The Tennis Temptress, part 2

The Tennis Temptress, part 2 The Tennis Temptress, part 2

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Debbie needs further stress relief during her tournament. How will Jerry's wife react when Debbie's needs arise? (You already know the answer to that question!)

Summary

Debbie needs further stress relief during her tournament. How will Jerry's wife react when Debbie's needs arise? (You already know the answer to that question!)

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Submitted: March 08, 2016

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Tennis Temptress, pt. 2

When they flew into New York for the U. S. Open, Debbie was upset that Jerry had brought his wife, Brenda along on the trip. Given their previous sexual encounter and the agreement for more, Debbie knew that sex with Jerry the nights before her matches would be virtually non-existent. To make things even more frustrating for her, Jerry again booked them with adjoining rooms.

The day after their arrival Debbie spent most of her time with practice drills with Jerry and then some warm up rounds with other players. By the end of the day she was physically tired and emotionally down. After a quiet dinner with Jerry and his wife, Debbie retired to her room. Depressed, she threw herself onto her bed crying softly until she fell asleep.

When she awoke sometime later in the darkness of her room she heard soft moaning coming from Jerry’s room. She crept up to the adjoining door and listened intently. Jerry’s grunts were in sync with his wife’s moans. Debbie soon became infuriated knowing she could not have Jerry sexually during the tournament.

Defiantly she rapped on the door, and the grunts and moans on the other side of the door ceased immediately. A few seconds later Jerry opened the door with a robe wrapped around him. Debbie could see Brenda sitting up in bed, not bothering to cover her nakedness.

“What is it, Deb?” Brenda asked from across the room.

Stammering and reaching for words of explanation Debbie finally blurted out the truth.

“I’m lonely and upset that I can’t have sex before my matches this week!”

Debbie was certain there would be hell to pay for her outburst but Brenda and Jerry reacted much differently than she expected. Brenda threw off her covers and came to the door naked. She put her arm around Deb and steered her toward the bed.

“Come on in and set down, Deb. There’s no need to be upset; we can work something out.”

Soon Debbie was sitting on the edge of the bed between naked Brenda and Jerry in his robe, which hung open loosely.

“I’m sorry to break up your love making, Brenda, but I’ve got to do something; I’m so tense.”

Brenda brushed a hand alongside Debbie’s cheek, smiling. “Jerry told me about your little sexual adventures, although I had expected it. Besides, I used to play on the circuit, so I know what goes on between coaches and players.”

“Really?” Debbie asked incredulously. “Then you don’t mind that I….I mean that we….”

Brenda curled her arm that was on Debbie’s shoulder, pulled her close and she kissed Debbie softly on the lips and held the kiss until Debbie responded in kind. Brenda pushed Debbie back onto the bed and rolled atop her. Her kisses rained down Debbie’s neck and when Brenda opened Debbie’s blouse to expose her breasts Debbie was totally caught up in the moment.

“Jerry, help me with her clothes, babe,” Brenda said softly.

Jerry and Brenda soon had Debbie naked and lying in the center of the bed. Brenda knelt on the edge of the bed with her head between Debbie’s knees. Her lips trailed soft wet kisses down the inside of one leg until she was sucking the soft thigh near Debbie’s dark patch.

Jerry stood at the end of the bed behind Brenda’s kneeling body and watched excitedly as his wife fulfilled one of her fantasies. When her face dipped in between Debbie’s thighs, Brenda emitted a moan that filled the room. When Debbie felt Brenda’s tongue lashing into her she closed her legs against Brenda’s head and grabbed fistfuls of the sheet beneath her. Sweet pangs of suppressed need warmed her whole body.

Jerry took control of Brenda’s hips and reinserted his cock into her. Soon he had resumed his frenzied fucking of his wife’s wet pussy, slamming into her with a new purpose. He wanted to make her come before she could make Debbie come. He knew from experience that Debbie loved a tongue on her clit and she would not last long in her current state.

Brenda had slipped her hands under Debbie’s ass and was feasting on the young girl’s pussy, lapping and sucking with abandon. Debbie ran her hands into Brenda’s hair and began humping her hips up off the bed. Brenda’s lips latched onto Debbie’s clit and Debbie cried out, closing her eyes and digging her hands into Brenda’s scalp.

“Oh, God, that is so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Brenda was overwhelmed with excitement and suddenly she felt Jerry’s hand between her legs. His fingers played with her excited clit as only he knew how, and his thrusting was taking her there. It seemed only fitting that they should all come simultaneously; each was ready and at the point of orgasm.

Jerry was the first to succumb to the sensations overtaking them all. His cock sent sheets of his sperm rocketing into Brenda and she felt it, which triggered her own orgasm and she moaned into Debbie with all her might. Debbie could not stand the pressure building in her and she went into a shuddering climax.

Jerry continued to ride Brenda until she pulled free of Debbie’s legs. She left Debbie gasping as she pushed away and Jerry backed away. Brenda jumped up and turned into Jerry’s arms, throwing hers around him and panting into his neck. “Oh, fuck, Jerry, that was so hot, so freaking hot!”

“You’re amazing, babe,” he responded.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like with a woman. My God, Jerry, I couldn’t get enough of her.”

“We’re going to be here a week and hopefully she can work her way up in the tournament, and I know she’ll want something from at least one of us.”

Debbie sat up on the bed, her face flushed but smiling.

“I hate to tell you this, Jerry, but she’s better at that than you are!”

 

 


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