7 comments/ 43604 views/ 11 favorites Tournament Time By: Riley196730309 My daughter is a high school senior and a very good softball player. When she first started playing travel ball, my wife and I would take turns taking her to out of town tournaments so the other could stay home and tend to our restaurant business and our two dogs. This is when our life took a very interesting turn. At the first tournament, I found myself having dinner with several of the players' mothers while the girls were down the street at a movie. I was enjoying the company of three very attractive women all around my age, but I was especially attracted to Lynda, a petite brunette with olive tinted skin. I found out later she had Italian parents. She was striking and had a fantastic body as well. She often wore sexy tennis outfits to the kids games, but I'd never really talked to her before tonight. We were just about finished and were all going to walk down the street back to the hotel when my wife texted me to call her. I stepped aside and called her back. She was somewhat upset as the air conditioner had gone out and it was well over 95 degrees at our Orlando home. She'd called the repair company, but they couldn't come for several days. I made a few suggestions including she go over to her mother's house but she didn't like that idea as she lived 35 miles away. After a few more ideas, she said, "you are no help," and hung up. Lynda could see that I'd just had a strained call and came over and asked me what was going on. I explained the situation and she started to laugh and pulled out her phone. "What are you doing?" I asked. "My husband was an AC repairman in his former life, before going into engineering," she said. "I'll call him. I let my wife know and she was very appreciative and apologetic about hanging up on me earlier. Several hours later, she called and said that John had been working hard to get it fixed, but was going to have to get a part in the morning. He'd invited her over to spend the night at his and Lynda's house which was only a mile or so away from our home. "Is that ok?" She asked. Well, what was I going to say... I'd just met Lynda and didn't know John, but our kids were on a team together and he was obviously a nice guy to rush over and try to help out people he didn't know either. "Uh, sure," was all I could come out with. We said our goodbyes and agreed to talk in the morning. As I sat there in my hotel room watching a ball game, I had a weird feeling that something momentous had just happened. Five minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Lynda was there and she was holding a six pack. She invited herself in, saying, "Looks like we are having a wife swap tonight." I chuckled and she could immediately tell I was uncomfortable. She apologized for the joke and told me to relax, but added that it was only fair we enjoy a beer since she was sure John and Abby were probably enjoying one at their house. I relaxed and enjoyed the cold Heineken. After enjoying our second beer, the girls got back to the hotel and were ready for bed. Lynda and I agreed to meet by the pool after getting our daughters in bed. A little while later, I slipped out of the room and down to the pool. I didn't see her at first, but then heard her calling me from the hot tub over in a darkened corner. I walked over and grabbed the last beer. Isn't it too hot for the hot tub I asked her. "Feels great actually. You should get in, it's not too hot," she said. "No suit," I said, pointing at my golf shorts. I sat on the edge and let my feet dangle in the water. I noticed her black bikini and couldn't wait to see her stand up. We talked for several hours learning that our families had a lot in common. In fact, John and I had gone to rival high schools only a year apart. We both knew that we had to get an earlier start the next day, but we were enjoying each other's company and neither of us made a move to go in although she also sat on the edge. "So what do you think John and Abby are doing?" I asked. "Hmmm. Being the gentleman that he is, he has probably fixed her dinner and they are probably enjoying a drink like you and I are," she said. "Well, after your wife swap comment...I was thinking they might be doing more than talking," I joked. She laughed and then a look crossed her face. "What is it?" I asked. After some hesitation she admitted that sometimes when they are in bed, they do talk about their fantasies and swinging is one of their favorite topics - guaranteed to get them going. I made some inane comment about how all couples have these types of discussions in the privacy of their bedrooms and then, realizing I had a hard on, turned so she couldn't see me. "Too late!" She said glancing at the rise in my shorts. I think we both realized we were heading into dangerous territory and we decided to turn in. As we parted in the hallway, we stopped and kissed. A quick one turned into a lingering kiss as my hands pulled her close. She grabbed my aching cock and gave me a squeeze. "Good night," she said over her shoulder as I watched her perfect ass walk down the hall and into her room. I texted Abby once I'd calmed down and gotten into bed - hearing the deep breathing of my daughter in the other bed. I thought she might still be up, but I never did hear from her that night...and what a sleepless night it was. Aside from a few stolen glances between Lynda and I, the rest of the tournament was uneventful. I'd only talked with Abby twice on the phone and John had indeed gotten the part and fixed the air conditioner the next day. She was going to fix him dinner as her way of saying thanks and told me she couldn't wait to see me the next night. She told me to "behave myself" and hung up. After getting home and unpacked we all had dinner together and our daughter hit the sack earlier. I hit the shower while my wife cleaned up the kitchen. A few minutes later, she came into the bathroom and then, after removing her clothes, got in the shower with me. I was instantly hard as I felt her tightly against me. She started stroking me which was driving me crazy. "Did you have fun in the hot tub with Lynda?" She asked. I looked at her funny and she just smiled. "Did you fantasize about what I was doing with John? Did you think about me in bed with another man? Was I stroking his cock like I am now? Hmmmm?" I couldn't take it any more. I turned her around so her hands were on the wall of the shower and I took her from behind. Gently at first and then with more urgency I pounded her, pushing and pulling her into me with my hands on her hips. "Did you let another man fuck you? Is that the price of an air conditioner? Did you like his cock?" I grunted. "Maybe I wanted to. Maybe I thought about it. Maybe he asked me to. Maybe I will," she added as she lost herself in orgasm. I slammed her hard feeling the release coming. "I think you should. You can go next time and I'll stay at home and fix Lynda's air conditioner. And I'll fuck her like I'm fucking you now!" I said, as I released myself into her. We held each other for a long while as the hot water washed over us. Several weeks later over dinner, my wife announced that the soft ball coach had sent out an email announcing that it was tournament time again. We smiled at each other and then she announced that it was her turn to go this time. Tournament Time Ch. 02 A couple of days before the weekend tournament, we attended one of our daughter's games at the local park. Both John and Lynda were there as well. It was clear to me as we talked that John and Abby, my wife had made a connection when they'd spent time together several weeks. I had a similar feeling with Lynda. We all talked and went out as a group after the game. We talked about the upcoming tournament out of state and it was decided that Abby and our daughter would ride up with John and their daughter as there was no reason for them both to drive the three hours. That Friday, I drove them over to John and Lynda's house and helped them load the car. Both Lynda and I waved as our spouses and children drove away. "So, I guess we are swapping spouses again," I said. We both enjoyed our inside joke. "Well, actually, since Abby cooked for John last time, I thought I'd make you dinner if you don't have other plans," she asked. I had been hoping to spend more time with her and this was the perfect opportunity. "Great. It's a date," I said. I was sitting at the kitchen bar watching her cook for an hour and we had shared a nice bottle of red wine. Our conversation was easy and fun. "So exactly where did my wife sleep when your chivalrous husband took he in?" I asked trying to see if we would have the type of confessional conversations we'd enjoyed previously. "Well, first of all, what makes you think they slept? " she asked smiling. It was clear she was willing to play along. "That's true. I don't know. Do you?" I said. "All I'm saying is the guest room bed had not been disturbed." "She could have made it? Or, do you think they shared a bed? You did tell me this was a fantasy of yours and Johns," I said. She proceeded to confes that her and John had used the fact that Abby had spent the night alone with John in their house to fuel some hot talk during sex. I laughed and had to confess the same thing. She didn't seem too surprised, but had to finish cooking and so we dropped it for a little while. We were enjoying the end of a second bottle when we both got text messages from our spouses within five minutes of each other letting us know they'd arrived and checked in. Lynda called John back while sitting on the other end of the couch from me. Of course I could only hear her end of the conversation. "Hey honey. How was the trip? Oh. That's to bad. Where did you guys eat? Well, I invited Brad over for dinner. Yes, like we talked about. In fact, he's still here. Yes. Yes. Oh I should? And what will you and Abby be doing? That's true. Mmmm. Ok. Good night," she concluded. "What exactly had you talked about?" I asked. She explained that they wanted her to seduce me. I didn't know what to say. She wanted to show me what John and Abby had done in this house. I didn't know what to believe, but my emotions of confusion, anger were overcome by my lust for her. "So what did happen?" I said quietly. Evidently she was very thankful she explained. With that she moved over to me and kissed my cheek and then my lips. My lips took in her tongue and I knew I was along for whatever rode she was going to take me on. We made out like teenagers, groping as we went. She then unbuttoned my shorts and reached her hand into my underwear, finding my stiff cock. "I hear she is a great cock sucker," she said as she lowered her mouth onto me. She looked up at me as she licked and sucked, cupping my balls with one hand and removing my shorts. After a few minutes, she said we were going upstairs so she could show me where her husband had fucked my wife. My head was spinning with the wine, the lust and this newfound knowledge. She removed her clothes as I stood in front of her. Lay down she commanded. "Your sweet Abby then did this," she said as she got on top of me impaling her pussy on my rock hard manhood. "Did John fuck her like this?" I asked getting into it as I pumped up and into her. We fucked like this for ten minutes as we talked about what John and Abby had done in this same bed two weeks earlier. I rolled her over so I could thrust into her and I did. I fucked her as hard as I could and finally exploded into her as her pussy spasmed around me. Spent, I must have fallen asleep. It wasn't until I woke up around three in the morning that I saw Abby had texted me and called me asking me to call her. I decided to wait til in the morning as I crawled back into bed with Lynda hoping for round two. Tournament Time Ch. 03 Oh boy...am I an idiot! After Abby and our daughter got home from the tournament and I had a chance to be alone with Abby, I told her I knew what she had done with John...and I was ok with it. "What exactly is it you think I did with John?" she demanded. "Well, uh, you know..." I stammered. "I have no idea what you are talking about. What the hell are you talking about?" she said. Oh boy...am I an idiot, I thought. We've always been very open with each other and I could tell immediately that she really didn't know what I was talking about. Not sure how to proceed, I explained to her that Lynda had told me that her and John had fooled around that night she spent at their house. I conveniently left out the part about me and Lynda for the moment. She was furious now and denied that anything "significant" had occurred. Why had she used that word I wondered. "Significant" "What do you mean significant?" I asked. I could tell she was now on the defensive and it was her turn to stammer. Nothing happened she assured me again. "However, we did talk about sex...and a wife swap...and how fun that might be. He told me that Lynda and you were even joking about it." "So nothing actually happened between you two?" I asked. "Nothing. Just talk. Although I have to confess that it made me hot as hell and I made my self come while in their guest room. And then when you came home and talked dirty to me in the shower and brought up the idea of me and John fucking, that drove me crazy," she said. "Remember?" she said as she moved her hand up my thigh to my awakening crotch. I sure did. After checking on our daughter and making sure she was asleep, I came back into our room and found Abby under the sheets and undressed. I removed my own clothes and slid in next to her. Her cool smooth skin felt delicious in my hands. Mmmm she added as I held her close and reached a hand down between her legs, finding her wetness. Circling her clit, I asked her, "So did you want to find yourself in bed with John?" Her body responded that the idea excited her even if she didn't answer my question. I continued to finger her bringing her to climax before moving myself on top of her, drawing her legs around me and entering her. I proceeded to fuck her as we looked at each other. She smiled a mischevious smile. "Are you imagining me fucking him?" "Yes." "Do you like it? Do you want to watch?" "Yes." I picked up speed, getting into the fantasy in my head. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Mmmm. Could be fun..." Matching my furious assault until we both attained release. We held onto each other like we'd never done before falling asleep on minutes later. The next morning, Abby wanted to know exactly what Lynda had told me about them fooling around and wondered why she would make up something like that. "And exactly what did you mean last night when you said you were ok with it? You thought I'd fooled around with him and you were ok with it?" she quizzed. "Or do I even need to ask after last night?" she added. "Well, we've talked about swinging before and they are a nice couple," I said with a forced smile as I was leaving for work. "Lets talk more about it tonight." I sat down at my desk and after checking a few emails, I texted Lynda and asked her to call me on my private line at work. About 20 minutes later she called. She seemed relaxed, but I was somewhere between irritated and ballistic. "Why did you tell me that Abby and John had fucked at your house? She denies they did anything but talk! I can't..." I stopped as she cut me off. She apologized for giving me that impression, but denied telling me that they actually had sex. She was a little tipsy (as was I) that night and was trying to seduce me, playing along with our talk about wife swapping. Again, if she'd given me the wrong impression, she apologized. "But I don't apologize for having you in my bed. And John does know the truth. He knew I was going to seduce you that night. He would love to have some fun with Abby if you guys are interested," she said. Now my head was in a fog. I wasn't sure what or who to believe. Had I been drunk that night? Had I misunderstood our conversation? Was she talking in fantasy and me thinking in reality? Was she lying to me now? Did any of this matter? Why was I getting turned on just thinking about it? I left work early that day and went to our local Starbucks. I took my laptop with me and positioned it so people would think I was working, but I was really having a heart to heart with myself. Was I ready to enter a relationship with another couple? Did I have to come clean with Abby? Was I ready to watch her fuck another man? I knew I'd like to be with Lynda again. Damn, too much coffee. I texted Abby and told her I wanted to take her and just her to dinner that night. She promptly replied that that would be great as she wasn't going to have time to make dinner and our daughter had practice and then a group project, so she wasn't going to be around. I told her I'd swing by and get her (and thought the pun was funny when I said it) at 6 p.m. After getting our favorite table at our favorite Italian restaurant and downing my first glass of Cabernet, I told her everything. I mean everything. She didn't interrupt. She didn't appear to be mad. She just sat there. The waiter came and took our order. She just sat there. He brought our salad. She just sat there. Finally she spoke. "I'm not happy about you cheating on me. But. I cheated first. Not physically. But mentally and emotionally. And perhaps more importantly, I deceived you. When John and I spent the night together we did not sleep together. We never even touched. But we did talk about sex, life, marriage and what it would be like to sleep with someone new. Not because we didn't love our partner, but because we wanted that newness of being with someone the first time. We wanted to know what a new lover would be like. I was very aroused. I wanted him. But I wanted to be faithful to you. So I challenged him. Lynda really. I told him that if Lynda could seduce you, that I'd give myself to him. I touched myself and let him watch. He pulled out his hard cock and stroked it for me. He wanted me to touch it. He asked me to, pleaded really. He came like a geyser spraying his couch and floor. I told him I wouldn't unless and until you knew. The irony is that she used our affair, that hadn't even happened, to get you to have sex with her. Although I understand it wasn't too difficult," she said getting that shot in before finally giving up the floor to me. Now it was my turn to stare at her. The emotions were flooding through me. Anger, surprise, lust all coursed through me. I picked at my food and then suggested we finish this most interesting conversation at home.