Archive name: The Tennis Professional.HTM
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Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: The Tennis Professional
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When my wife Loren
announced that she wanted to take up tennis I didn’t think anything was amiss.
Loren’s an active and attractive twenty eight years old with a good figure,
tight butt, and shoulder length blonde hair. She has always done ‘something’ in
all of the six years that we have been together, tennis was a new one but I
didn’t think anything.
Pretty soon she was at
the club two or three times a week and I joking said that she must have been
enjoying herself. I didn’t know just how she was enjoying herself.
As the club had a bar I
decided to drop in one day and surprise Loren, again I didn’t realise that I
was going to be the one getting the surprise.
The bar was pretty empty
when I arrived, just the bar keeper and one of the grounds men sharing a late
lunch. I ordered a coke and sat down on my own.
“Where’s super dick?”
The bar keeper laughed.
“Laurence has another
lesson.” The grounds man grinned.
“Where, in his office or
on the court?” The bar keeper laughed again.
“In his office, I just
saw him steering her in that direction.” The grounds man added. “The blonde, the new one.”
It took me a minute to
realise that they were talking about Loren, about my wife! I stood up on wobbly
legs and made my way into the brilliant sunlight of a hot
It took me fifteen
minutes but eventually I was near to Laurence’s office. It was, in reality, a
converted bungalow, the kind built in the twenties for people wanting a holiday
home. I was there just in time to see Loren emerge and walk away; she turned
briefly and waved in the general direction of the bungalow.
She didn’t see me as I
was concealed in the dense foliage that seemed to cover most of the clubs
grounds. I waited until she was out of sight and hurried back to my car.
What do you do when your
wife is having an affair? Confront her with the fact that you know? How do you
do that? Just come out and say it. I know that you’re screwing with someone
from the tennis club?
Loren was the single
most important person in my life and I couldn’t see how I’d exist without her.
So what did that mean? I could just ignore that fact that the woman I slept
with, that I made love to, was sharing her body with someone else?
In the end I proved to
be a coward. I said nothing, allowing Loreto continue her lessons and hoped
that the affair might peter out. It didn’t and finally, finally I decided to do
something. I had to know, was she in love with him or was it just sex?
There was only one way
that I could think of finding out. I had to see them together. Yet I couldn’t
just barge in on them. I didn’t have any proof and confrontations were never my
scene. So I had to be discrete and devious. I had to spy on my own wife!
I stopped off and collected a distance camera
and microphone from one of those survivalist stores. I’m sure the store
assistant didn’t mean to but he made me feel cheap and dirty.
The next time that Loren
had one of her lessons I swapped cars with my secretary so that I could park at
the club without any fear of Loren seeing me.
I knew that I was being
underhand and devious. I felt shame, embarrassment and trepidation. I still
didn’t know what I’d do if I was proved right.
I parked the car and
made my way to the bungalow. The flowering shrubs hid me right up to the rear
of the building and I was able to crouch almost beneath an open window.
Of course I had no idea
of the layout of the bungalow. It might just be my luck that what ever was
happening in one of the other rooms and then all this creeping about would have
been wasted.
I heard voices and
froze; they were in the very next room. If either came to the window then they
would see me. I sank into the shrubbery and hoped that my pounding heart wasn’t
as loud as it sounded.
The voices were
indistinct until I lifted the mike boom to the window, then first a man’s voice
and then Loren’s came through very clearly.
“How long can you stay?”
The man asked.
“Till about two, I’m
meeting Jenny for a late lunch.” I heard Loren say. Jenny was her best friend
from high school and I guessed her confidant.
“We actually have time
for a game of tennis.” He laughed.
“Not in the mood I’m
in.” Loren answered in a deep, throaty voice.
“That bad?” He laughed
“Find out for yourself.”
Loren replied.
I had just about set up
the remote camera and now its tiny eye added to the voices from the mike.
Gradually the room came into focus. I was surprised to realise that the view
was in colour.
Loren was already in a
clinch with him and just seeing that really hurt and I knew that the decent
thing to do was make a noise to disturb them and then sneak away.
It was the descent thing
but watching a complete stranger pawing at my beloved and I had thought utterly
faithful wife was hypnotic. They acted like old lovers, another galling thing;
Loren’s infidelity had obviously begun a long time ago,
She had her arms about
his neck whilst he ran his hands across her open and complaint body, rucking up
first her t-shirt and then her skirt. I saw him slid his hands inside her
panties to feel her buttocks.
Then Loren was sinking
to her knees, skilfully unfastening his shorts she pulled them down to reveal
his already erect dick. She lifted it towards her mouth, said something so
softly they both laughed at, and then she took his dick into her mouth.
Loren had never done this with me. She’d always
said that sucking on the thing I pissed through disgusted her. Well I could see
the lie in her words. Loren gave head like you saw in the porno movies and I
realised that this wasn’t the first time she’d gone down on a man.
I swear that I could hear her slurping and sucking on his organ. I could hear him, softly swearing and
cursing her.
“That is so good baby.” He chortled. “So
gooooood!” As he spoke he was mussing
with Loren’s hair. “Only much more and you’re going to spoil things.” He lifted
Loren to her feet to plant a long and very deep kiss onto her mouth. At the
same time his hands were once more beneath her short tennis skirt, clutching at
Loren’s tight little buttocks.
As I watched Loren did a
little hop to wrap her legs about his waist. He laughed and whispered something
I couldn’t catch. The intent was obvious because Loren laughed, throwing her
head so far back that her blonde hair hung straight down.
He shuffled towards his
desk, resting her butt on the edge. They traded kisses and t-shirts and pretty
soon Loren’s small skirt has joined the t-shirts on the floor. He would look
ludicrous, naked with his shorts down around his trainers, if he wasn’t
standing between my wife’s open legs. She looks gorgeous, her naked breasts
sharp and tempting. He rubs his hands over them and she grabs hold of his dick.
He says something and
she laughs and then says something back (the mike isn’t as good as the camera).
I can’t hear their whispered conversations, which might be a blessing as I’m
sure they are not talking about the weather.
He sinks to his knees …
I know what’s about to happen. Loren is ruffling his hair and then lifts her
behind and finally her panties are removed. He dips his head and Loren starts
to whimper and doesn’t stop until the whimper is replaced by a choking cry.
The first time I ever
heard Loren beginning to what I thought was choke we had been making love. Of
course it was the beginning of her climax but then I actually believed that I
had hurt her. Now I knew better and I watched and listened as my wife, my beautiful
and passionate wife came to her climax with another man. The thing that I
thought we shared, was the most private between us, she had casually shared
with a stranger.
He didn’t pause in his
ministrations to her until the climax was a subsiding memory and then he stood
up and Loren folded her arms around his neck and they kissed and I knew she had
to taste her own juices. I was revolted but it didn’t seem to bother Loren.
They kissed and kissed those deep languid kisses that lovers share when they know they have all the time in the world.
There is a hunger but no haste. He stroked her bare neck and then his
hand moves across her breasts, rubbing his palm over her nipples. I can see
that Loren’s hand is now around his erect dick, slowly wanking him.
Their eyes met, he says something and Loren given him a long, slow smile
before saying something back. He laughs and I watch as Loren steers his dick
towards her sex. He pulls her closer and I lose sight of his dick and then
Loren grunts and I know where it is.
Slowly he begins to move and I stop watching and sink back onto my
hunches, the tiny picture created by the spy camera ignored. In the headset I
still hear then, the soft grunting of the sex, the urgent encouragement and
finally that familiar chocking cry as Loren reaches her orgasm.
Its snaps my stupor and I start paying attention to the tiny screen.
They are still entwined but slowly he takes a step back, his cock is at last
flaccid bit I can see the glistening evidence of my wife’s orgasm. Loren slides
off the desk, she is so naked and so obviously unashamed, even giving his limp
dick an affectionate squeeze.
“If you want more then you’ll have to wait.” He laughs.
“You know that I get impatient … I’m going the loo … you can get me a
glass of water.”
It is the normalness of her actions that shocks me. She has just fucked
with another man, broken her marriage vows, cheated on me and now she wants a glass of water, as if this is an everyday
occurrence.
A couple of minutes later she returns. He has slumped onto an armless
chair, after collecting their clothing off the floor. I didn’t like the way
that he sniffed the crotch of Loren’s panties; couldn’t he get enough of her?
Loren straddles his waist, sitting down on him before accepting the
glass of water which she downs greedily. “Funny, but fucking always makes me
thirsty.” She drops the glass to the floor and leaning forward, kisses him on
the mouth. “And fucking with you just makes me hornier.” She is rubbing her
breasts over his chest and then dips down and kisses his nipples, playfully
nipping them.
“Hey!” He laughs. “That hurts.”
“No it didn’t.” She protests, “Besides you do that to me all the time,
so now you can see how it feels.” She bites him again.
“Point taken … now how much longer can you stay?”
“I’m open to persuasion.” She laughs.
The prospect of watching Loren fucking for a second time isn’t one that
I can handle. I collect my gear and creep away, wondering how I’ll be able to
ever speak to Loren again.
Of course I do, by the time I return home from the office she is there,
bright eyed and bushy tailed as they say, scrubbed and smelling fresh. She’s
cooked one of our favourite meals and bought a bottle of my favourite wine.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask.
“No occasion, just thought it would be nice, like when we were first
together, nice meal, nice wine, early night …” Loren’s eyes sparkled and I
couldn’t help but think that she’d already had sex twice today.
Over the wine I made a suggestion. “We should have a game of tennis, se
how much all these lesson’s had taught you.”
“Not much.” Loren says seeming to be crestfallen. “Actually I was
thinking of doing something else, tennis is just hitting a ball over a net,
‘changing end’ and doing the same again.”
I say nothing and a few weeks later Loren announces she wants to try
golf as a hobby.
Paula’s Epilogue
Loren and Dave weren’t destined to last, within the year she’d walked
out on him to live with her golfer. Dave after a few months in sackcloth asked
out his secretary of five years, she’s called Norma by the way. It worked and
as soon as the divorce came through, Dave and Norma got married and they are
expecting their second child this summer.
As for Loren, well it didn’t last with the golfer or anyone else for
that matter and the last I heard she’d moved nearer the coast and is still
single and playing around.