Lucky husband shares wife's girlfriends
When Brandon Campbell's wife asked him to sub for social tennis at the last moment Sunday morning, he was hard-pressed not to groan audibly.
He needed to sketch a draft design for work, ready for first thing Monday morning, and a promotion and bonus payment likely to be riding on his evident skill.
"Oh, I'll make it up to you later," she said as her eyes fluttered. She had won as usual.
Still, Cathy did look gorgeous in her designer tennis whites, the social expectation of the expensive new private club they had membership to.
Cathy for the tennis and Brandon for the potential design work generated in a luxurious, relaxed atmosphere, preferably a round of golf or the nineteenth hole.
As for the inseparable pair—Anastasia- Kate, and Keely—who would be on the other side of the net — Brandon found them a hard-to-classify pair — sometimes catty , sometimes very purry!
Brandon was already planning on keeping the balls deep and angled away from them — and, preferably, a quickie match.
It was already a hot day, and after lunch at the club, he could finish his presentation at home this afternoon. Relieve the pressure, not leave it until midnight.
There was no questioning the designer cut of the lady's tennis gear as they all met on the court. Some serious questioning of the price tags on the following credit card statement by their husbands, though Brandon realised these late twenty-something women like his wife were probably only one undressed moment away from being sexually feral.
Held in check by pieces of strategically sexily crafted cloth: so short were the pleated skirts and the white stretch fabric tops so snugly fitting over the noticeable white sports bras and the fem-scene complete with those cute tennis hats with the visors.
Brandon was polite, "Nice tan A-K," he got this one in quick before the effusive, never-ending girl speak; their catch-up time, along with, "New hairstyle Keely," lost in a swirl of girly touchy, feely banter.
Seriously, were they dressed for tennis, as a distraction to guys in mixed doubles, or a sapphic invitation to each other?
The short white tennis socks and designer shoes completed the head-to-toe look; yes, sleek shaved legs and well-shaped thighs, pert arses, flat stomachs, curved chests, and experienced pouty lips.
Game on: though, was it always tennis?
He wondered about the liberties and opportunities once the girls were in the changing rooms. Did they all get in the sauna naked together? Just how chaste were the female masseuses with his wife, for instance? What was the natural attraction of the weekly game with the girls?
"Fine, we will take sun end," said Brandon, wanting the game over before it started.
There was, though, way too much-tanned flesh on display, especially thigh and those lustrous, shapely lower legs.
Yum, Yum.
Blonde Anastasia-Kate had great natural breasts as an additional attraction. While brunette Keely always had that look; you know the one, if I get the chance, if I ever get you alone somewhere, even on a tennis court, we will fuck; marriage being no issue.
There was an issue: Cathy emasculating him — if he strayed.
And there it was on cue, "Honey, stop daydreaming, serve."
Brandon realised it would not be a super quick match.
The bitches were playing well or just really playing him.
It's hard to tell with women sometimes.
He was chasing many balls and did not have enough time to think about what he would like to do or have done to his pair of balls.
He was gracious, though, "Another good shot Keels."
Some well-placed shots by Keely, in particular, had Brandon reduced to the role of ball boy.
The giggling bitches were enjoying his bending. His tight shorts butt look when picking up the ball by the back fence.
So much for his idea of male dominance and a fast match.
Occasionally, he got the furry yellow missile behind the pair over the net.
There are not many things sexier than indiscreet female ball retrieval, the lingering glance at shapely deliberately flaunted fem-rump not entirely covered by tight white knickers, provocatively sexy because their panties stretch to define the enclosed camel toe flesh, really shaping what is supposedly hidden: but still, there is that delicious amount of wonder left to your imagination.
Filling in the gaps, guys like that, trying to decide just what sort of lips are surrounded by that gorgeous puffiness: shaved, trimmed or bush and Brandon's filthy mind even wandered momentarily to Keely's pink arsehole.
Tight came to mind.
"Brandon, honey concentrate, swap sides; it doubles, not singles," from Cathy.
Still, the repeated complete fem bulge beckoning between thighs and pointed in your direction; gorgeous, perfectly mature late twenties arse cheeks from two women; it was a worthwhile longer game.
It got even pervier when Anastasia–Kate was serving. She tried for that high-kicking swinging placement down the centre line.
She went the extended reach, and her short tennis skirt kept flipping up to reveal—well, basically everything.
"Where are your eyes when A-K is serving?" said Cathy.
"Follow her racquet; it indicates her placement."
Yes, the fresh white cotton panties were there.
Shit, if she had served commando, it would have been an ace every time regardless of placement or speed; so tight and shapely were her briefs.
Well, they were nearly game, set, and match by themselves.
Skimpy tight panties were distracting enough, but she had the added fem-mound cleft that was eye-drawing.
More seriously distracting on service, though, was A-K's second ball, which was tucked under the rim of her tight elastic.
The amount of arse cheek and high thigh revealed at the start of her service game and the eye candy pop as the ball was indiscreetly sought for a second serve; well, Brandon couldn't wait for her to fault on her first serve and kept waywardly thinking his balls would like to be snuggled up under her knickers.
All three women's skin, including Cathy's, quickly developed that hot, attractive, worked-out look.
Thank God it was only two sets, and his wife composed her strong game. They finished in a drawn match and had sound, exciting fun all around.
They headed off for the change rooms, with the intention of lunching together after that on the club's balcony.
"Oh, honey, take your time in the shower; we all need a long girly cool-off, too," said Cathy.
Brandon was enjoying his relaxing shower, loosening his recently stiff-worked muscles. However, he realised one muscle hadn't had a good workout recently.
Work screwed with your sex life.
Well, Cathy would get it tomorrow night for sure; his cock made a mental note of the arrangement.
Just get that design brief finished.
He heard twitters behind his shower cubicle and peered out behind the curtain. All three women were in their underwear in the bloke's changing room.
What was going on?
"The water is off; something is stuffed next door, "said Cathy as she stripped off her bra and panties and joined Brandon in his cubicle.
He loved her trimmed bush and took in it as usual.
However, as she pulled back the shower curtain, both Anastasia –Kate and Keely—got a good look at a fat, long, worthwhile male appendage.
The two hussies were au naturale, just like that, no shame; they were both stunning in their skin suits.
For a moment, it was only skin that Brandon and an inquisitive Cathy took in.
But as usual, a skin show gets you thinking more, and the pair was so smooth between their legs.
Keely had those delightful dangly flips that hang out, and Anna-Kate has one stunning true camel toe slit.
Brandon's eyes were glued between their legs, and it was an act of will to take in their breasts, too.
He was stunned and shell-shocked as the two women shared the shower cubicle next to the married couple.
"Well, what the hell goes on at tennis," he tried to ask Cathy.
However, he was distracted quickly, not solely by soaping up Cathy's titties but by the giggly noises from the next shower bay.
Then, the passionate moaning over the gap wafted to his ears.
It was obvious it was touching.
What sort of touching?
Brandon stopped fondling Cathy's body and was now listening to the pair next to them. It was awesomely raunchy; someone was getting quality body attention.
"Ahh, yes there, more there, keep your tongue there. Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
Cathy had that sex look in her eyes as she said, "Come, honey, let's take a peek."
Brandon's mind was trying to fill in the sensual details. The fantasy picture in his head was way behind the ribald smut in the next shower cubicle.
Cathy pushed back the shower curtain.
A-K had her back to Keely. Her foot was up on the internal bench, and her brunette girlfriend was licking out her arsehole. Her tongue probed repeatedly in a gaping, gawped way.
Brandon let out a gasp, not of shock but pure sensual delight.
"Oh, Wow!"
Anna-K's greedy, happy, smiling mouth said: "Join in."
Brandon's cock was stirred to inflexible also immediately as his wife Cathy did exactly that and started licking the blonde's awesome natural titties.
Poor Brandon wasn't sure what to do: finger Cathy or watch.
Surely Cathy wouldn't let him touch or screw her girlfriends.
It was an over-the-top turn-on: seeing his wife suck and flick and massage another woman's nipples.
It was Cathy who released her stunned partner by frankly stating:
" Well, don't be frickin male useless honey: lick out Keely."
Keely the bitch spread her legs as she was now fingering A-K's pink starfish and gave Brandon the wink.
For a second, Brandon didn't know where to start. Keely had too much delightful flesh between her thighs, so pink, so dangly, so fixating.
Thankfully, his tongue just took the lead. The brunette's crinkly lips, fuelled by Brandon's flicking attention, had her moaning quickly and increased the smutty work rate of her fingers and tongue around A-K's butthole.
"Mnnngghhh," she cooed.
Brandon nearly lost his balance as Cathy started licking his balls from behind.
Then, it was a blur of maleness lost in an overwhelming cavalcade of harem femflesh.
Anna-K had his cock between her copious breasts.
She was rubbing and flicking her breasts and nipples over his cock shaft from left to right; soft, meeting hard was so pleasurable. Then hard nipples flicking a hard shaft became paradise as firm to firm flesh generated rigid happiness for two.
"Ugh, ugh," Brandon groaned.
In a smudge of fast action, Keely had him on the bench and was bouncing up and down on his cock; while Cathy had her titties in his face. He didn't know where to concentrate.
Luckily, his cock was on autopilot, and Keely was happy doing the work of bouncing up and down on his throbbing pecker.
Keely was all his then.
Cathy was occupied with Anna-K.
The brunette gave the instruction:" Pump deep and faster, you prick. I want to bounce on your balls."
And Brandon hit his straps as he was thrusting to fill this hot tart whose sweet pussy was wrapped around his hardness.
And Brandon had the motivation; he got that burst of energy to fucking pump this lady as she had never been frickin pumped before because his adorable Cathy, as he could see, was licking out A-K's pussy on the shower floor.
Brandon was fully excited by seeing the added escalating, unbridled, now frenzied pleasure of his wife's tongue sweeping across another woman's aroused clit.
The blonde was moaning loudly; it was nearly too much for her body, but her being adjusted to new levels of lust just like that — rewarding her libido with a pulsating, rapturous, spreading orgasm.
Anastasia–Kate's "Ooh" echoed around the cubicle, pleasure reverberating seemingly off the walls.
"Ooh, Ooh, Ooh!"
And it was made even more intense by the shuddering fem-ecstasy of; "Ahh…Ahhh…Yes….Yes;" from Keely as she came very strongly.
Like in a perfect male fantasy: there were then three women taking turns licking his pecker.
"Love your ball boy," said Keely to Cathy after sucking off Brandon's nut sack.
But in the end, A-K and Keely had to let Cathy finish her man off.
A-K massaged her titties while Keely put her pussy in Cathy's face as Brandon appreciated his wife's pussy like he hadn't in a married regular sex way for a fair while.
It was at first the slutiness of the scene, the compelling truthfulness of basic multiple ribald sexual desires revealed and the fact his cock had been in another woman.
However, the intensity of the married couple's orgasms came because everything centred back on them: Cathy, his beautiful Cathy who would always be there for him and Cathy feeling her man ball deep in her.
Brandon gave, and Cathy gave: as lovers reignited by whatever situation reinvigorates partner worship and builds renewed passion.