The next day Wendy and I got through our first few matches with little effort. No one we played against inspired any sexual feelings in me, so I began to wonder if the panties had lost their magic.
I stopped wondering when played against Megan, a practically boobless green-eyed redhead, and her husband Miles. Right away I despised Megan, mainly because she thought she was so special and because she belittled Miles at every opportunity.
Why didn't you lob them?
Why didn't you put that ball away?
Can't you hit a forehand?
Can't you hit a backhand?
There was another reason I despised Megan. With her alabaster skin, green eyes, wild curly hair and perky nose, she was the kind of woman guys just drooled over. Yes, I was jealous of her. I began to wonder what kind of nipples a flat-chested redhead like Megan would have. I formed a mental picture of them—bright pink little nubs—and began to get horny.
"Her," I said to Wendy. "She's our target for tonight."
"Them you mean," she said. "I think I'd like to fuck him."
Well, it didn't take long for the panties to do their job at the party that night. After a few drinks and a couple of whispers in Megan's ears all four of us made our way to our hotel room. Megan and Miles both seemed like they were dream walking and were not quite sure what was happening.
When I reached behind Megan's neck and undid the tie that held up her sundress, she looked at me and said, "W...what are you doing?"
"What do you think?" I asked. I was right about her nipples—bright pink little nubs—and I couldn't wait to get my mouth on her tits. I yanked off my dress, pulled down Megan's panties and began to suck on her boobs. I mean—I went to town on her boobs. I loved that fact that I could get her entire tit into my mouth while at the same time use my teeth on her nipple. I also liked the fact that Wendy was next to me on the bed dragging her tits over Miles's face so he could suck on them.
Then, as though we had been given a signal, Wendy and I made our way down their bodies. I rammed my tongue into Megan's sweet-tasting pussy while Wendy rammed her head down on Miles's surprisingly big prick. Their moans were driving me crazy, so much so that I had to reach between my thighs and rub myself to an orgasm.
But I had a plan in mind. I stopped eating Megan and turned to Wendy. "It's time," I said.
I didn't have to tell Wendy what I meant. She just knew. "Okay," she said. She took Miles by the hand, told him to lie on his back, climbed on top of him and took his stiff prick deep inside her pussy.
I grabbed Megan by the hair and turned her towards Miles and Wendy. "Do you like watching your husband fuck other women? Do ya'?"
Megan stammered, "I...I...he's never..."
"Well," I snarled. "He's gonna get to watch us fuck."
"H...how are we..."
I picked up the double-headed dildo Wendy had brought and showed it to Megan. "With this," I said. "Get on your back."
