Mixed Pickles - Ch. 01

This story involves the description of pickleball play. I tried my best to keep it brief and not hard to follow, for the benefit of those who don't play. Hopefully it is relatively clear what is happening, but ultimately, the action on the court isn't as important as the action off it. Enjoy!

Like most men who start playing pickleball in their 30s, it was because my body could no longer handle my primary sport, squash. It was the same story for my wife, Michelle, when she had to give up tennis. The thing is, almost no other so-called "low-impact" sports allowed you to stay competitive as well as active. I'm guessing nobody gets in a screaming match at waterobics or tai chi.

Doctors love to tell former hypercompetitive athletes to take up pickleball. What they don't realize is that we don't become mild mannered and reasonable people just because our bodies failed us. The need to dominate still burns bright inside of us. It seems counterintuitive for a medical professional to actively encourage the bloodbaths that occur when maniacs like us are driven together.

Michelle and I had been playing together for four years now. This was our first tournament since moving to our new town and we'd made it to the finals with relative ease. But now we were in a dogfight against another couple, Geoff and Suzanne.

Geoff and Suzanne were 5 to 10 years older than us. Geoff was tall, at least 4 inches taller than my 6'1", with broad shoulders and a full head of hair that was more salt than pepper. His footwork and coordination screamed basketball to me. Suzanne was short and pleasantly thick with her thick red hair tied back in braids. Her powerful returns, quickness, and anticipation suggested she played softball.

Geoff and Suzanne were on championship point, up 10-8, when they needed to hit 11 to win. "10-8-1" Suzanne yelled, then hammered a deep serve at Michelle's backhand. I was up at the kitchen line, 7 feet from the net, and watched as Michelle managed to slice her return deep toward Suzanne, then ran to join me at the net.

Suzanne tried to send a lob back deep, but I anticipated it and, leaping, smashed it back at her so she couldn't approach the net. She shuffled to the side to block the ball, wanting to play a drop shot that would negate our advantage and allow her and Geoff time to approach the net; however, my shot reached her too quickly for her to set herself and the ball sailed towards Michelle.

Rather than landing inside the kitchen, it was going to carry far enough over the net that Michelle could smash it without violating the "no volley" rule inside the kitchen. She'd hit a handful of winners by smashing a return directly at our opponents. I'd been on the receiving end of enough of those shots in practice, with the welts to prove it, to know the best plan was to back up to give yourself time to react. That's exactly what Suzanne and Geoff did now, with Geoff cheating towards Suzanne, whom I'd drawn out of position.

Michelle cocked her paddle back ready to smash it. Her dark bronze skin glowed in the dusk light, her thick legs coiled and ready to explode upwards to maximize her extension. I could tell she was excited to play this next shot because her nipples were trying to fight their way to freedom. She had set them up perfectly all game for this, saving it for when she needed it most.

As the ball fell towards Michelle, she relaxed her arms and legs, shifting her paddle so she could softly deflect the ball towards our opponents' sideline, as close to the net as possible. It was a textbook dink, sure to end the point.

Geoff, that sonofabitch, almost made it. His long legs ate up the ground and his lanky arms reached out. Pickleball has a rule that we are reminded of again and again: "the ball always comes back". In other words, don't think the other team is going to give up just because you thought you hit a winner. Michelle remembered and was in position to defend for an around the post shot, a high degree of difficulty, but devastating shot. I, however, was a step behind in covering for Michelle.

Fortunately, my mistake didn't cost us as the distance was just too great for him to make up. His return, aimed at where I should have been, hit the net. Instead of celebrating, Michelle tore into me. "Come on, Flaherty" she yelled at me. She always called me by my last name on the court, never Trevor. "You almost fucked us. Get your head in the game."

I nodded grimly, taking in her wild eyes, flared nostrils, and twin bulging veins on her temples. All this for a $100 tab at the club's bar. God I loved her.

We were setting ourselves for Geoff's serve when we noticed Suzanne was on the ground clutching her leg. "Cramp!" she yelled.

"Medical timeout," the referee called out. "Starting the 15 minute timer."

"That's bullshit, Kelly," Michelle yelled at the referee. "They're just trying to ice us out."

"That's enough out of you," Kelly responded, pointing her finger at Michelle. "One more outburst and I'll give them a point. I'll give them the championship if I have to."

"The fuck you will," Michelle snarled. Kelly looked at me for help, but I stood my ground behind Michelle. I knew that trying to calm her down or back her up would only get her rage directed my way. She just needed to vent about being forced to wait when she was locked in and amped up.

"Go to your endline and wait," Kelly said, wisely turning away to check on Suzanne. Michelle defiantly stayed at the kitchen line in preparation for Geoff's serve, whenever it was going to come. I wasn't about to approach her when she was like this, so I whiled away the time before our match resumed admiring her ass and thinking about how we could channel that energy later.

***

When I first stepped onto the court at a singles night event and saw Michelle, I immediately recognized her competitive fire. The way she moved, elegant and precise, and how focused she was when everyone around us was flirting, screamed athlete to me.

Years of tennis had yielded thick, powerful legs topped by a shapely ass. Even her choice of clothes set her apart from the other women there, loose shorts and a faded t-shirt from her alma mater instead of yoga pants and cute racerback tanks. Everything about her screamed that she was here for the competition, not for socializing.

I had a choice to make. I could have chosen to play with one of the other attractive women there, of which there were several. I could have had a reasonably fun time as they tried their best to pick up the basics of a new sport. I might even have impressed them with my athleticism.

Or, I could have chosen to team up with who I suspected slash hoped was a bloodthirsty maniac even more competitive than me. I could have had an incredible time as we dominated the other teams with an equal possibility of a miserable time as we destroyed each other.

I chose chaos.

For most of the evening, things were going smoothly. We were in sync, feeding off each other's energy and wiping the floor with our opponents. After the second lopsided victory, the organizer had timidly asked Michelle if she would consider changing partners. She didn't even respond, just stared at the organizer silently until she slunk off.

For our final match, we drew Connor and Tiana, his partner for that evening. I suspected Connor wasn't a pickleball beginner and was just there to impress women. Once we were up 4-0 he quoted some rule Michelle and I knew was bullshit. We'd done our research beforehand and were about to argue when Connor called Michelle a poor sport.

I held my breath, suspecting I'd soon be giving the police a witness statement. Instead, Michelle flicked me the ball for me to start my service and gave Connor an icy stare that promised she was about to dominate him. Which is exactly what we did, until I did something that made Michelle direct that stare at me.

We were on the verge of pickling Connor and Tiana, which is what it's called when you beat someone 11-0. We just had to break their serve and get one point of our own. I started feeling sympathy for Tiana. Instead of playing a lob by stepping back and driving a ball by her, I jumped up and smashed it at Connor, who missed it. I miscalculated and came down with my toes in the kitchen, losing the point.

Michelle was enraged at losing the opportunity to humiliate Connor. She smashed Tiana's serve right back at her, making her dodge out of the way. Then she cruelly spun a serve out wide on Tiana, who had no hope of even getting touching it.

Before her serve had even cleared the net, Michelle was walking quickly past me to get her bag. Tiana threw her paddle down in a huff and stomped off while Connor glared at me.

I quickly grabbed my bag and tried to catch up to Michelle on our way to the club's lounge for the capper on the singles event. She sensed me coming and sped up, continuing to outpace me until we practically sprinted into the lounge. Everybody turned to stare at us as we tried to compose ourselves.

Michelle went to join a table of singles who'd called it quits early. I went to the bar to get a pitcher of beer and two glasses. When she saw me heading her way, she moved to a 2 top table.

I joined her and set the glasses down. "Peace offering?" I asked as I poured for her. She nodded and took the beer, not saying anything. She watched me intently, as if she was analyzing an opponent to exploit their weaknesses. I couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I made a mistake."

"Did you?" she asked, taking a sip. "I wonder what it could have been. I'm drawing a blank."

I briefly considered apologizing, but was sure that would lead to her closing off to me even more.

"I should have been more careful with my footwork so I didn't land in the kitchen," I admitted.

Michelle shook her head and said, "That wasn't your mistake and, even if it was, I wouldn't have gotten upset over it. It was on that point, but it was when you didn't hit it at Tiana. Did you think she was going to fuck you if you took mercy on her?"

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"Don't tell me you didn't catch her checking out your ass," she said, her glare taking on a hint of hunger, but still predominantly angry. "Wondering if it was as explosive in the sack as it is on court. Or those shoulders, wanting to know what it would be like to hold onto them while you pushed her up against a wall."

"And did you see Connor looking at you?" I asked, trying to make myself look as intimidating as Michelle. "Wondering how hard your thighs could squeeze him while you rode his face?" I could see her hardened nipples jutting up under her shirt. "Or how your tits would feel digging into his chest as he fucked you against a wall?"

Our heavy breathing, murderous slash horny eyes, and raised voices drew a lot of anxious looks from our fellow singles. Connor was watching this whole scene play out, no doubt waiting to swoop in.

"I've got to calm down," Michelle seethed.

"Understood," I replied, matching her tone. "Come find me before you leave." I was partway through turning away from her, possibly to go talk to Tiana and ramp up Michelle's jealousy, when Michelle grabbed my wrist.

"Meet me in the women's bathroom in 30 seconds," she demanded, then turned and walked to the bathroom. The way she didn't hesitate suggested she knew I would follow.

I was at five mississippis when Connor stood at my table. "Seems you blew your chance with that Michelle chick," he said. "It's too bad, but frees the way for me to take a run at her."

"Best of luck with that," I told him, clapping him on the shoulder as I hustled to the bathroom.

I burst into the washroom and took in the sight of Michelle naked and jilling. She was breathtaking in all her nude glory, her muscles tense from pleasuring herself. Her smallish breasts were topped by dark pointy nipples that were begging to be sucked.

"The fuck took you so long?" she asked, appearing far from self-conscious. She closed the distance between us quickly and pushed me up against the wall. Her mouth covered mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth before I could even process what was happening. I kissed her back, trying my best to match her intensity while I grabbed her ass and pulled her against my hardening cock.

Michelle engaged her own hands, reaching between us to free my cock and stroking me to full hardness. Without hesitation, she jumped up, expecting me to support her, while she guided me towards her sex. With a mutual sigh, she eased herself down my cock.

Our sex was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Michelle was ferocious in her singular pursuit of her goal, using me to meet her needs. It was like we were on the court and she was driving smash after smash at me while I was desperately trying to defend against them. Pretty quickly, I realized I had to stop trying to take control and just kept feeding her soft lobs so she could smash away.

Once I ceded control, Michelle really let loose. She held onto the back of my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips so she could lean back and get better leverage. Like a good teammate, I made small adjustments to support her.

I had had sex in public before, but it was usually a giggly affair, with the two of us shushing each other. The thrill was in the possibility of getting caught. Not so for Michelle. I'd soon come to find that she hoped whoever caught us fucking to stay to watch. Her echoing cries, damn near deafening in the bathroom and surely audible in the bar, were both signs of her passion and a lure for the unexpecting. I hoped Connor would be the one lured in so he could see what he could never have.

Very quickly, Michelle was sweating from exertion and panting with need. I watched as her muscles tensed for one final smash as she drove me in to the hilt. "Holy shit," she screamed as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm. I could feel her sex rippling as it gripped me tightly. Her body shook as she clung to me.

"Fuck, that was hot," I mumbled, my face smushed against her neck. I thought I'd missed my chance to cum, sure Michelle would need at least an hour to recover from her performance. I attempted to lift her off me, but her legs held tight.

"What are you doing?" she asked, giving me a confused look with a tinge of anger.

"I'm helping you down," I replied, trying again to lift her. Her legs were too powerful for me to dislodge her even an inch.

"I'm not done with you yet," Michelle informed me with a wicked smile. She surprised me with a savage kiss, biting my lips almost to the point of drawing blood. "Push me up against the wall."

I did as instructed and, in moments I was pounding into her. My squash ravaged and surgically repaired hips were being pushed to their limits as they drove back and forth. I was rewarded with her renewed cries and her fingernails raking painfully across my back under my shirt.

I felt my orgasm approaching and contorted my neck so I could suck on one of her delectable nipples. I badly wanted her to cum again and was doing what I could to help her along. I savored the salty tang of her sweat as I first licked her nipple, then took it into my mouth. The thought that she built up that sweat as we dominated our competition, only to be added to as she took her frustrations out on me was driving me to the edge. Her sharp cry as I bit her lightly only spurred me on to bite her harder.

I held back as long as I could but the tightness of Michelle's pussy combined with the allure of her competitiveness proved too much for me. I was done when she demanded, "Fucking cum for me," her voice hoarse from her screams.

As soon as my cock unleashed its first spurt, she triumphantly screamed, "Yes!" as she relaxed her control over her own orgasm. Her sex clamped onto me again, its ripples milking every last drop of my cum.

I had always hated losing, but it was hard to top this as a consolation prize.

When our respective orgasms had finally subsided, she unwrapped her legs so she could stand on her own, then pushed me off her. I could see the mixture of my cum and her arousal streaming down her legs as she approached me. "Do you promise to never make a mistake like that again?" she asked, as she reached down and squeezed my balls.

"No mercy from now on," I promised.

Michelle released my balls and took hold of my still hard but sensitive cock. "Do you promise to let me fuck you like that if you do?" she asked as she stroked me, enjoying my grimaces as she reached my glans.

"Fuck yeah," I responded.

Without a reply Michelle bumped me aside with her shoulder and picked up her clothes. She was getting dressed when I handed her a wad of paper towels for her crotch and legs.

"What do I need these for?" she asked, throwing the wad in the garbage. She gestured at her legs then out to the bar. "I want them to see my prize."

Without waiting for a reply, Michelle pulled open the door, but stopped when I called out, "Wait." She turned back to me, looking somewhat impatient. "Rematch next week?"

She gave me a challenging smile, with just a hint of madness reaching her eyes. Madness that did not scare me off in the least. "Next week? I'm not done with you tonight."

Michelle walked out to the bar, her head held high. She strode proudly across the room, knowing all eyes were on her. I held back a bit, not wanting to take attention off the champion, but also wanting my own moment of glory. I was particularly hoping to see Connor's jealous eyes locked on her "prize".

I followed once she'd walked out, giving a sheepish grin but getting charged up by all the considering gazes the women gave me. I imagined they were wondering what I'd done or what I was packing to make Michelle scream like that.

Just before I walked out, I stopped to lock eyes with Connor and hit him with a bro-style head nod. The look on his face as he averted his eyes was almost as thrilling as seeing Michelle outside seething that I would delay us for even a second.

We quickly became avid pickleball players. Having joined the club, we were on the courts several nights a week. Not every night ended with a post pickle romp like that first one, but I didn't know if I played so much because I enjoyed it or because, more often than not, Michelle would become enraged and would need my help to work off the frustration.

The higher the stakes, the more intense Michelle's anger would get. During our first tournament, we'd had to sneak away three times between matches just so she didn't assault another team. After we won the trophy, and had retired to a private changeroom, I dropped to one knee to pop The Question. It was a spur of the moment decision but I had no doubts I wanted to spend my life with this lunatic. Before I could even get the words out, she pushed me to the ground with singular focus. I think it was the third yes she yelled out that was finally in answer to my unasked question.

***

Back to the matter at hand, Suzanne was unsteadily back on her feet and moving into position for Geoff to serve for the championship. "If I can get a good return off this," I thought, "we can target Suzanne mercilessly and maybe get a win."

Suzanne, rather than stopping on her side of the court, hobbled past Geoff. They were stacking, which would allow Geoff to cover the middle with his dominant hand in an attempt to take the pressure off the injured Suzanne. Michelle turned back to me, a look of disgust on her face at their tactics. She hated when their opponents stacked, calling it male ego bullshit. Whenever it happened, a post pickle romp was a certainty. Facing it now boded well for me later, but it was going to make ending Geoff's service significantly harder.

As the referee was confirming we were ready to play, we overheard Suzanne advising Geoff to, "Target her." I put thoughts of how that might affect Michelle out of my mind so I could focus on his serve.

"10-8-2," Geoff called out before unleashing a wicked spin serve. Given how it moved, I was convinced it was illegal, but knew the ref wouldn't call it. I was able to get my paddle on it, but without much power so that my return was sitting there for Geoff to hammer back at us on his way to the net.

Michelle got to the ball and hit it directly at Suzanne who was a few steps behind Geoff on her way to the net. He stretched out and intercepted it, dinking the ball so that it dropped into our kitchen. The ball bounced high enough that Michelle could speed it up, hitting it with some pace and spin at Suzanne rather than going for a dink of her own.

Geoff just managed to deflect it back at Michelle, near the sideline. It floated over the net, high but not deep enough for her to smash it. But my crafty wife pulled off an Erne, leaping diagonally over the kitchen and hitting the ball down the sideline, out of Suzanne's reach. Michelle's foot landed outside the court and, thus, outside the kitchen making it a legal shot.

Michelle's exultant roar was cut short by Geoff calling, "Out."

Michelle was up in Geoff's face before I could process what was happening. "Like shit that was out, you fucking cheater!" she screamed. Everything had culminated in an instant: the high stakes, the prospective loss, the insult of being targeted, and the injustice of Geoff's call. It had escalated her to a level of rage I'd never seen before.

Not knowing what she was capable of in that state, and not willing to find out, I called out, "Appeal!" The ref, not wanting to get near Michelle, hung back on the far sideline.

"I couldn't see it clearly from over here," Kelly the ref said, clearly nervous.

"What was he," I countered, pointing at Geoff, "five steps closer than you were? How could he have seen it well enough from that far away?"

"You know the rules," the ref replied. "Players call outs on their side of the court. If he says it was out, it was out."

"I fucking saw that go right down the line," Michelle insisted. She turned and pointed at Suzanne. "You were closer. Are you going to stand there and tell me, with a straight fucking face, that my shot was out."

Suzanne looked terrified as her eyes darted between Michelle and Geoff. "Don't look at him," Michelle yelled. "You look at me. Tell me it was out."

Suzanne looked away as she said, "I didn't get a good look at it."

"You were swinging at the fucking thing!" Michelle exploded.

"I'd appreciate if you didn't talk to my wife like that," Geoff drawled, placing his hand on Michelle's shoulder and trying to turn her his way. I saw her body tense and I thought she was going to crack him in the face with her paddle. Then I saw the hunger in her eyes and the appearance of her nipples as they tented her top and realized she didn't want to fight him, she wanted to jump him.

I leapt over the net to get between them and wrestled my wife clear of the bewildered Geoff and Suzanne. I held her near the sideline as the ref declared them the winners and practically pushed them toward the organizers for their prize.

"We'll get 'em next year," I said, trying to console Michelle.

"Car. Now," Michelle seethed as she continued to glare at the couple. "I want them to see us as they head to the lounge."

***

As I hinted at earlier, Michelle's a bit of an exhibitionist. She can get off without somebody watching us, but it certainly elevates things for her when we are watched. Our escapades had quickly earned us some notoriety at our last club. I think the club management enjoyed the boost in memberships that our "shows" brought in and managed to placate anybody who complained.

We'd fuck in our car, in the bushes, in bathrooms, wherever we could find a not so private spot. Michelle had even requested we work off her aggression in the women's locker room following a confrontation with a female player. Each time, we left the shower door just a little bit open to let the offending player peep on us. Somehow, they always did.

Michelle seemed to like being watched by Connor most of all. I didn't know if it was because he was annoying to play against or because she was into him, but I didn't much care. What I did know was that she always came harder when Connor was watching.

One night, when Michelle was feeling particularly stressed at work, Connor started in with his bullshit. Making questionable calls, arguing any out calls we made no matter how obvious it was his shot was out, and just generally being a nuisance. The final straw had been when he made his partner agree to stack even though they were down by eight points.

"Damnit, Connor!" Michelle snarled. "Can't you just lose with dignity, for once in your miserable life?"

"Yap, yap, yap," Connor taunted her. "Hey Trevor, can you stick your dick in her mouth to shut her up already? Or maybe she'd prefer to get a taste of mine." He grabbed his crotch and thrust his hips at her. I knew Connor was a piece of shit, but I didn't know he had a death wish.

I'm proud that my wife doesn't need me to fight her battles for her. But, from time to time, she does need me to hold her back to keep her from murdering someone. The problem was, she was quicker than me and this escalated so quickly that I hadn't angled myself to intercept her.

"You put anything near my mouth, you vile motherfucker," she screamed, sprinting at the net and vaulting over it, "and I'll bite it off."

I thought for sure Connor would bolt, but he set his feet and looked like he was about to throw hands. Michelle skidded to a stop in front of him, looking like she couldn't decide whether she should kill him or fuck him, possibly both. Before she decided, I caught up and intervened. With help from Rachel, Connor's partner that evening and a friend of ours, we were able to separate them.

Recognizing that she needed to work off her aggression, I asked if she wanted to go to our car. Her eyes followed Connor as he slunk away. "Locker room. Men's," she managed to say with her jaw clenched.

Not waiting for a response, she stalked after Connor. "Shouldn't we wait til it's thinned out?" I asked as I trailed behind her. Unlike the Women's locker room, there were no doors on the shower stalls in the Men's. We'd be totally exposed.

"No, now," she said, not looking my way. "I want that asshole to see how hard I fuck you. I want him to hear how wet my pussy is."

I found it hard to argue against that logic and stopped resisting. If she wanted this to happen, I wasn't going to be able to stop it. I may as well have some fun.

A few half naked guys dove for cover as Michelle barged into their locker room. "Connor!" she yelled, her voice amplified by all the tile in the room, as she scanned the room. Once she spotted him she pointed at him, then pointed two fingers at her own eyes, then jabbed herself in the chest with her finger. The message was clear, "You are going to watch me."

Michelle began peeling off her clothes as she walked down the aisle towards the showers. All eyes were on her as, fully nude, she regally walked into a shower stall. She turned on the water and faced me, looking angry that I was hesitant and still fully clothed. "Get your ass in here now," she demanded, "or I'll find somebody else who's willing to join me."

Without having to turn around, I knew Michelle was looking at Connor when she said that. I was having a hard time deciding how I felt about her sudden interest in him. While we had talked about incorporating a third or even another couple to our sexy times and had even started researching "The Lifestyle", we had not agreed to advance past the planning stages. We certainly hadn't talked about the third being an absolute asshole like Connor. One who we hadn't vetted to confirm he wouldn't catch feelings.

On the other hand, life is about seizing opportunities as they present themselves. I wasn't wild about sharing this new experience with Connor, but since Michelle was going to be the more active participant, I knew her opinion outweighed mine. Since she detested him, there was little chance she would catch feelings.

As I stripped and joined Michelle in the stall, I decided that I would go with the flow. I had no idea whether Connor would have the courage to step up. "Why waste energy thinking about a hypothetical when that energy could be put to better use?" I asked myself. "Like fucking the shit out of your wife."

As soon as I was in the stall, Michelle dropped to her knees and guided me to her mouth. This was unusual, at least for our post pickle sex. At home, she was a champion cock sucker, but when she needed to work out her aggression she always wanted to get straight to fucking.

When Michelle blew me, she would always look up at me, not lovingly but as an athlete trying to read and react to her teammate. Tonight, her eyes were roving the crowd of men who'd gathered around to watch. Men in various states of undress but with clear indicators of their arousal. A few, like Connor, were unashamedly stroking themselves.

This was already an unprecedented turn of events and I knew Michelle would be loving it. I knew she wouldn't be satisfied that she'd driven them wild with lust such that they couldn't help but get hard in such a taboo way. She was going to amp things up in an attempt to get Connor, and possibly others, to submit to her will. Now that I had joined her, I knew I wasn't going to stop them. "Hell, I might even enjoy seeing her dominate Connor," I thought.

Michelle's attention to my cock waned, not that I was complaining as I wanted to last long enough to give her what she really wanted. She pulled her mouth off me, still stroking me idly, as she addressed the crowd. "Don't be shy boys," she told them. "Now that those fucking cocks are hard, I want you to stroke them for me." She punctuated her demand by licking the length of my shaft, her eyes locked on Connor.

Nobody complied. A few even looked around, clearly uncomfortable jerking off in front of others. Michelle responded by giving my head a quick suck that ended with a loud pop to their attention. "Well, if you're not going to do what I want," she said as she turned her body so they could see her fingers fucking her pussy, "we might have to take our little show to the Women's showers. I know we'd be more appreciated over there."

Michelle smiled, seeing that some of the men were finally doing what she asked, Connor included. But I knew she would not consider it a victory until she had full compliance. "Or maybe," she purred, "I should invite the women to come join us so we can all have some fun."

She moaned as the last holdout dropped his towel and began jerking off with the rest. Her eyes drifted from one to the next until she saw the first frantically grab a towel to catch his cum. She threw her head back and came, her cries drowning out the sound of the shower and the six remaining dudes jerking off.

"I want you to promise that you'll take your cocks straight to your wives or girlfriends" she declared. She paused, realizing she wasn't being inclusive. "Or husbands, I see you there Jerry."

I could almost hear the music swelling as Michelle gave the weirdest locker room pep talk of all time. "Use all the sexual energy you're getting from this," she told them, "and fuck the ever-loving-shit out of them. I don't care if you're not seeing someone you go find someone to fuck so you don't waste this."

Her eyes settled on Connor as she continued, "It'll be even better if it's someone you've wanted to fuck for a long time." I thought Connor was going to tap out the way he was looking at her, but he held in there.

Not so for Jerry and a handful (pun intended) of others. They found various ways to not cum on their neighbours. I doubt Ms Manners ever covered etiquette for a situation like this, but I bet if she had it would be a must read. Participating in a circle jerk is like being a pall bearer insofar as nobody ever plans to do it, but if you find yourself doing it, you should know how to act so you don't drop your load on your neighbor's feet.

I wouldn't normally cum the way she was stroking me, but watching how she was dominating the room had an exhilarating effect on me. I knew I had to get inside her, and soon, to make sure she got fucked. Preferably by me and not whoever ended up being the last man standing.

Michelle cried out in protest as I picked her up. She must have had some sense of what I planned to do, it was just that she hated any disruptions to her flow state. I sat down on the bench behind her and prepared to set her down.

In slow motion I saw each of the gathered men, or at least those who hadn't already tapped out, freeze mid-stroke and hold their breaths as they watched Michelle descend towards my cock.

At that point, I had no shame over how little time I'd last because all anybody would remember is how hard Michelle came once my cock was inside her. Her piercing scream deafened us and, we'd later discover, made her lose her voice for three days. She thrashed about so hard I thought one of us was going to get injured.

I planted my feet and reached around in front of Michelle. With one hand I found then rubbed her clit while the other pinched her nipple. I knew I had only seconds left before I exploded inside her and wanted to up the visuals to finish off the only remaining stroker, Connor.

Connor was mesmerized watching us, or more specifically Michelle. I idly wondered if she was just as focused on his cock as he furiously jerked off. I kept myself from yelling at him to step closer so she could finish him off. I didn't care if she touched him or even fucked him at this point, as long as he came before me. My need to win outweighed my biological imperative, which I was barely fending off. I didn't even find it odd to be staring at another man masturbating and willing him to cum.

Connor's long, drawn out moan told me he was also fighting with all his might not to cum. His resolve finally broke and he unleashed a torrent that splashed down just short of Michelle's feet.

Victorious, I finally gave into my own climax and came inside Michelle. A truly petty part of me wished I had pulled out so I could shoot my load farther than Connor's, beating him once more.

Meanwhile, Michelle's epic performance ended with one final orgasm. She squeezed me so hard that she actually popped off of my cock. I held her as our orgasms subsided. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Connor slink away to his locker, setting a mental reminder to tell him to clean up his mess before we left.

I'm not normally one to hold a grudge against an opponent I've beaten, even someone as unlikable as Connor. But I could see how disappointed Michelle was and I had nothing but contempt for Connor, knowing he could have given her the experience she wanted if he'd only had the courage to seize the moment.

It was then that I realized that I made it about myself by treating Connor as an adversary instead of an ally. "It's called a double-team for a reason," I thought. "I should have been facilitating both of them, not chasing personal glory."

As Michelle and I showered, changed, and cleaned up the mess the since departed Connor left behind. I vowed that I would never sit idly by and let a chance like this pass us by again. Just not with Connor. Honestly, what kind of asshole doesn't clean up their cum?

Michelle was uncharacteristically quiet as we drove out of the club's parking lot. In an attempt to get her to engage, I asked, "Who knew Jerry was hung like a fire hydrant?"

I was grateful to hear her laugh, albeit it raspily. "I don't know how Tim handles that beast," she replied. "I doubt I could get two hands around it, let alone my mouth." She mimed holding a cock with the girth of a double hamburger in front of her face, her jaw opened wide in a vain attempt to take it.

"But you would have been happy to try, wouldn't you?" I asked, reaching between her legs. She nodded coyly in response and slid off her underwear.

"Would you have tried to fit that in your pussy?" I asked her, increasing the pressure I was applying to her clit.

"God yes," Michelle sighed, spreading her legs wider. "I would have let them all take turns fucking me."

"Even old man MacDougal?" I asked. "With the droopy balls?"

"They would have tightened up for me," Michelle replied. She adjusted her hips and sighed as she found just the right angle. As her eyes drifted closed, I knew she was picturing the circle jerk she had incited.

"What about Connor?" I asked. Her eyes opened and she looked at me guiltily. "What if Connor had joined us in the shower the way you wanted him to? Would you have blown him while I fucked you?"

Michelle could only nod but her enthusiasm was clear when she reached down and slid two fingers in her pussy. Her other hand was wiggling its way into my shorts.

"Or maybe you'd have preferred us to fuck you both at the same time," I opined. The schlick schlick sound of our fingers working in sync intensified. "I know you'd love having two cocks inside you. I'd have buried myself in your ass so he could fuck your pussy. I'd want him to see your face when we fucked you."

I had to pull over so I could use two hands. I placed my free hand's index finger in her mouth and she obliged me liberally coating it with her saliva. I placed my finger against her asshole and realized I needn't have bothered lubing up since everything below her pussy was dripping with her arousal. She cried out as I gently eased my finger inside her.

"What if you both fucked my pussy?" she asked, I could see how much she wanted me to be okay with the idea, but I couldn't help but tease her.

"Don't you think it's too tight to fit us both?" I asked. She nodded faintly. "I'd love to fill you up with two hard cocks." Michelle nodded enthusiastically then shuddered as she came.

***

Michelle was transferred soon after that incident, her company having decided she needed to be on site to get a project back on track. One of the first things we did, even before we had found an apartment, was seek out a new pickleball club. We'd had a few post pickle romps since then, but hadn't yet been caught. I was pretty sure that was going to change tonight.

Our car was parked under a street light and facing the path leading from the courts to the bar. There was no way Geoff and Suzanne could miss us, provided we were set up. I wasted no time situating myself in the passenger seat and closed the door as soon as Michelle straddled my lap. She reached out to turn on the map lights, making us extra visible.

Michelle reached down and pulled my cock free of my shorts. The prospect of Geoff and Suzanne seeing us in action, and the potential for them to join us in future actions, had had a hardening effect on me such that Michelle didn't need to spend any time getting me ready.

Michelle pulled her underwear aside and briefly rubbed me against her sopping wet pussy. We both sighed as she slid down my shaft. Rather than fucking me right away, she gave me a shy look and asked, "Do you think Geoff would want to fuck me?"

"He'd be crazy not to," I replied, my hands reaching out to squeeze her ass.

Michelle leaned in to kiss me and stayed close once our lips parted. "What about Suzanne?" she asked. "She's really hot. I'd love to fuck her. Or, even better, watch the two of you fuck." She punctuated that by clenching my cock hard with her pussy.

This was a new wrinkle. Up to now, our talk had focused on Michelle fucking another man, even multiple men. "She looks so fuckable," I agreed, moaning as she lightly rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against my pubis and milking me in the process. "I bet I could give her a reason to cramp up."

Michelle's hip movements increased, but she stayed close to me. When she's amped like this, she would normally be fucking me with reckless abandon by now, leaning back to increase her leverage. Today, she seemed very interested in talking about playing with Geoff and Suzanne. I wondered if she was fantasizing about it purely for enjoyment or because she thought visualization is the key to achieving our goals.

"She seems like a good partner," she said. "Maybe she and I can play some pickleball together. Then we can hunt you down and fuck you. Together."

"What about Geoff?" I asked, squeezing her ass. "Wouldn't he be lonely?"

"You could always play pickleball with Geoff," Michelle teases. "But afterwards, if you're willing to share, I think that Suzanne and I could blow you while he takes turns fucking us from behind."

Michelle's hips were picking up speed and I felt my balls tightening, ready to unleash my impending orgasm. "I had a different idea," I said, "but it depends on Suzanne owning a strap-on."

"If she doesn't, I'll buy her one," she said, leaning her torso back and closing her eyes. I took advantage and slid my hand up her shirt and under her bra to work her nipple. She cried out as I pinched it, but wasn't about to be diverted from the fantasy. "What a lucky girl I am, to have each of my slutty little holes filled. But which hole is for you?"

I'm right on the edge and desperately trying to hold back. "Your mouth," I replied, my voice cracking due to my urgent need. Michelle pulled my hand from her tit and brought it to her mouth. She took my two fingers into her mouth and started simulating giving them a blowjob. "I want the best view of you cumming over and over again."

Michelle's body tensed as she pushed off of the dashboard, pinning me against my seat. I couldn't hold back any longer and we both cried out as I shot my first salvo into her. I yelped as she bit down painfully on my fingers each time I unleashed another burst.

I braced myself, expecting Michelle to resume fucking my tender, but still erect, cock. But her hips were still as she leaned in and kissed me, one hand grabbing my hair and pulling.

"Look who made it for the show," she said, turning my head to the side. Geoff and Suzanne were standing beside their car, watching us. Michelle glared back at them.

Once he realized they were spotted, Geoff looked embarrassed and continued on his way to the lounge. Suzanne raised an eyebrow and gave us a polite golf clap before turning to catch up with her husband.

Michelle felt my cock twitch as we watched Suzanne walk away. "Oh, you definitely want to hit that," she said, pulling my head back to face her and biting my lip. "Let's go make that happen."

"Wait, what about you?" I asked.

"I thought I was pretty clear, all three of you are going to hit this," she replied, gesturing down her body.

"Obviously," I said, "but, uh, you didn't cum."

"I know," Michelle acknowledged. She started to lift herself off me then stopped, perhaps thinking better of it as she realized how much cum she was holding. "Pass me a towel."

"Then let's get in the backseat," I begged, pulling her back down. "I don't care how sloppy it is down there, I'll go down on you anyway. Or we can wait til I'm hard again. Shouldn't take too long if we keep talking about fucking our sworn enemies."

Michelle leveled a frank gaze at me and said, "I didn't cum on purpose. I want to channel all my energy into getting to play with them. Then, and only then, will I let myself cum."

"What if it doesn't happen tonight?" I asked.

"Then it doesn't happen tonight," Michelle replied, shrugging. "Like you said, we can get 'em next time." She leaned in to me, her eyes and tone suddenly menacing. "But every second you waste not giving me a towel is hurting our chances of that happening.

I gulped and reached over to my bag, which I'd thrown on the driver's seat, and pulled out a towel. Michelle, snatched it out of my hand, raised herself off me, and rubbed herself dry with it.

I looked down and realized we, and our combined bodily fluids, had made an absolute mess of my shorts. A large dark spot had bloomed at the crotch, extending halfway to my knees.

I tried to take the towel to dry it, but Michelle stopped me. "No, just leave it. If they are who I think they are, it'll draw them in."

Michelle threw the towel in the back seat. "Clean that up later," she told me, pointing at the towel. Then she opened the door and climbed out.

By the time I had tucked myself away and climbed out, she had already adjusted her clothes and was walking purposefully to the lounge

As we entered the lounge, Geoff and Suzanne tried to wave us over to their table. Michelle ignored them and strode over to a table on the other side of the room. I could see she had her game face on when she sat down across from me, staring directly at Geoff.

"Are you sure this is the approach?" I asked. She shushed me in reply and continued glaring.

Within minutes, Suzanne walked over with a plate of nachos. "We come in peace," Suzanne said, setting the plate on the table.

Michelle interrupted her glare to look at me. "What's the old proverb?" she asked. "Beware picklers bearing nachos?"

Geoff walked up with a pitcher in one hand and glasses in the other. "What if they also bear beer?" Geoff asked as he put the glasses on the table.

"Then they get to sit," Michelle responded, grabbing a glass, which Geoff promptly filled from the pitcher. "But only until the beer runs out." She held up her glass in thanks then drained half of it in a single gulp.

Suzanne, watching as Geoff filled her glass, said, "And as all picklers know..." She tapped her filled glass on the table and downed half of its contents. She slammed the beer on the table and wiped her mouth with her hand. "... that's when we switch to shots."

Geoff and I laughed in response. Michelle softened her glare and I saw a smile briefly appear, but remained standoffish. "Thanks for the offer, but I think we'll cap it at beers," she said politely, but firmly. "I'm going to use tomorrow to get a head start on the week."

"What do you do?" Geoff asked while filling my glass.

"I'm the project manager for the Hart Tower on Columbia Street," Michelle replied.

"Holy shit!" Geoff exclaimed. "So you're who they brought in to replace Marty."

"That's right," Michelle confirmed before taking a sip of her beer. "You in construction?"

"I may have supplied the site with a bit of concrete," Geoff replied, grinning.

Suzanne reached out and squeezed his arm, saying, "You'll have to forgive my husband's modesty. He's one of the biggest concrete suppliers in the city."

"Is that so?" Michelle asked, flashing a closed lip smile at Geoff. "You got any dirt on Daniels Reinforcing?"

"That depends," he said, a crooked smile on his face. "You gonna take my wife up on her offer of shots?"

Michelle responded by slamming her beer. Suzanne laughed and did the same, then stood. "None for these two, though," she said, pointing at me and Geoff. "They've got to drive us home."

Geoff rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but held his tongue. I would normally appreciate his laid back nature, but I needed him, and more importantly Michelle, to get amped up again.

"You and Suzanne are a great duo," I noted, casually. "We'd love to play you again." I knew this would get Michelle back in an adversarial mood. Her smile disappeared as she looked at Geoff, her eyes drilling into him.

"I'd love to get revenge for tonight," Michelle said. "The sooner the better."

"Well," he drawled, sidestepping Michelle's challenge, "that could be a mite tricky. Me and the missus aren't going to be back at the club for a few weeks."

Michelle made a scoffing sound. Geoff's eyes narrowed as he said, "Got a problem with that?"

"No," Michelle replied. Her tone was calm but her eyes were fire. "Why would I have a problem with you ducking us? I just figured you'd use your wife's injury as an excuse."

"I don't need any excuses to beat you two," Geoff seethed.

I could see Michelle's nostrils flare in anger. Sometimes, you just have to clear out and let your partner cook. "I s'pose you don't," she said, mocking Geoff's countrified manner. "I reckon, you just need to cheat..."

"That's horseshit" Geoff interrupted, slapping the table. He cooled a bit when he realized all eyes in the room were on him. Michelle did not.

"How about aspirational line calling?" she asked mockingly. "That sound better to you?"

"I don't need to fucking cheat to beat you," Geoff said, pointing across the table, the strain in his voice clear.

"Prove it," I told him. "Let's play another game tonight." I pointed at Suzanne walking back to us with shots, the concerned look on her face suggesting she was picking up on the tension at our table. "Her cramp seems to be gone."

"They already shut down the courts," Michelle said, gesturing out the window at the darkened courts.

"I'm sure Geoff knows how to get the lights back on," I said, looking at Geoff hopefully.

"That won't be necessary," Suzanne said as she sat back down. She slid a shot to Michelle and placed her hand on Geoff's shoulder, giving it a rub in an effort to calm him. "We have a court at our house." She reached over and put her hand on my thigh and hit me with a knowing gaze. "A very private court."

My heart, which had been racing at Suzanne's implication, sank as Michelle slammed her shot and stood. "I hate to concede defeat," I thought, "but if that didn't seal the deal, I don't know what else could."

Michelle gave me an impatient look and I reluctantly stood. I was about to voice our regrets and ask for a raincheque to keep the door open, when she asked, "So what's the deal? You giving us the address or should we follow you?"

Suzanne laughed and smiled with delight. She slammed her own shot and stood. "Both," she said. "Let's go to your car and I'll put the address in your phone or GPS or whatever." She pulled Geoff to his feet and followed us out.

***

About 20 minutes later we pulled into a lush neighborhood, the kind that stank of conspicuous wealth, pretense, and unspoken infidelity. I let out a low whistle as we got to Geoff and Suzanne's house, easily the nicest on the block.

We parked in the driveway while Geoff parked their luxury SUV in their garage, beside a trailer with twin jetskis.

As I killed the engine, I turned to Michelle and asked, "Are you ready for this?"

She gave me her "you-can-be-such-an-idiot" look and replied, "I'll show you how ready I am." She yanked my hand towards her and pushed it against her soaked underwear. She moaned, her eyes sliding shut as I gave her a slow, forceful rub. I could feel the slickness of her arousal on her thighs. I almost didn't want to leave the car for our potential swap so I could fuck her here and now. Almost.

Suzanne popped out of the garage and waited while we got out and grabbed our gear. "Follow me around to the courts," she said, gesturing for us to follow. We fell in behind her, taking a crushed stone path.

"You have such a beautiful home," Michelle said, as Suzanne entered a code to open a side gate.

"That's kind of you to say," Beth said, walking through. "Truth be told, once our youngest fled the nest a few years ago, I've wondered if we shouldn't sell and move to the city. The only thing keeping me from doing just that is our courts."

"Must be a great way to hone your game," I said.

"Oh it is," she agreed. She looked over her shoulder at us. "Amongst other benefits."

I had no idea what that meant, but I sure as shit wanted to find out. Ever since we met, Michelle has been all I'd wanted. It's hard to lust after other women when you're with someone who fucks you so thoroughly and passionately. But I was lusting for Suzanne. Big time.

We finally came around the side of the house to their backyard. I was taken aback by the grandeur of it. It had a sweeping view of the city, its lights blotting out the stars, even this far away. There was a pool with a softly lit grotto and hot tub, both of which filled my mind with images of a nude Suzanne, hair slicked back and water dripping from her tits, fucking me in ways both sinful and imaginative.

The highlight of the backyard was the trio of pickleball courts, each ringed by short fences. The courts were brightly lit by overhead floodlights. I noted that Suzanne was true to her word about the courts being private. The high hedges kept the entire backyard private from the eyes of the already distant neighbors. As I pictured myself fucking Suzanne, bent over the net so she could suck off Geoff on the other side, I wondered if the neighbors would be able to hear her moans of pleasure. Pickleball was loud, but I intended to make Suzanne scream even louder.

We walked onto the middle court and set our bags on a bench. There was even a bit of a viewing area between the courts and the pool, with two sectional couches and a half dozen loungers arranged around an unlit fire pit. We pulled out our paddles and began stretching.

We were soon joined by Geoff, hustling over from the house with his and Suzanne's gear. He pulls her in for a deep kiss, leaning down on account of his height. As she turned to the court, he reached under her skirt and goosed her, drawing a yelp, followed quickly by a giggle.

We set up for a quick rally to warm up.

"So, I oughtta tell you y'all about our optional house rules," Geoff said as he began the rally. "For our more... adventurous guests."

"But we won't tell you what they are unless you agree to follow them," Suzanne said as the rally continued.

Before I could respond, Michelle said, "We are so fucking in."

Geoff continued, "You won't be forced to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"But after you made sure we'd catch you going at it in your car," Suzanne added, giving me a wink, "we're pretty sure you'll love them."

"Guys," I said, "when you've made the sale, stop selling." I looked over at Michelle and saw she was locked in. As much as she wanted to participate in post-game activities, she wanted to win even more. God, I love her. "Let's hear the rules."

"Every time your opponent scores a point, one of you has to remove an article of clothing," Suzanne said.

"Not your shoes and socks, you need those," Geoff added.

"So you win when the other team is nude above the knees?" I asked, already imagining a nude Suzanne and her curves bouncing around the court.

"Not quite," Suzanne said coyly. "Once they're nude, you have to score one more point to win. The winner gets to assign a forfeit to the other team. Like a spicy dare."

"Now, you aren't obliged to do it, when we win," Geoff said, entering trash talk mode. "We'll be more than happy to dial down the ask if you aren't comfortable." He drove the ball hard and directly at Michelle.

The ball hit Michelle's palm with a slap as she caught it out of the air. "That's funny," she said, "cause we'll be willing to do the same when we win."

"Oh honey," Suzanne said, smiling suggestively. "We'll never refuse a forfeit."

"Visitors serve," Geoff said as he got in position to receive Michelle's serve.

"0-0-2," Michelle called out, then hammered a deep serve at Geoff's feet.

After we won the first point, Suzanne handed her paddle to Geoff and turned her back to us. She reached under her skirt and grabbed her underwear's waistband. She slid them slowly down her legs, bending at the waist and swaying her hips back and forth. By the time her underwear were at her shoes, she was fully bent over, revealing a curvy, yet toned pale ass.

"Do you always lose your underwear first?" I teased.

"It blocks my flow," she replied, carrying the underwear to the bench next to the court.

"That's how she plays every ladies night," Geoff offered fondly.

Suzanne smiled at Michelle and said "You should join me. We'd tear those other ladies apart."

Michelle cocked an eyebrow and smiled in return. "Promise?" she asked wryly, drawing laughs.

I knew Geoff was Michelle's target, but the hungry look she gave Suzanne told me she wasn't safe either. I knew Michelle was bi, it would be hard to play on a women's tennis team in college with her need to release her rage without sleeping with women. I was hopeful she would get the chance to be with a woman again for the first time since we got together. And that I'd get to watch.

We lost serve and Geoff scored their first point, causing Michelle to rush to remove her shirt before I could remove mine. "Why didn't you remove your headband first?" I asked.

"I need to keep my hair out of my face," she replied, hooking a loose strand over her ear.

We were in a 3-1 hole by the time we won serve back. I'd lost my shirt and Michelle had followed Suzanne's lead and ditched her underwear. It was so heavy due to the soaking she'd given it that she was able to throw it at the growing pile by the net.

I snagged the underwear midflight and brought it to my face. I inhaled deeply and sighed contentedly, much to Geoff and Suzanne's amusement. "Let me get a hit of those," Suzanne demanded. I held them across the net for her.

Suzanne approached the net, but didn't grab the underwear. Instead, she grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand to her nose. She inhaled deeply while also managing to briefly suck my fingers. "They're horny forward," she said before sniffing again. "With just a hint of..." She sniffed again, then flashed a flirty smile. "... Trevor." She nipped my finger before finally releasing my wrist.

"Hey," Geoff complained, "it's not fair for y'all to have all the fun."

Suzanne snatched the underwear and threw it to Geoff. He weighed them in his hand, nodding to indicate he was impressed by their heft. He lifted them to his face but stopped, asking, "How faint a hint of Trevor?"

"Does it matter?" Suzanne asked.

Geoff grinned and tried to inhale the underwear. "Nope!" he proclaimed proudly, then threw the underwear onto the pile.

We went on that way, trading points and shedding clothes. Geoff and I cat-called the girls when their bras came off. "Damn, girl," Michelle said when she saw Suzanne's tits. I agreed with her assessment. They were both impressively large and gravity defying.

"You can thank Geoff for 'em," Suzanne said, squeezing them together with her upper arms. "The boob lift was last year's birthday present."

Mobility started to become a problem for me from watching a mostly nude Suzanne running around the court. The sight of Suzanne's tits flopping around as she launched upward for an overhead smash was worth the resulting welt on my chest. Getting a glimpse of her neatly trimmed ginger bush when her skirt flipped up also didn't hurt, unlike the fact that we lost that point.

I was self-conscious at being hard in front of two strangers and even, to a lesser extent, Michelle. I couldn't help it, I kept imagining the forfeits we could assign or be assigned. I wondered what the sweat shimmering on Suzanne's tits would taste like if I licked it off them.

I had no choice but to lose my underwear. It seemed the chivalrous thing to do since Michelle was down to just her skirt. But still I hesitated.

"Come on," Suzanne encouraged. "Pull out that pickle."

I tried to comply, but had to maneuver my waistband up and over my hard-on, which sprang to attention once it was unleashed.

"Ooohhhh," Suzanne cooed appreciatively. "Looks like that pickle has some crunch to it." She gestured at me, tracing a circle in the air with her finger. "Turn around, let me see the buns." She gave me a wolf whistle as I did as instructed and was licking her lips theatrically. "Looks like I could make a full meal of you."

Geoff's boxers followed shortly after. I only thought I was self-conscious before; then I saw Geoff's cock. I'm a bit above average in the 'ol downstairs department. Geoff was more or less my size, possibly a bit girthier, but he was in his flaccid state.

I looked over at Michelle to see her jaw dropped. I was not alone in noticing her hand disappear up her skirt.

"Don't worry, babe," Suzanne assured Michelle. "He's a shower, not a grower."

"But what a show it is," Geoff joked, spinning his hips in an impressive display of windmilling. He stopped, wincing, then rubbed at a twinge in his back.

We were all nude a few points later, after Suzanne lost her skirt. My wondering turned to what her pussy would taste like when I noticed the glistening between her legs that I was sure was not only sweat.

As I prepared to serve to Suzanne for match point, Michelle turned around and bent over, shaking her bare ass and pussy at our opponents. They ignored her, having reached a locked in state. I could tell they wanted to win a forfeit as much as we did.

Despite Michelle's showboating, we were locked in as well. I'd never seen Michelle play a better game. I knew she would be enraged when Geoff and Suzanne stood in a stacked formation.

My banana serve kicked to Suzanne's backhand, drawing her off the court and resulting in a weak backhand return. Michelle charged it and tried to drive the ball to the opposite corner before Suzanne could cover it, but Geoff volleyed it back. He had to stretch to reach it, causing his attempted dropshot to come in higher than he wanted.

Michelle was able to speed up her return, aiming it at the edgeline on her side. Geoff had anticipated a return down the middle and wasn't able to recover in time.

I threw my hands up in victory as the ball bounced to the fence. I looked over at Michelle and was crestfallen to see her shaking her head. "Out!" she yelled.

Geoff shook his head and said, "Looked in to me."

Michelle quickly sidestepped the net and got in Geoff's face. "Are you nuts?" she yelled. "That was more out than the tournament point was in!"

"I get to call outs on my side of the court," Geoff said. "It's your point."

Geoff wasn't backing down and neither was his cock. "Suzanne was right," I thought, watching his cock rise as if pulled by a puppet string without lengthening.

I knew Michelle's anger would work out in everybody's favor. "Could Geoff have known that letting her win would raise her ire, and libido, to insane heights?" I wondered. I could see her arousal dripping from her sex and landing on the court. Her sex that was inching its way closer and closer to Geoff's cock.

"Fuck you, it's our point," Michelle seethed. "If you're going to insist on calling it in, we're just going to have to replay the point."

"I might have a better solution," I interjected. "I think the fairest thing we can do is award each team a forfeit." When there was no pushback, I looked at Geoff and told him, "You've gotta let Michelle suck your cock."

"Fuck yeah!" Michelle exclaimed, dropping to her knees excitedly. She wasn't even all the way down when she reached out and grabbed hold of Geoff. Her hand moved in vigorous strokes, the head of his cock disappearing and reappearing in a blur as it was guided into her mouth. Michelle set to work, her burning desire to dominate evident.

I turned my attention to Suzanne as she approached the net and said, "Well, since our forfeit was going to be that Michelle had to suck Geoff's cock, I suppose it'll have to be that I suck your cock instead."

Suzanne laughed as I dropped my paddle and leapt over the net. I took hold of her to stop her from dropping to her knees so I could pull her in for a kiss. She reached down and dug her fingers into my ass. Our kiss grew more passionate as our hands roamed over each other's bodies.

I broke our lips apart so I could lean my head down and take Suzanne's rose-colored nipple into my mouth, savoring the salty tang of her sweat.

Suzanne moaned as I circled her nipple with my tongue. Her hand found my cock and stroked it leisurely. She pushed my head away and said, "Baby, if you keep doing that, you won't be able to fulfill your forfeit. I can't suck your cock if it's buried in my pussy."

In response, I placed my hand on top of Suzanne's head and pushed her down. She maintained her slow-paced stroking as she lowered herself to her knees, her eyes locked on mine. Her tongue extended from her mouth to scoop up the precum that had collected at the tip. She grabbed me by the head and ran her tongue up my shaft, ending her short journey by kissing the end of my cock before engulfing it with her mouth.

The fact that Suzanne maintained eye contact the whole time was driving me crazy as was her slow pace, since I was so used to Michelle's frantic energy. Michelle maintained eye contact so she could be constantly analyzing me and adjusting her movements. I suspected Suzanne wanted to see my pleasure and also wanted me to see how much she enjoyed pleasuring me.

Michelle, meanwhile, was going wild on Geoff's cock. Deepthroating him one minute, then stroking with both hands while teasing his glans with her tongue the next. Coming into this, I was anxious about how I'd feel seeing her with another man. I should have realized that I loved watching my gorgeous wife engaged in any athletic display and that this wouldn't be any different.

I sympathized with Geoff, seeing him red in the face as he tried to hold back the inevitable. I knew Michelle was going to overcome him soon. As much as I wanted to watch that, I had something else in mind.

I pulled back from Suzanne, who stopped her ministrations. She must have thought I had cold feet after staring so intently at Michelle slobbering on Geoff's cock. She was wrong.

"Let's go to a lounger," I said, reaching down to run my finger through Suzanne's folds. My finger continued its path up her body and came to rest against her lips, where she sucked it greedily. "I need to taste that pussy."

Suzanne stood up, teasing, "It's too bad that wasn't part of the forfeit." She giggled when I picked her up by her ass. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I carried her to a lounger. I badly wanted to throw her down on her back and have my way with her, but instead I set her down on a lounger. I laid down on the adjacent lounger and said, "Get your ass over here."

Suzanne obliged, swinging her leg over my head. As she did, I was treated to the warm, musky scent of her sex. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, but she held her hips high so she was just out of reach of my tongue. She, meanwhile, was back to working on my cock, albeit at a more energetic pace than before.

"You know," I said, "it's impolite for a host to eat before her guest." Suzanne responded by wiggling her hips at me tauntingly. "I guess it's up to me to fix your oversight."

The transmission of Suzanne's squeal through my shaft was amazing, turning to exquisite when the squeal became a moan as my tongue found her clit. I would normally have taken my time and teased her, but I sensed the clock was running out.

My suspicions were soon confirmed when I heard Geoff bellow as he lost control. Within moments, Suzanne's hips drove my head down as she climaxed. As her shuddering subsided, she tried to pull her hips away from me, but I wasn't about to let go and kept my face buried between her folds.

I couldn't see Michelle and Geoff from this position, or much of anything really, but I heard his grunts stop followed swiftly by pounding footfalls heading towards me. I knew what that meant and that it boded well for me. But I needed to hang back and let it happen. The only thing I could do was make sure Suzanne was as turned on as possible.

"Ahem," I heard Michelle utter. "I believe I just won the suck off race and have earned another forfeit."

Suzanne took my cock out of her mouth, but continued stroking my shaft. "I didn't know we were racing," she responded, "but I think you might have won regardless." I felt a familiar hand join Suzanne's, teasing my glans.

I heard what I thought were kissing noises, regretting my 69 choice and the obstructed view it provided. When I later learned that Suzanne was in fact licking Geoff's cum off Michelle's face, I damn near threw a fit.

"What's the..." Suzanne began, only to be interrupted by a cry when I gently bit her clit. "God! He is so good at eating pussy."

"I know, right," Michelle agreed. "And he loooves to do it."

Suzanne giggled when I nodded my head emphatically and extended a thumbs up. "I was going to ask," Suzanne continued, "what's the forfeit?"

"That you and I fuck him together," Michelle said. She must have felt my cock jump when she said that because she then commented, "Whoa, I think he likes the idea."

Suzanne and Michelle both laughed as I gave another emphatic nod and twin thumbs up. "Well then hop aboard," Suzanne said, "Let's take him for a ride."

Michelle didn't waste any time climbing atop my cock. I knew she must be ready to explode and hoped she wasn't going to hold back like she did earlier. I wanted Suzanne to be amazed by the speed and intensity of Michelle's orgasms. More than that, I wanted her performance to be done on my cock's instead of Geoff's, though I had to admit he had earned the opportunity.

Michelle transferred her weight onto my chest through her arms. She began frantically rocking her hips, her clit rubbing against me. Her pussy clenched down on me just to the point of pain while her rocking grew more frantic. I felt my own need growing and tried to hold it back so that Michelle could cum first.

Michelle shifted her weight back, moving her hands to my thighs. For a moment, I worried about what her ceasing clitoral stimulation could mean, but I soon felt a finger rubbing intermittently against my shaft. I tried, unsuccessfully, to keep from imagining Suzanne reaching out and rubbing Michelle's clit.

I knew Michelle was about to finish when her hips hit a frantic pace, her fingers digging painfully into my thighs. So I was caught completely off guard when she lifted herself off me. I heard her scream with release as a warm liquid splashed onto my torso. It took me a moment to realize that she had squirted all over me. All over Suzanne too, in all likelihood, based on my memory of the rare times I'd made Michelle squirt.

"Fuck that was hot," Suzanne whispered. Sensing the reverent mood above me, I let my head drop back in exhaustion. Michelle leaned forward to be comforted by Suzanne.

"You're goddamn right it was," Geoff said from the sectional.

I could feel Michelle shaking as she cried against Suzanne. "Are you alright, babe?" Suzanne asked.

Michelle sniffed and shifted upright. "Yeah, I'm good," she replied. "But I feel bad for Trevor. He didn't get to cum yet. Do you think you could help him with that, babe?"

"Hmmmm, I think I could manage that," Suzanne said, reaching forward to gently fondle my balls. "The only thing is, seeing the effect his cock had on you gave me a little tingle down there and I'm dying for him to fuck me. It seems to me that if he cums in my pussy instead of my mouth, we fail the forfeit. Wouldn't you say so, hon?"

"I reckon you're right, darlin'," Geoff confirmed.

"I hate to ask," Suzanne said, teasingly, "but do y'all think you could give us a different forfeit? Unless..." She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around me then released me, doing the same again after every word. "... you'd... rather... finish... in... my... mouth."

Suzanne straightened and looked over her shoulder at me. It was a staggeringly sexy sight. "Which would you like, baby?" She asked. "You gonna fill my mouth or my pussy with your cum?"

I rolled my hips a bit to signal Michelle who climbed off my legs. "I don't see why I can't do both," I boasted. I quickly slid between Suzanne's legs and grabbed her tits with both hands. Then I sat up, lifting her off the lounger and pivoting so I could put my feet on the ground.

"Thank God for core strength," I thought as I stood up and carried her to the adjacent lounger. I dropped her onto the lounger then flipped her over roughly, causing her to squeal. She opened her legs invitingly and started stroking her labia in slow circles centered on her clit.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Geoff, fully hard again, moving beside Michelle and wordlessly maneuvering her onto her back. Similar to Suzanne, she opened her leg and reached down to her pussy. The schlick schlick sound of them pleasuring themselves in unison was intoxicating and I would have let it continue if my balls hadn't hit me with a twinge of impatient annoyance.

I dropped swiftly to my knees as Geoff did the same. We each guided ourselves into the other's wife, all four of us letting out simultaneous sighs. Michelle and Suzanne reached toward each other, their hands meeting briefly halfway between us.

And then we were off.

I could only vaguely hear and see Geoff fucking Michelle, as if they were there but also not. My senses were only attuned to Suzanne. The warm embrace of her pussy, so slick with arousal. Her soft moans, not as commanding as Michelle's but encouraging. The movement of her tits every time I forcefully thrust into her. The intense eye contact, conveying that she only wanted for her body to please me, but that she was still enjoying herself.

"God, your cock feels so good, baby," Suzanne said, grabbing onto my ass with both hands. "I fucking need you to cum for me. Don't hold anything back, just fuck me until I get what I want."

I was panting from exertion and pleasure when my body let me know it was time. I felt a moan originate from my groin and travel up my spine, setting every nerve ending afire and coiling every muscle to prepare for launch, before it rocketed out of my mouth.

"Yes!" Suzanne cried, victorious as my first blast filled her pussy. As much as I wanted to stay inside her, I had a boast to fulfill. I pulled out and held myself ready for the next spurt. I was prepared to move up her body if need be, but somehow I knew I wouldn't have to.

My back convulsed as another salvo shot out of my cock arching over Suzanne's stomach and heaving breasts before landing perfectly on her face, with some going into her open mouth. I shot 2 more blasts onto her tits and stomach, then drove myself back into her pussy to feed it whatever I had left.

I looked over to the side and saw Michelle drenched in Geoff's cum. I was satisfied to see that none of his seed had hit her face. Sometimes, it's the little victories that matter most.

I looked back at Suzanne to find her rubbing my cum over her tits. She smiled when my eyes returned to her. "I'm impressed," Suzanne said, "but that was not exactly what I had in mind. Maybe next time you'll cum in my mouth for real. Though I suppose your way has its advantages." She dipped her fingers into a pool of cum between her tits, then sucked her fingers clean.

I was thrilled when I heard there would be a next time. It was like Michelle and I had come to a try out and impressed the coaching staff enough to make the team. Later, Michelle and I would debate, at length, who contributed more to us being asked back to play.

Suzanne broke eye contact and looked at Michelle. "Come over here, babe," she purred.

Geoff and I cleared out to let our ladies cook. Michelle straddled Suzanne's legs then slid her cum covered body upward. As their faces became level, Michelle licked my cum off Suzanne's chin. Then they were making out, Michelle's body gliding over Suzanne as they did.

Suzanne finally broke off their kiss and said, "Clean me off, baby." Michelle worked her way down Suzanne's body, licking, sucking, and kissing the intermingled sweat and semen that covered it. Suzanne's head rolled back, her eyes closed, as Michelle finally reached her sex.

I was thrilled to see Michelle attack a pussy with the same ferocity and determination as she does a cock. Suzanne was quick to show her appreciation as well, moaning loudly and grabbing the back of Michelle's head. Suzanne came loudly, almost defensively in an effort to end Michelle's onslaught.

Michelle's head popped up from between Suzanne's legs. "All clean down here," she proclaimed. She gave Suzanne a hopeful look that matched her tone. "My turn?"

Suzanne lifted her head and beckoned Michelle with her finger. "Your turn," she agreed before swapping places.

The arousal I felt watching Michelle going down on Suzanne was nothing compared to watching Michelle get eaten out. "I'm always so focused on what I'm doing when I'm down there," I thought. I never got to see Michelle urgently rubbing her breast and pinching her nipples. I never got to see her body tense just before she came or the way her toes would curl so hard I was amazed they didn't break.

I looked over at Geoff and we grinned at each other.

We all knew that Suzanne had thoroughly cleaned Michelle's pussy and was only making a meal of it because she enjoyed repeatedly making Michelle cum. She only stopped when Geoff politely coughed for the third time.

Suzanne looked over her shoulder at Geoff, her eyebrow arched. "What?" She asked. "You have someplace else you gotta be?" Her eyes flicked down to his hard-on. "Or maybe something you wanna do with that?"

"Maybe a little of both," Geoff admitted with a crooked smile.

***

A short time later, we were in the hot tub together, back with our respective partners. The jets were on, but I could tell that Geoff and Suzanne's hands were busy under the surface of the water. Ours certainly were. Not seriously though, just messing around. Because: nude in a hot tub.

"So I know you're gonna be away from the club for a while, but when are we going to have a rematch?" I asked.

"Funny you should ask," Geoff replied. "You see Suzanne and I host this tournament every year. It's happening next weekend and we could use an extra couple."

"Is it going to play out like tonight did?" I asked, sighing as Michelle's hand stepped things up from "messing around" to "get ready to fuck me".

Suzanne smiled, while at the same time doing something that made Geoff lean his head back. "There's only one way to find out."

"We're in," Michelle said excitedly. She turned to me and bit her lower lip. "Speaking of which." She climbed onto my lap and guided my cock inside of her with a sigh.

"That's a good idea, babe," Suzanne said, as she straddled Geoff's lap, facing us. "We all need to practice for the tournament."

And that's exactly what we did.