up on her elbow, and looks at Adam. "Yes it was, but it is far from over." 

Adam begins to protest, "Tamara, you do not have to feel obligated to let me fuck your ass. This was the best sex I have had in ages. As tight as your pussy is, I would not care if I ever had anal sex again, if I could fuck your tight pussy." 

Tamara would not be deterred, "Well I am sorry, you gave your word and I am not allowing you to back out now. It has been so long since I have had a man properly fuck my ass and now that I have you and your big fat cock in my bed, I am refusing to let you out if you do not fuck my ass. If I need to handcuff your hands to the headboard, get you hard and fuck myself on your hard cock, I will. But I would much rather you fuck me, instead of me having to use you to fuck myself." 

Adam was shocked but certainly would not pass up an opportunity like this. "Let's rest a bit and then we will work on fucking your tight ass." 

Before laying her head back onto Adam's chest, Tamara reaches back and presses the button on the butt plug. When Adam pressed it the first time earlier, it activated the vibrator; this second press activated the expansion mode with the vibrator. This plug would slowly expand to three times its present slim size. However, all of the expansion was completely internal. So when Adam initially enters her ass, it will be as if he had never inserted the butt plug. But this will allow her to take him deeper, faster. And with as fat and long as Adam's cock is, Tamara knew that she would need this extra help. As she feels the butt plug begin to expand, she lays her head on Adam's chest and intertwines her leg with his. 

Once Adam has slept for a bit, Tamara decides that it is time to wake him to have some more fun. And Tamara's favorite way to wake her lover is with his cock in her mouth. She eases away from Adam, careful not to wake him yet, and kneels over him and begins to lick his cock, enjoying the taste of their combined juices. These gentle licks do not wake Adam; however, it definitely wakes his cock which begins to get hard. Once his cock begins to harden, Tamara begins to suck Adam's cock in earnest. 

She is in the process of the best blow job she has given in ages and does not notice that Adam has awakened until she feels his fingers slide into her sopping wet pussy. "Enough Darlin', if you suck me anymore, you are going to get a mouthful of cum. Not that I would mind filling your mouth with cum, but frankly, I think that you want this load of cum deep in your tight little ass." 

Tamara reluctantly releases Adam's cock. A mouthful of cum sounds fantastic, but he is right, this load of cum belongs in her ass. She just hopes that she can persuade Adam to stay a few days as she is positive that they are both in need of a few days of nonstop sex.

Tamara reaches back and presses the button on the butt plug once more, which causes it to return to its normal size. She starts to remove it and Adam stops her. "I want to remove it. I want to watch your asshole expand as I slowly pull it out and then watch it contract once it is out. What other toys do you have in this drawer? Mind if I explore a little to see what I find?" Adam paused as Tamara gave him permission to explore. 

The first thing that Adam found was a container of anal lube. This was a must because he hoped to fuck Tamara's ass many times over the next few days and many more times in the future. He knew that this would not be possible if her ass was too swollen and sore. The next item that caught Adam's attention was a rather large, long vibrating egg and the remote control that controls this egg. He turned on the egg and activated the remote control and was pleased to see that this egg was a very powerful vibrator with many different speeds. That would definitely make anal sex even more fun. He also found a set of nipple clamps. The last item that Adam chose from the drawer was a blindfold. He decided that he wanted to blindfold Tamara so that she would have no idea what he was going to do next. 

When Adam walked back over to the bed with a wicked grin on his face, Tamara wondered what he had planned. Adam showed her the blindfold and Tamara turned to allow him to cover her eyes. She started to kneel on the bed, but Adam stopped her and made her stand where she was. Adam began pinching, pulling and twisting Tamara's nipples to make them nice and hard, right before he put the clamp on a nipple, he took that nipple in his mouth and bit it, then placed the clamp on it. 

He could tell by Tamara's yelp that they clamps were tight enough to cause slight pain but when she moaned after both clamps were on and she tried to slide her hands down to rub her pussy, he knew that he had that perfect balance between pleasure and pain. He sharply told her to stop and pulled the chain connecting the clamps. Tamara yelped loudly then but whimpered in pleasure when she felt Adam's fingers stoking her pussy. 

The deprivation of sight made all of these sensations more intense. This was the main reason that Tamara always kept a blindfold in her drawer. Next, Adam moved Tamara so that she was kneeling on the bed on her elbows and knees. He took the egg and pushed it quickly and deeply into Tamara's pussy. He had seen vibrating eggs before but never one this long or this fat. It filled Tamara's pussy very nicely. 

He reached over and pressed on Tamara's back telling her that he wanted her face down and ass up. For a moment he just sat there looking at Tamara, this was a beautiful site. This gorgeous, sexy woman with her face in the bed and her ass and pussy in the air offering herself to him, made him wish that he had a camera. Then he suddenly remembered that there was a digital camera in the drawer. "Would you mind if I take a few pictures?" 

Tamara replied, "That is why the camera is in the drawer. But you can only take pictures if you promise to take some of your big fat cock stretching my tiny little asshole. Especially since you get to enjoy that view but I do not get to see it myself." Adam quickly retrieved the camera and began taking a few pictures of Tamara from all angles. 

After taking pictures, Adam begins to remove the butt plug from Tamara's ass. He slowly pulled it out a bit; watching her ass stretch around the largest part of the plug, then would push it back into her ass. He did this quite a few times fucking Tamara with this plug. Finally he pulled it out all at once as fast as he could and replaced it with a syringe of lube. 

He had considered using his fingers to lubricate her ass to ensure that it was well lubed. However when he went back to get the camera, he found a pack of syringes prefilled with anal lube. This would mean that her ass would be well lubed and ready for him to fuck it, but would not be stretched by his fingers. Adam pushed the syringe in as deeply as possible and filled her with the lube as he slowly removed the syringe. 

Next Adam decided that he would play with her a bit to allow the lube to warm and spread deeper into her ass. He retrieved the remote and pulled Tamara's ass up to allow him better access to her clit. As Adam began licking Tamara's hard clit, he turned the egg on low. Once he began to suck her clit into his mouth, he turned the egg up higher. He could hear Tamara's cries of pleasure. Then when he could tell that she was about to cum, he bit her clit lightly and turned the egg on maximum. 

This sent Tamara over the edge and she began to cum and shake, and then squirted all over Adam's mouth and down his chin. As her orgasm subsided, Adam turned the egg off, but left it in place, it might be useful if Tamara's ass was stretched to the point of pain before he was fully in her ass. And frankly Adam did not intend to stop until his balls were pressed against Tamara's pussy. 

Once Tamara had calmed down, Adam went to her face and rubbed his hard cock against her cheek. Tamara immediately turned and took his cock into her mouth. Adam removed the blindfold and informed Tamara that he was about to fuck her ass and that he wanted to see the look of lust in her eyes as he did so. Now that Tamara's eyes adjusted to the light, and she was completely recovered from her orgasm, Adam ran his fingers through her hair thinking that it would make a good handle to pull her head back to see her face when he pushed his cock deep inside her ass. 

Adam grabbed the anal lube and applied a coat of it to his cock and wiped the excess off on a nearby towel. As he placed the head of his cock at Tamara's asshole, Adam remembered Tamara's request for pictures, and quickly snapped a picture. As he pushed the head of his cock into her ass, the requisite picture gave him an excuse to keep his cock right where it was stretching Tamara's ass so tight that her asshole was white with the strain of being stretched so wide. He slowly pushed in deeper relishing the feel of her asshole stretching to give him entrance, and the hot slick passage welcoming the head of his cock inside. Again taking a picture gave him the opportunity to enjoy this feeling just a little longer. 

Tamara was panting and moaning, but there was no sign of pain on her face. Adam slowly pushes his cock deeper into Tamara's tight hot ass. Since it has been so long since Adam was inside a woman's ass, he had forgotten just how hot, humid and tight a woman's ass is. Now he reaches the fattest part of his cock. Again, he pauses, stretching Tamara's ass to obscene limits to take a picture. He is now about halfway inside Tamara's ass. Only one woman has ever been able to take this much of his cock and she was screaming and cussing at him to take it out. 

Not Tamara though, she turns and looks at him with lust filled eyes and says, "I thought you were going to fuck my ass. Feels like you are just poking around in there. Fuck me Adam, Fuck me." 

When Adam heard that, he decides to give her what she wants and pushes deep into her ass, impaling her with about two thirds of his cock. He realizes that he made a mistake by not allowing her time to adjust when he hears sharp intake of breath and cry of pain. Then he remembers the vibrating egg. He turns the egg on the lowest setting and waits until he hears Tamara's moan of pleasure and she begins to push back against his cock now wanting it deeper. 

Adam is determined not to make the same mistake again so he controls his thrust into her ass despite the fact that she is trying to push her ass back and to force him deeper faster. When Adam reaches the point where he thinks she has taken as much of his cock as possible, he pauses, withdraws slightly and tries to slowly deeper to find out if she can take him any deeper. To Adam's surprise, as he is slowly pushing into her ass, he soon finds that his balls are pressed tightly against Tamara's pussy. She has actually taken every inch of his length and stretched beyond what he thought was possible for her tight ass and accepted all of his long fat cock. 

Adam pauses to allow Tamara a chance to adjust before he begins to properly fuck her ass. While he does this, he takes one more picture for Tamara. This picture is of his cock buried deep in her ass and her asshole stretched wide to accommodate him. Before he knows it, Tamara begins moving her ass back and forth, telling him without words that she is ready to be fucked. Adam grasps Tamara's hips and slowly begins to withdraw his cock from her ass. He pulls it out until only the head remains inside her ass, then with one slow long thrust reenters her ass until he is again balls-deep in her ass. 

Adam repeats this over and over again fucking her ass with slow long strokes, while listening to her moans of pleasure. Adam turns off the vibrating egg as he does not want Tamara to cum too soon. He wants to control her orgasm and his until he is ready to fuck her hard and fast. As Adam begins to pick up speed, he forward and grabs Tamara's hair, pulling her head up and using her hair in one hand and his other hand on her hip to pull her back against him as he begins fucking her hard and fast. When he can tell that Tamara is about to cum, Adam completely halts his movements. If at all possible, he want to time this so that they cum together. 




Tennis Lessons



Once Tamara's orgasm was prevented, Adam again fucks her hard and fast, just like they discussed earlier. Adam releases Tamara's hair and grasps her hips with both hands. He is now fucking her so hard and so fast that the sound of his balls slapping against her pussy sounds like a gunshot. As Adam feels his own orgasm begin to build, he wants to ensure that Tamara cums with him. He reaches down and turns the vibrating egg on high, returns his hands to Tamara's hips and fucks her as fast and as hard as he possibly can. 

Between the intense vibrations from the egg and Adam fucking her ass hard and fast, Tamara explodes with the strongest orgasm that she has had in a very long time. At almost the same instant, Adam too experiences the strongest orgasm that he has had in a very long time. Both Tamara and Adam are crying out and moaning in pleasure. 

If Tamara had not soundproofed her apartment, she is sure that the neighbors would be calling the police to report a murder or worse. As both tremble from the intensity of their orgasms, Adam and Tamara simultaneously collapse onto the bed. Adam still buried deep in Tamara's ass and both gasping for breath. They lay this way for a while until they begin to recover.

"Care to join me in the shower, and for the next few days, or until you need to leave? I have a shower that is built for two." Tamara asks and winks as she walks toward the bathroom. 

Adam is relieved that she is not tossing him out and gladly follows her to the shower. Who knows what they might find to do in the shower once they have washed each other clean.