My wife, Anna, and I decided to start taking tennis lessons at the nearby university. One morning as we were getting ready for work I happened to notice that my wife was wearing a new dress and that, in addition to showing some nice cleavage, it was a bit on the short side. Granted, it wasn't so bold as to be inappropriate for work, but a little on the daring side. Especially because I was fairly confident she wasn't wearing any panties underneath it. When I went to kiss her goodbye, I reached my hand up under her dress and was pleased to find no panties and a wonderfully smooth pussy.
"Love the new dress," I whispered in her ear.
"So I noticed," she moaned back.
Giving her pussy a gentle squeeze I added, "Just don't bend over too far at work today or someone is going to get an eye full."
"You'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" she teased.
We kissed again and I headed off to work, telling her I looked forward to seeing her at our tennis lesson.
I had a hard time concentrating at work that morning. My thoughts kept drifting back to my wife's dress and what I wanted to do to her. Every so often I sent her an instant message along those lines and was happy when she flirted back. Needless to say, I was out the door a bit early for our lesson. I wanted to be waiting for her when she arrived so I could have a quick feel before we had to change clothes. When I walked into the tennis club I was surprised to see a bunch of the lights out. That's when I remembered that finals were over and the students, along with many others, had left town. I stopped into the office to make sure our lesson was still on and they assured me that it was.
I waited anxiously in the hallway for my wife to arrive, totally fixated on her outfit. When she finally arrived I gave her a passionate kiss, which she returned with equal passion. Since nobody was in the hall, I reached under her dress and squeezed her bare ass as we kissed. I started to pull away, but she only kissed me harder, so I reached under the front of her dress to caress her pussy. Was I imagining things or was she wet? Reluctantly we parted ways and went to our respective locker rooms to change. Of course, I couldn't help but hope that she suddenly appear in the men's locker room for some fun, but it didn't happen.
Our lesson was pretty typical except that I couldn't concentrate and we were the only ones on the courts. Once it was over we headed back towards the locker rooms. We stopped at the entrance to the men's locker room and I pulled her close to me for another kiss. Impulsively I started pulling her into the men's locker room with me, knowing that nobody else was in there. She surprised me when she didn't resist, so I decided to see just how far she'd go before chickening out. I lead her to one of the benches and started undressing her, expecting her to stop me at any moment. But she didn't. Before I knew it she was standing there naked. I quickly stripped, grabbed a bar of soap and took her to the showers.
I'm not sure what the men's showers are like at other universities, but at this one they're all those stupid group showers. This one was a small one, though. I pulled Anna in and turned on the water. Once it was a decent temperature, I pulled her in and kissed her deeply, rubbing my hands all over her. I quickly washed her, but spend extra time on her tits, pussy, and ass. Then she washed me, paying extra attention to my ass and cock. Part of me wanted to wait until we got out of the shower, but when she turned and put her hands on the wall and presented her ass to me, I couldn't resist. I slid easily into her slippery pussy and soon the shower was filled with our moans and the sound of my skin smacking against hers. She was surprisingly verbal, shouting, "Yes! Yes! Harder!"
I'd like to say I lasted for fifteen minutes or more, but in reality it was probably more like two before I grunted and filled her with a huge load of my hot cum. Fortunately this sent her over the edge too and the sounds of her orgasm echoed off the tile walls. As my orgasm subsided, the reality of where we were started becoming clear and I pulled my softening cock out of her, causing her to whimper sadly. That's when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look and there stood our tennis instructor, Bob. There stood my wife in the men's shower, naked, bent over with my cum dripping out of her pussy and I stood there with my cock semi-erect dripping cum too. My mind was racing a million miles and hour trying to figure out what to do when I realized he was staring at my wife while rubbing his crotch.
I looked back at my wife and admired how sexy she was in her current position, but figured I'd better let her know what was going on. "Dear," I said, "we have company."
She turned to look and when she saw Bob standing there she quickly stood up and tried to cover herself. "There's no point in hiding anything after what I just saw," he said, "and I really liked what I saw." She smiled shyly and slowly lowered her hands to reveal her naked, wet body. Bob and I both looked her over until she started walking out of the shower to find her clothes. "You're not getting dressed, are you?" he asked.
"Of course," she replied, "why wouldn't I?"
"Well," he hesitated. "I got pretty worked up watching what you were doing in the shower and I thought maybe you could help me out somehow."
"I don't think so," she replied, still standing there naked.
"Come on dear," I tried to persuade her, "how about just giving him a blowjob?"