Breaking Point Pt. 03

VII

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Paula lost her match the following afternoon. However, her opponent complimented her on her play and noted that she seemed to be playing with a lot more freedom, almost as if she'd thrown the coaching manual out of the window. Paula congratulated her in return and wished her the best for the remainder of the tournament.

That evening she caught the plane down to Florida, where she still lived with her family. An only child, she'd never really given any serious consideration to moving out. Where would she go? She trained in Florida, hit with practice partners there, and above all she liked it there. Their house was in an exclusive area of Delray Beach, a pleasant city located between West Palm Beach and Fort Lauderdale.

Now, though, she wasn't so sure that she wanted the close attentions of her parents. She had the money to fly the nest, but she also appreciated the relationship she had with her folks (so different from some of the poor familial situations that blighted the women's tour) and she made a decision pretty much to put off finding a place of her own for the time being. Maybe when she turned 20, she would reappraise things, have a chat with her parents and see where things led.

All she knew for sure was that she needed some space (not to mention, some seclusion) for her sex life. She wasn't yet sure whether she'd be dating men as well as women, but she was keen to keep her personal life private. She was pleased that she (along with very few others on tour) had decided against using any social media. Not only did she avoid the people who had nothing better to do than write negative stuff about you as a player and a person, but she was able to keep the interest in her as a sex object down to manageable proportions.

While she did occasional interviews with broadsheet newspapers and highly rated sports magazines, she'd turned down Sports Illustrated and anything that wanted to sell her on her looks alone. She came across the odd YouTube short on her - usually showing her skirt billowing up in the wind. The usual kind of nonsense, which didn't bother her.

Now though that she had done something that the media would definitely be interested in she knew she had to rely on the discretion and the decency of Adriana and anyone else who she might be sexually involved with in the future. And she had a hunch that there would be quite a few people in this category.

As she thought about it, she realised that tournaments represented her best chance of developing what she liked to think of as her social life. Her father's work as a consultant for internet start-up developers - he himself had developed an incredibly successful online business selling fitness gear and had also cashed in on the sustainable products boom - meant that he would, as had always been the case, be unable to attend the bulk of her events, so it was her mother who she needed to convince that she no longer needed the chaperoning she had needed when she first came on the tour.

Obviously, it wouldn't work if she flat out asked her mother not to accompany her to LA, Hawaii, wherever - she had to think of it from her mom's point of view and make like she was encouraging her to enjoy her own life after dedicating so much of her time to her child. In this regard, Paula was fortunate that her mother had worked as a librarian and had expressed an interest in returning to that field one day. Paula's job was to nudge her in that direction and expedite any decision she might be contemplating in terms of a date of return.

As it happened, Paula's first romance after her blistering breakthrough came in a most unlikely manner - with a most unlikely individual. It all started when her parents' friends Jack and Chrissie came over for the afternoon with their toddler twins. Hot-shot lawyer Jack and Chrissie had tried for many years to have children but without success. They'd visited specialists, undertaken fertility treatment, gone on special diets, tried the whole works, and then one day, when they had all but given up hope of ever having their own family, Chrissie, at the age of 42, found that she was pregnant.

Paula was a great favourite of the kids and had babysat for them overnight a few months back when Jack was in LA on business and Chrissie had to visit her sick mother in Oregon. Before they left that afternoon, Chrissie asked Paula if she would be able to babysit on the following Friday. Jack had to fly to LA once more and she had promised her sister that she would help move their mother into a care home.

At first Paula wasn't sure if she would be able to manage it, what with training and a tournament coming up on Monday, which required her to travel early on Sunday morning. What made up her mind wasn't her love for the kids - much as she loved them; it was something which came up between her and Jack, specifically his cock.

Paula had noticed Jack acting strangely around her all day. Now, the old Paula wouldn't have even noticed it, and if she had she wouldn't have done diddly squat about it. But the new Paula, well, that was a different animal. And the new Paula wanted to ger her hands on Jack, and the new Paula wanted to feel Jack's fat cock inside her tight, aching pussy.

When Jack excused himself shortly before his family were due to drive home, Paula knew instinctively that he had taken himself upstairs to knock one out. She also knew where he would have gone - to the washroom in the attic, which was hardly ever used. And what Paula knew about that room, which Jack had no way of knowing, was that that door had no lock. What Jack had it in mind to do might not take very long, but Paula absented herself shortly after he had left the living room, saying she had something urgent to attend to, which shouldn't detain her for more than a few minutes.

When she opened the door, she caught Jack jerking off to images on his phone. She didn't even have to look to know they were pictures of her with her sports underwear revealed beneath her skirt.

'Oh, fuck!' cried Jack, his sperm shooting up and evading his attempts to catch it in his spare hand.

'Jack, Jack, Jack,' said Paula, like a schoolmarm. 'What are we going to do with you? How are we going to explain this to your wife?'

'No, please, Paula, don't tell her!' he gasped. 'It was all a terrible mistake.'

'You mean you find me a disappointment in the flesh now that you've jerked off to a picture of me?'

'No, no, not at all,' he stammered. 'Just, please, don't tell. Chrissie would never understand.'

'Oh, I think she would. Most older women understand that their husbands lust after younger women, even if they're young enough to be their daughters. I'm sure Chrissie would understand. Maybe part of her already knows that when you're fucking her you're really thinking about fucking me.'

'What do you want, Paula? I got to get back down and -'

'Play the good husband,' Paula interrupted. 'Sure, I understand.'

She walked further into the room, shut the door behind her and placed her manicured fingers on his still rampant shaft, which was leaking its sperm onto the tiled floor.

'Here's the deal. Friday night you spend with me at your place. You call LA and cancel. Understood?'

'You promise never to tell Chrissie about any of this?'

'Sure. Is it a deal then?'

'Yeah,' replied Jack, motioning with his hand as if expecting her to shake on it, before realising that it was dripping with his cum.

'Maybe it's better if we don't shake on it just now,' said Paula with a half-smile, before turning on her heels and making her way downstairs, taking the stairs two at a time.

VIII

As Friday approached, Paula couldn't speak for Jack, but she was certainly aware of the growing sense of anticipation she was feeling. Thoughts of the surprisingly dark coloured shaft (almost wine-coloured), with its veins bulging improbably and that almost translucent ooze with the texture of hair gel were never far from her mind.

She could only imagine what Jack was getting up to in the few short days before their little rendezvous. Was he touching up Chrissie (who was pretty hot in her own right), as she did her chores around the kitchen? Was he making her put on sexy lingerie at night and fucking her hard even as she said she needed to check on the kids or had to be up early the following morning? Was she enjoying the new-found attention, or was she perhaps wondering whether her husband was seeing another woman?

Did he have one (maybe more than one) stashed away in LA, just waiting for him to arrive? Did he give these women (were they even women - maybe they were girls, scarcely older than Paula?) gifts? God knows he earned enough money with his celebrity clients, who asked only for him? The fact that most of his clients were men wouldn't matter, especially if they were supplying him with aspiring starlets, who would do anything for a leg-up in Hollywood, on the side.

Paula wondered if he was rescheduling his appointments on the West Coast or whether he'd tell his clients that he had gone down with the man flu, didn't want to take the chance of spreading it and would be available on Facetime if they were happy with that. She wondered if he'd fuck her in the room he shared with Chrissie (this option really turned Paula on), or whether he'd use another bedroom or whether he'd lose all control as soon as she arrived and fuck her in the living room, or maybe even the kitchen. Perhaps she'd get no further than the hallway before he'd ripped off her clothes and driven his rampaging cock inside her.

What should she wear? Since she'd made her intentions clear, she could basically wear what she wanted. None of it would be staying on for very long. Would she wear something girlie, like she was feeding into his fantasy of doing it with a schoolgirl? Or would she wear one of the pretty cocktail dresses she'd bought with her mother for special occasions? Then again, might she not wear the one she'd bought without her mother, the sexy black number with a short hemline, a V-neckline that showed off her boobs to good effect and the spaghetti straps that the merest motion would remove from her shoulders?

'Ha!' Paula laughed out loud, as she opened another cupboard in her room.

The answer was right in front of her. She'd wear her sponsored tournament tennis gear, but with one slight but significant alteration. Instead of the normal tight-fitting sports shorts under her skirt, she'd wear her sexiest pair of panties: the ones she was wearing when she visited Adriana's hotel room.

'No!' she exclaimed, this time to herself. 'I'll treat myself to a new pair - a really sexy pair. No, I'll get a number of pairs, plus some matching bras. And while I'm at it, I'll get some stockings and garter belts. I must be the only girl in Florida who's never even tried a pair on!'

So off went Paula after training one day to the most expensive ladieswear shop in Fort Lauderdale. She reckoned she had less chance of running into anyone she knew there (or, more to the point, anyone who knew her parents). She would also be able to get some other stuff which wasn't available in sleepy Delray Beach.

Friday evening came and Paula, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants and carrying a tote bag, said goodbye to her unsuspecting parents and drove the five miles or so to Jack and Chrissie's place. She let herself in, telling the agency woman (who seemed like another Cuban to Paula) that she could go now. The twins were asleep in their bedroom after an afternoon playing in the local park. She wondered if Jack was already there. She couldn't think of any place else he could be, as he was meant to be in LA, anyway. Then again, he probably wouldn't want the Latino woman to see him either. Who knew who she might tell? Those Cubans had quite the social network.

She looked around a bit, calling out Jack's name and enjoying the game. She took the opportunity to have a look in the master bedroom and liked what she saw. The bed was huge, the carpet a thick shag pile and there was even a mirror on the ceiling. Maybe they'd had it put in when they were desperately looking for ways to conceive, Paula laughed to herself. Given the choice, she'd definitely like to fuck Jack in this room. And let's face it, she thought, what sort of choice did Jack have? After all, he was the one caught masturbating like a motherfucker to images of his best friend's teenage daughter.

The mystery of Jack's whereabouts was solved a few minutes later, when he appeared in the kitchen, where Paula was making herself at home with a coconut water. Knowing she particularly liked this beverage, Chrissie (nice kind, thoughtful Chrissie) had got a supply in before her babysitter's arrival.

'Ah, hi, you already here?' he said, feigning a casualness which Paula knew he wasn't really feeling.

'Yea. I wondered where you were. Thought maybe you'd stood me up.'

'Ha! Of course not. I was just out in the garage, getting a bit of work done on one of the cars.'

'I told Maria she could go,' Paula said, ignoring Jack's comment.

She could have been mean and said it like it was - that he was hiding out in the garage. But she found him sort of cute when he was lying and defensive and acting like little boy lost. Usually, he was so Alpha and take-charge and loud. She decided she liked that side of him too. He was wearing a polo shirt and chinos. Paula couldn't be sure, but she fancied the cotton around his crotch wasn't lying as flat and as naturally as it ought to be. She imagined a thin trail of pre-cum dribbling down onto his thighs below his shorts. She reckoned he'd be a shorts man.

'Yea, "Maria"! Good one. Chrissie often uses Juanita. She's very good with the kids.'

'And old enough to be able to trust with the husband,' Paula added with a smile that wouldn't have been out of place on a cat about to pounce on its prey.

'I see you helped yourself to a drink,' said Jake. 'Anything else I can get you?'

'That rather depends. I hope you've brought your A game with you.'

Jake made no response to this. For the first time, Paula could sense his hesitancy - a genuine unwillingness to cheat on his wife. Maybe the idea of fucking her while his little ones were in the house was playing on his mind too. Somehow, this diffidence (after all, he'd hardly jumped on her as soon as he had her all to himself) had the effect of an aphrodisiac on Paula. She was surer than ever that she wanted this man to be her very first - the one who would make her a woman.

'I think basically what we have here is a misunderstanding,' Jack said, taking a seat on a bar stool pretty much as far from Paula, who was still standing, as he could get.

Paula couldn't get enough of this. His attorney talk, his effort to create a distance between them, his well-meant attempts to deceive Paula and deceive himself too about his intentions. All she could picture was his penis - in her mind's eye, it was impossibly large, ridiculously thick and adamantine to the touch. It was still oozing precum. She imagined what it would be like to lick his balls - as she knew she would, sooner or later. How would he react when she licked her way down to his salty asshole? She would be willing to bet Chrissie had never done that for him.

Paula waited for Jack to continue - to explain just what kind of misunderstanding existed between them.

'I agreed to meet you here because I didn't want Chrissie to learn that I had been caught masturbating by you. I believe it is the least I can do to show my appreciation for your willingness not to apprise my wife of the situation to meet you here as agreed. We can order some DoorDash and spend some quality time together.'

Jack paused his pre-prepared speech and looked at Paula for some kind of response. None being forthcoming, he continued his spiel.

'Actually, I'd love to hear about your experiences on tour.'

Seeing Paula raise her eyebrows at him, he checked himself momentarily before doubling down on the meaning he intended to convey.

'That is, I'd love to hear everything about the tennis side of things. Who you hit with, what you do to relax after a match' (again Paula raised her eyebrows, and again Jack paused) 'you know, how you deal with social media, really the whole package of what it means to be a professional tennis player in the modern day.'

Paula could listen to Jack talk like this all day. But all night was a different matter.

'I'll get the kids up,' she said. 'Perhaps you could warm their food up for them. It's all in the microwave.'

IX

Once the kids had been read their bedtime story and put to bed, Paula asked Jack to show her to her room. When he got to the top of the stairs, he prepared to go right, but Paula barred his way and gestured towards the bedroom he shared with Chrissie.

'You did get the help to change the sheets, didn't you?' she asked, as she bundled Jack towards the end of the corridor.

'Yep. I mean, no, my wife asked her to do it. She always does it on a Friday.'

'Mm, satin!' cooed Paula, feeling the material and dumping her bag on the floor on the right side of the bed.

'Oh, sorry!' she added. 'Is this your side?'

'No, that's fine. I can sleep in the spare room.'

'But why on earth would you want to do that? There's plenty of room for two here.'

'You know, I really meant it when I said I wanted to know more about the pro tour. I've represented footballers and basketball players - one or two baseball players - but I've never had a tennis player.'

'I mean as a client,' he added quickly, blushing profusely.

'Well, number one, it gets pretty lonely on tour, especially nights. Sometimes, especially after a close match, you just can't sleep. Times like that I really want to cuddle up with someone I know would make me feel better - someone like you.'

'Aren't I a bit old for you, Paula? I mean, you got your pick of all those top athletes. I mean, if you wanted, you know, someone to cuddle up with.'

'They're all pricks - male bimbos. Egos with no EQ and the maturity of 12-year-olds. Anyway, who says I don't prefer older men.'

'I guess that's fine, but I reckon, if you would let me give you a bit of counsel, that you ought to look for someone who's not attached.'

'You mean, not married, like you?'

'Yeah, exactly. You know, I love Chrissie dearly.'

'I'm sure you do, but you still feel the need to masturbate to images of me. Did you find them on the dark internet? Were they taken without my knowledge? Do they show me naked?'

'Oh, heavens no, Paula! What do you take me for? They were just like, you know, regular shots of you on tour.'

'Show me. I want to know what makes you so worked up.'

Reluctantly, with Paula looking over his shoulder (she'd moved round to his side of the bed, where he was still standing), Jack did an Image search for Paula and began to scroll through what came up.

'Jack, please, please, don't treat me like a child. Show me the photos that caused you to shoot your load of cum when I walked in on you in the bathroom.'

Mumbling something, Jack opened a browser on his phone and handed the device to Paula. It certainly wasn't the dark internet, but it was quite raunchy, Paula thought. She decided she would ham it up a bit. As she looked through the photos of her serving, smashing or stretching, with her sports shorts clearly the focus of the cropped photos, she let out a series of quiet exclamations, as if she couldn't believe that anyone would debase themselves to this level.

'Oh, Jack!' she sighed, placing a hand on his waist. 'All this just to get an erection and achieve, what?, the kind of release that Chrissie can no longer give you.'

'Look, I already said I was sorry. I just - well, you know -'

'No, I don't know. You gotta tell me.'

'I was weak. I gave in to my animal urges.'

'You treated me no better than a sex object, Jack. You know that, don't you?' she said, moving her hand onto his ass.

'How long, Jack?'

'"How long?"'

'How long you been jerking off to pictures of me?'

'I dunno - a few months.'

'Jack?!'

'Maybe a year. Something like that.'

'You mean when I was just 18 - scarcely legal?'

'Well, I don't know exactly.'

'Before I was on the main tour, though, Jack. So, what photos did you use then?'

'I guess I just, you know, thought about you.'

'Jack?!'

'Some pictures I took round the pool. You were wearing a bikini. Look, I know I shouldn't, but I didn't take them with that intention. It was always you with others.'

'But you cropped the others and maximised my image. Yes, Jack?'

'I guess,' said Jack, crestfallen.

'I don't mind, Jack. I kinda like the idea that you found me attractive and used me to jerk off to. What I don't like is you being dishonest with me, Jack. Do you understand?'

'Yes,' said Jack simply, feeling deflated.

'Did you think of me when you were making love to Chrissie?'

'Yup,' said Jack, knowing there was nothing to be gained by lying.

'Do you always think of me when you're inside your wife, Jack?'

'Not always, no.'

'I believe you, Jack. But then you're thinking of someone else, aren't you?'

'No, absolutely not.'

'Jack, we agreed there'd be no lying. You're a sexaholic, Jack. Tell me who else you think about.'

There was an awkward pause.

'Do I know her, Jack?'

'Um, well...'

'Jack!'

'Yeah.'

'Oh, Jack, it's my mother, isn't it? So that's your fantasy - to have a threesome with me and my mom!'

'Look, Paula, it's just that - a fantasy.'

'And I guess you imagine us licking each other, while you sit there watching, stroking your cock?'

'Please, Paula!'

'Oh, Jack, you really are a bad boy, and you know what happens to bad boys.'

Jack placed his phone on the bedside table and prepared for whatever it was Paula had in mind. He couldn't believe that she'd somehow got it out of him about her mother Jennifer and her.

'What must she think of me?' he thought, wretchedly.

He was brought back to his senses by the fact that the button on his chinos was being undone. Before he had a chance to say anything or prevent her, he found that his trousers were pooled on top of his loafers. His only thought was that he had to do something about his erection. By some kind of serendipity, Paula had exactly the same thought.

And she was able to turn thought into action. She yanked down his shorts and gasped as his penis was released from its captivity. It can't have been as big as the one which Adriana had wielded on her, but this one was real, it was pulsing, and it really was leaking precum.

'Paula, I really don't think this is a goo -' his voice trailed off as Paula captured his penis (at least the glans) in her mouth.