Stacy’s Ball-Smashing Double Date

Robert arranged Stacy’s romp with two guys who had the balls to compete with her

photo: MetArt

Stacy gripped her racket, gritted her teeth, and smashed the tennis ball against the garage wall. She hopped to her right and softly returned the ball to the opposite side. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her thighs and arms burned from the workout.

“What’s the score?” asked Robert, returning home from his run and looking hot in his nylon shorts. He wiped his forehead, scooped up the ball, and handed it to his wife.

“Fifteen — love. My favor.” She smiled. “As always.”

“Damn, you’re competitive. Warming up for Miguel?” Robert kissed her on the cheek.

“And his partner, Benny. They both want to play me.”

Robert laughed and headed to the kitchen. “Double teamed? Come on. Impossible.”

“It’s just for fun. And Benny’s quite the amateur. Help me practice. Let’s go play a match.” Stacy followed inside.

“You’d kill me. Besides, we agreed on a dinner date since the house is empty. Remember?”

“All right.” Stacy shook her head.

Her competitive tennis days were as much behind her as Robert’s long-distance races were finished. But they both had that internal fire that athletes have to possess to compete.

She got a drink of water and headed to the bathroom, lifting her sweat-stained T-shirt and looking in the mirror, feeling a strange anticipation of playing Miguel and Benny.

She stripped off her shorts when Robert walked in, naked and ready to shower. “So you’re not jealous?”

“Of — ?”

“My playing with two guys.”

“We’re talking tennis, right?” His cock was semi-erect and when he sighed, he stiffened. “And aren’t they gay?”

“Yeah, tennis. And Miguel is bisexual. Not sure about Benny.” Stacy glanced at Robert’s cock. “Appetizer?” she smiled.

Robert sighed. “Sure. But just a taste. I want to save us for later.”

Stacy ran her fingers along Robert’s chest, slowly sunk to her knees, and wrapped her lips around his cock, taking his shaft into her mouth and imagining Miguel. His eyes were piercing and his legs were sturdy. She loved competing on the tennis court against him even if it was for fun.

And she wondered about him, drenched in sweat with his muscles flexing.

Her pussy pulsed with the thought until Robert tapped her on the head.

“Oh, wow. I’m about ready to come.”

Stacy smiled, glancing up at her husband’s naked torso. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

He laughed.

She knew what she wanted. But how would she tell Robert?

She stood, imagining Miguel’s legs wrapped around her, and wondering if she could make it through dinner without touching herself. There was one thing that ended Stacy’s secret fantasy. Miguel and Benny were a pair. Would they be up for it?

“Time to shower,” she said. And then she realized the best way of signaling her intentions to Robert. Erotica. “I found a new story I’d love to read to you. In the restaurant.”

“About what?”

“It’s called, The Dare.” She moved her lips close to Robert’s ear. “A husband dares his wife to go out with her friends and wear her shortest skirt and high heels to the sleaziest bar in town. The kicker is that he stays home.”

“You’re blowing my mind,” sighed Robert. “Like you always do.”

She smiled, pressed her tits against his naked body, ran her fingers along his cock, and stepped into the shower.