Stacy’s Ball Smashing Hotwife Trophy

Tennis lover Stacy grappled with Kit mouth-to-mouth in a challenge to come out on top

photo: SexArt

In one seamless motion, Kit flicked the tennis ball high, raised his racket, smashed the serve, and sent it screaming over the net, angling toward the line.

Stacy skipped laterally, swung, and caught a piece but couldn’t keep it on the court.

Point for Kit.

The late morning sun bore down on the court and the finals for the county’s Open Amateur Championship was as hard fought as anything Stacy competed for during her collegiate and pro days. Losing was never fun.

Sweat rolled down her forehead and trickled from her neck, beneath her sports bra, and down the back of her panties.

Kit bounced the ball on the court, caught Stacy’s eye, and she immediately knew where to go. He glanced opposite, taking his eyes off her for just a moment before looking back.

Competing gave her a feeling that was like hot, hard fucking. The intense uncertainty of the next move.

When in the throes of kissing and fondling her friends Miguel and Benny she never knew who would pull her hair next or slap her ass and whose cock she would take in her mouth. Unleashed arousal was like riding a wild stallion and competing against a strong opponent was just as exhilarating.

She stared at Kit with his chiseled jaw and dark hair while he readied for his next serve. Come on, Bitch Boy, you’re getting fucked.

He lifted his racket high and smashed the ball, but Stacy returned it out of his reach and…

…point Stacy.

Point Stacy.

And, again. Point Stacy.

The trophy was only hard plastic from the county’s parks and recreation league, but it was a symbol of Stacy’s strength and determination — the energy that was just as sexual and erotic as it was athletic.

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Robert moved his hands slowly over Stacy’s shoulders as she lay tummy down with her tits pressed into the mattress and her face turned to one side. He was a quiet husband who gently moved fingers around the base of her neck, and down her naked back, kneading deeply and carefully with the aroma of vanilla massage oil and scented candles filling the bedroom.

He relieved tension from her muscles beneath the glow of soft red lights. Using the base of his hands, he massaged her ass rhythmically and pushed deep onto her buttocks and knew just how to touch her.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she cooed.

Robert was naked with his cock protruding and knelt along one side of her body as she parted her legs. Lowering his face, he licked along her butt, fingered her ass, and kissed. Slowly, he probed her anus with his tongue before working his hands down her thighs.

Stacy sighed. “You’re so incredibly good at this.”

“But — ” he started to say while moving his hands to the soles of her feet.

“But, what?”

He didn’t answer right away. “But I’m not enough for you, am I?”

Stacy lay quietly while Robert massaged the soles of her feet and kissed and massaged each of her toes. When he finished, she turned onto her back so he could continue massaging her tits and the insides of her thighs.

She wondered, “Why do you say that?”

“Sexually, it seems like you need and want more than only me.” Robert rubbed more lotion on his hands and moved them up Stacy’s thighs. He leaned and kissed her tightly strewn strands of pubic hair that he adored.

She closed her eyes. Fuck, her mind was going wild replaying the match and eyeing Kit’s torso and the fire in his eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re a wonderful husband.”

“I try.” He smiled while she parted her legs, giving him access to her pussy.

What would it be like to ride Kit, fucking him after having conquered him on the court? She imagined, just like she had wondered with Miguel and Benny.

Robert was safe and he was good, but he wasn’t the competitor she craved.

Winning wasn’t the end goal — it was the intense journey and the unknown of how the match would end.

She lay wondering while Robert knelt and used his tongue along one thigh, licking her carefully up to her pussy before turning his attention to her other thigh and kissing up her naked flesh and eliciting incredibly deep groans. He pursed his lips and nuzzled her pussy while Stacy ran fingers through his hair.

The truth. Just say the truth. “Yes, darling,” she cooed, “I do need and want more than just you.”

He sighed, “Oh God,” and flicked his tongue along her pussy lips and probed her cunt.

“Cock, darling.” She spread her legs and he raised up, using his arms to brace himself while sliding his cock into her pussy.

“You want my cock like you want a vibrator,” he murmured, entering her.

Stacy huffed and spoke quietly. “Yes, darling. You’re my sex toy and I love when you pamper me and fuck me. But you can’t compete with me nor will you ever conquer me. And yet, I love you dearly and can’t imagine life without you.”

She wondered… about Kit… Miguel, Benny… and a total and complete free-for-all.

Robert moved his cock into her deeply, but he didn’t thrust. He loved Stacy and loved seeing how she moved on the court and how beautiful she appeared in the strength and power of her femininity. But it was true that he didn’t try to conquer her.