Jane couldn't understand what was happening to her. She was 42 years old, happily married with three children, a loving husband and an adequate if somewhat unexciting sex life, yet here she was in the shower masturbating furiously like a sex-starved teenager - and all because of a new member of the tennis club. And it wasn't as if Ivan, the man in question, was some kind of bronzed tennis-playing demi-God. She didn't know for sure, but she thought he was at least her age, if not a bit older, he wasn't tall, not especially well-built and was balding and bearded. Yet there was something about his smile, his touch on her arm when they played doubles together, his gentle sense of humour as they chatted after lessons and his way of looking her straight in the eyes with what she thought was a knowing glint which was steadily driving her mad with lust.
Jane pushed the index and middle fingers of her right hand harder into her pussy while rubbing her clit with her thumb. She felt her orgasm building as she wanked herself faster and faster, gasping out loud as her climax built and then as the crescendo reached its peak, screaming "God, Ivan, I want to fuck you so badly!" as she came with an intensity she hadn't experienced for years. She was thankful the house with empty - the kids at school, Stuart, her husband, at work - and wondered if her shouts had been audible next door.
This was becoming a habit - as soon as the Friday morning tennis lesson finished, if Ivan had been there (and he usually was - even though he worked he had explained to her that he arranged his diary so that he could play tennis on Fridays), she said her goodbyes, keeping her warmest parting smile for Ivan, then rushed to her car, drove the few minutes home, dropped her racket and bag in the hall and went straight upstairs to her bedroom. There she pulled off her tennis shirt and shorts, revealing what she knew was still a very good figure, and lay down on the kingsize bed - the one she shared with Stuart - sliding her hand into her knickers, deliberately tantalising herself by playing with her pubic hair and around the sides of her labia before finally succumbing to her burning desire to come, plunging her fingers inside her sopping wet pussy and quickly taking herself over the precipice.
Or if she was too hot and sweaty to lie on the bed she would go into the en suite bathroom and tear her clothes off quickly, abandoning them on the floor in complete contrast with her normal orderly manner, turning the shower on full blast and immersing herself in the hot water, feeling her nipples harden as the jets massaged her breasts, then taking the shower head and holding it between her legs, angling the water up on to her pussy and anus whilst wanking herself vigorously with her other hand.
The orgasms she had through her Friday sessions far outweighed the pleasant but mild climaxes she experienced with Stuart. Their sex life after nearly 20 years of marriage and three children was o.k. but nothing special, though Jane was grateful that at least they were still having sex once or twice a week - many of her girlfriends in long-term relationship were having far less. Sometimes she tried to get Stuart to be a bit more adventurous, but he was not that keen on things he saw as 'kinky' and seemed happy with straightforward fucking and the occasional blow job. He would go down on Jane but only with some reluctance, and knowing that he wasn't enjoying it put her off, so that she couldn't come while he was licking her.
Jane was surprised that she didn't feel at all guilty about her lust for Ivan and her frantic masturbation, but she rationalised to herself that it was only a fantasy and nothing was ever likely to happen, so it was harmless and didn't mean she loved Stuart any less. She did love Stuart, but thinking about it as she dressed after her most recent Friday come in the shower, she realised sadly that she no longer fancied him. Stuart was a few years older than her, pushing 50, and though tall had put weight on and not looked after himself - he had a high-pressure job in the City and travelled a lot, eating too many business lunches and dinners and doing very little exercise. Jane had not really thought about her feelings for him physically until confronted by the contrast with what she felt about Ivan. Even now, so soon after a huge orgasm, Jane could feel her pussy start to moisten and throb slightly as her mind wandered back to Ivan. They had teamed up for the doubles that morning at the tennis club and played well, winning most of the games they played and finding a rhythm to their partnership which even their highly critical coach had praised. At the end of the session they had shaken hands and Ivan had put his left hand on her bare arm, looking into her bluey-green eyes with his deep brown ones and saying 'Well played, partner, we were hot together today!"
Jane knew that he had probably meant nothing more by this, but she couldn't help trying to read something into it and into his lingering touch on her arm. To her regret Ivan always had to leave promptly at the end so that he could get to work, and she had had little chance to talk to him properly. She had found out a few things - he was married, had two small children and a much older daughter from an earlier marriage, lived a few miles from her and had recently moved house - but everything else she thought about him came from her vivid imagination.
She fantasised now about having invited Ivan back for coffee and him having accepted, unexpectedly. She imagined him sitting on the sofa waiting for her to bring the drinks, and pictured herself sitting down next to him rather than across the room, deliberately letting her bare leg touch his (in her fantasy they were still in their tennis gear) and then taking his face in her hands, turning it towards her and kissing him full on the lips. This being a fantasy, he was, of course, thrilled and returned the kiss with interest, his tongue deep in her mouth as they began to take off each other's clothes.
Jane sank back on her bed, her fingers reaching up inside her short skirt as she knew she had to come again. She was a very good-looking woman, not tall at 5ft 3 but with firm round breasts, even after the three kids, good legs, tanned from the tennis, and a very pretty face framed by a blond bob. People often mistook her for ten years younger than her real age and she was proud of the way she looked. She dressed sexily too, which she was sure was one the reasons that she had managed to keep Stuart interested in sex despite his being tired and stressed. She had put on a denim skirt and loose cotton top and she rubbed her aching pussy through her silk panties, enjoying the feel of the material against her clit. She ran her other hand inside her top and on to her bra, also silk, and she luxuriated in the contrast of the soft cloth with her rock hard nipples.
Jane knew she had to come now and she imagined that it was Ivan whose hand was up her skirt, fondling her and fingering her clit. She pressed harder and even though it was only a few minutes since her explosive orgasm in the shower, she felt another climax building. Her pussy juices seeped through the thin silk of her knickers and she dug her fingers as deeply inside herself as the constriction of the material would allow her. "Oh God, God, yessssssssssssssssss" she shrieked as she came, to her amazement even harder than before.
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The time between the Friday tennis lessons seemed to Jane to take longer each week, but finally the next Friday arrived and to her relief it was a warm and sunny morning. She hummed happily to herself as she changed into her tennis clothes and took her racket out of the hall cupboard, and was virtually skipping with excitement as she went out to the car.
Jane was early for the lesson and the previous group for beginners (rather than the more experienced players who came to the second Friday session) was still going on. She went into the clubhouse to get some water and to her delight found Ivan sitting there checking something on his phone.
"Good morning, partner," he said cheerily as he saw her come in, "and how are you on this lovely sunny day?"
"Fine, thank you," Jane replied, her head full of the things she really wanted to say but managing to resist the temptation, and instead just going on, "you're early this week, you usually arrive just as we're about to start." She wanted Ivan to know that she noticed him and was also probing to see if he might give her any leads. To her inner delight, he replied:
"Yes, I know I'm usually the naughty one who is last on to court, no need to rub it in - but I'm at a bit of a loose end today, my family have all gone up north to the in-laws leaving me to supervise the builders at home - the kitchen is full of rubble and the house is covered in dust, it's just lovely!"
"Oh, poor you, I know just what that's like," Jane said, "we had ours done a few years ago and it was so stressful - and our kids were bigger than yours at the time so I can imagine it must be even worse. Can you even make a coffee?" She knew she was fishing, but she couldn't resist the temptation.
