There are two prior parts to this story. It might pay to read the first couple to get a picture of how the situations evolved. The story is completely fictional and no actual tennis players were harmed in its creation. Feedback is appreciated and obviously positive feedback is preferred. I hope you enjoy it.
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Part 3 Friday Morning and a third set
The sun streamed into their room.
Marie sat in the oversized lounger. More than anything, it was a luxury item for the bedroom and its bulky armrests were usually the landing zone for her own and her husbands clothing. Anything that was outside the range of items which needed to be folded or hung. Things that might be worn again in the morning were the ones that often gathered here. The chair was rarely used as a seat.
Today though, with her legs raised and spread Marie noted how comfortable it was and thought how perhaps she might be able to use it somewhere else in the house. Meaning it might get utilized for the purpose it was designed for, rather than as a clothes hanger.
This was a fleeting thought however as she was mostly focused on the presentation she had made for herself and the delights it was bringing.
Her laptop rested lightly upon her belly and her bunched skirt which had collected as she raised it before reclining into the chair... her hand which now snaked under the laptop was stroking her bare glistening pussy. She was lightly stroking up and down her lips as she considered her situation and the wonderful images in front of her.
Dan, her man slave had sent through the most recent requirements to maintain his public anonymity and she had edited them into a video slideshow over the last few days. She watched the screen as he stroked himself beside the pool at a clients home from earlier on in their liaisons, before more recent pictures of him revealed his cock straining with the desire to hold a small trophy aloft at their shared tennis club.
On, the saucy presentation rolled, showing new images of him looking very sheepish, standing naked outside of his own home. The last ones were very pleasing to Marie as he had ticked all the boxes she had requested after their very satisfying session together. They were pleasing from her point of view anyway and she chuckled to herself aloud.
On the second viewing of her high quality show...she came. It was a satisfying but quiet, body clenching, hip thrusting pussy kneading, lip biting, orgasm.
As the fog cleared her vision became sharp and between her knees and tight thighs she watched her husbands satisfied face breath evenly in his sleep. The first time she had done this she had wondered what his reaction might be should he wake up. His wife there before him, self indulgent, bare, exposed and fingering herself to high heaven almost within touching distance. What would he say or do if he woke?
Now, after years of his wooden disinterested behavior she was beyond caring and sometimes was tempted to wake him deliberately if only to show him that she had needs and perhaps, how to meet them!
She had avoided temptation on this front but had made a point of using his jet lagged state each time he returned from abroad to perform for her own stimulation, satisfaction and pleasure - rather than his.
Rising from the chair Marie made sure to rub her longest finger along her pussy lips collecting noticeable dew. As she leaned in to peck her sleeping husband lightly on the forehead she drew the wet finger across his upper lip leaving a glistening trail of herself, for him to inhale unknowingly in his slumber.
This had become her calling card and about as close as she and her husband had come to any kind of sexual mingle together in the last two years. While she still loved him somehow, she had lost respect for him and subsequently to a degree, all men. Frustratingly this did not diminish her libido and her need to have satisfactory sexual pleasure.
Her approach or modes had changed however and on the back of a recent opportunity, or slip up from someone she knew at the tennis club, she was taking a far more aggressive and risky approach. And she was loving it!! This afforded her all the control and all of the satisfaction she desired.
Tomorrow morning, being Friday was to be her next meeting with Dan. She was very much looking forward to it.
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Up with the birds, freshly showered and out the door by 5.30am.
She had managed a visit to the spa earlier on Thursday and treated herself to a painful brazilian. It was strange for although it was painful, the process was an absolute turn on and she had left the building feeling delicate, very horny and dripping with need. The new feeling of being liberated of her slight fluff and remaining follicles was delightful. She worried a little about the risk of an ingrown hair or a rash but presently the feeling was so delightful and fresh that those fears were a distant concern.
She wondered but barely cared if Dan would notice or enjoy it more.
Marie was dressed in a nice floral blouse which flowed on her body rather than hugged it. She loved the way it fitted her and combined with her dark knee length pencil skirt with matching conservative low heels, she had created a semi formal looking suit for her work that made her feel sexy and comfortable. While she was blessed with a natural and fresh looking beauty it was the compliments on her fashion sense and attire which always pleased her more. She always made an effort to look good while trying not to break the bank.
As Marie made her way into the tennis club she was still unsure if Dan had followed instructions. His car was not in the car park as per his instructions and the door to the building was locked. This didn't mean much as he probably would have locked himself inside as she herself did upon entering. She was extremely turned on as she made her way up the stairs. She felt a slickness between her thighs and the anticipation was maddening.
To her delight Dan was waiting where he was told and had followed the instructions to a tee. As she exited the sliding doors onto the balcony there were flat benches lined across and at ninety degrees to the front. Upon one of these was the prone and naked figure of her pussy licking slave, Dan. His fit and tanned body was a delightful sight. The ripples of muscle on his slender, angled and tennis toned body were clear and the vibrancy one might get with the early morning air and warmth of the first rays of the sun made him glow. Almost with potential, thought Marie. He had his head raised and his face was in absolute relief to recognize her. By this stage he knew better than to speak to her without being prompted however and lowered his head back to the bench.
Wasting no time she directed him to lie on a different thin flat bench which was more above the center of the "number one" tennis court at the club. This was the clubs main amphitheater for their big games and the bench which Dan lay upon, offered the vest view of the court and was often where the town dignitaries or club chairman sat when there were important matches on at the club. On this occasion it was placed at 90 degrees to the tennis court.
The balcony was completely enclosed and was made with tremendous hard wood floors and solid balustrade sides at the front meaning if Dan lay down as he was or stayed low no one on the ground level would see him. This was obviously just as Marie, and most definitely, Dan, desired.
Marie sat side on to Dan who was yet to say a word. His semi stiff penis betrayed the fact that his excitement was slightly winning the battle over his nerves. Marie gently raised Dan's cock in her hand and began stroking his cock head between two fingers. He neither said anything or moved away as he had quickly learned in their previous meeting he was not going to be the one to negotiate or direct proceedings. He felt his cock hardening in between her fingers and inwardly he cursed, thinking, "if only I didn't enjoy this!"
Marie felt no need to speak to Dan either and sat looking on, fixated as his heavy pipe, grew between her fingers.
Right on cue two cars pulled into the parking lot and Marie's friend, Robyn was one to exit. Marie kept her head low and continued to lightly stroke Dan's needy, stiffening sausage. She didn't want anyone to know she was up here just yet. While humming lightly to herself and giving Dan a little penis treatment she was delighted to note that all four occupants of the cars had moved straight to the courts and were going to use "number one" right below the position, her and Dan were in.
There was Robyn whom Marie had played and beaten in a game of singles only a few days ago and she looked to be partnering up with Steve. Now he was an interesting man. Forty years old and recently moved here from South Africa. He had a dark chiseled look and his body was like granite. He had served as an officer in the navy and had kept himself in perfect condition having left the forces and his country about 3 years prior. While he was quite something to look at Marie had always thought he had something to hide as he struggled to meet and hold her eye. In the few situations she had been involved in conversations with him there was some sort of nervous tick she could not quite work out. She had thought that a man like that should carry himself with authority and confidence and know how to relate and converse with a lady.
