Tennis

A year ago, I left Omsk to work in Moscow, my wife and I were both thirty, she was curvy and busty, and I have a 22 cm dick. I came home every three months for a week, and it was a daily sex marathon. But after a year, during another visit, I sensed something was off. Everything in sex was the same, but my wife stopped giving blowjobs. She explained her behavior by suddenly suspecting I was seeing someone. One evening, my beloved went to the bathroom, and suddenly her phone beeped—a text came in. I decided to snoop, and then blood rushed to my head: "Hi, little mouse" was the text. I started reading the messages: my wife had written, "Hi, hedgehog, demobilization in five days."

And then it hit me that I was leaving in 5 days. The next day, my beloved said she was going to tennis, which she did twice a week; she took it up out of boredom since I wasn't around.

I asked where it was, and she answered, not suspecting I had read her texts. After she left, 10 minutes later, I followed her. The gym was in a semi-basement. There were three tables there; teenagers were playing on two, and on the third was my wife with their coach. After an hour, the teenagers finished their game and left. The whole time, I was peeking into the hall through the semi-basement windows. Calming down, I thought my wife would come out now, but that wasn't the case. The lights in the hall went off, leaving only the corridor light on. I had to jump into the window well and stand to the side so I wouldn't be seen. And then I saw my wife and the coach completely naked; they stood at the table and started playing. He was a professional, hitting accurately and hard, and my little wife kept running to the corner of the hall and bending over for the balls. I saw him openly staring at her ass and crotch.

I felt wild excitement and started gently masturbating. The game continued; the sight of the woman running around the hall aroused not only me—I saw the coach's dick sticking out. I wondered what they were playing for. Then the set ended. The players shook hands. My wife went and sat on a bench right opposite the window in the niche where I was hiding. The man approached her, and his dick was right in front of her eyes. My little wife shrugged and, taking his dick in her hand, guided it into her mouth. I was stunned but didn't forget to keep jerking off. The coach put one foot on the bench and started fucking my wife in the mouth. His dick was smaller than mine, but his balls were twice as big. And then I remembered that once, when we were engaged, my wife admitted she had a thing for big balls when they slap against the ass; I had brushed it off—my balls aren't big and never slap against the ass, and now I realized I shouldn't have.

Tastes don't change, I thought. After about five minutes, my beloved turned to face me and backed up to the coach, and he took her from behind, gripping her hips tightly. I saw her size-three breasts swaying back and forth, a blissful smile spreading across her face; she slipped her hand between her legs and started massaging his balls, and a minute later, he came inside her, and I came on the wall.

I slowly crawl out of my hiding spot and head home.

After my wife comes home, sensing her arousal, I suggest she suck me off, to which I get the reply, "A blowjob, my dear, is only for my beloved, and you're never home." But she doesn't refuse to fuck; I lay her on her back and start licking her pussy. Foolishly, I wrap my lips around her labia and suck. And immediately, I get a mouthful of male cum, realizing I can't escape, I quietly push it out with my tongue onto her beloved crotch, get up, lie on top of my wife, and in 2 minutes, mix my sperm with the tennis player's. I slide off my wife, and a joke comes to mind about dicks we suck while kissing our wives.

Author's email: kucher1969@mail.ru