Wife's Tennis Showing 
by nonono69@hotmail.com
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Edited by: LEBEC


	I have been married to my wife Tara for about five years. We married right out
of high school. She was Little Miss Innocent when I met her in our junior year
of high school. We were both on the tennis team and she was quite good. We
didn't have sex until our senior year and, once we did, I found out that Tara
was a virgin. She had really never had a boyfriend before me, so she wasn't
experienced in the ways of dating and such. I really fell for Tara because she
was blonde, athletic and very cute in her own way. At first, she was very shy
and withdrawn but, with my help, I got her to come out of her shell. When I
first met her, I couldn't even get her into a short dress. I continually worked
on her by buying her skirts and outfits. Each time the skirt would get a little
shorter. I made it a crusade to turn Tara into a hot little fox. By the end of
our senior year, Tara was wearing skirts about four or five inches above her
knees. I decided it was time for Phase Two.

	One night, before leaving the house to go to the movies, I stopped her at the
door, and told her to turn around and close her eyes. As she did, I dropped down
to my knees and started kissing her ass cheeks. She didn't know what I was doing
but she played along. I reached up and grabbed her little black undies by the
waist band, and slowly pulled them down. She must have thought I had changed my
mind about going to the movies. I slid her undies down to her ankles and lifted
each leg out of them, all the while kissing her cheeks to keep her off guard.
When I had her undies totally off, I slipped them in my pocket and kissed her
for about another minute. 

	Then I got up and said, "Let's go to the movies." She asked me for her undies
back but I told her tonight she would have to go without them. Well, Tara had
come a long way but she wasn't ready for that yet. She wanted them back. I told
her No way. If she wanted to go to the movies with me, she would go the way she
was. She had a dress that covered everything and nobody would know but me. She
didn't like it at all but she finally gave in as always. I knew that Tara would
say No, but I also knew that if I pushed her she would give in.

	We had a great time at the movies. My hand found her pussy under her skirt a
couple times and her cunt was as moist as it has ever been. She must have been
really turned on by the thought of having no undies on.

	After the movie, I took her out for a nice little dinner at her favorite
restaurant. I then took her parking and she was the most turned on little girl I
had ever dated. In fact, she just about raped me in the car. I knew I had found
something and I was going to make as much use of it as I could. My little Tara
enjoyed the thought that somebody might see her in such a condition. From now on
when we went out, undies would not be allowed. I never said as much to Tara, but
every time I picked her up, I would slide her undies down her leg and slip them
into my pants. It always amazed me that whenever I would slip my hand under her
skirt and feel her cunt, it would be very wet and slippery.

	 We got married during our first year of college. and both Tara and I played
tennis on the college team. By that time, Tara had finally come out of her
shell, so to speak. I had her in dresses and skirts that were about three inches
below her ass cheeks. And she knew if we went out, she could never wear any
underwear. Soon, I didn't even have to pull them off, she would just dress
without putting any on. 

	A couple of times when we went out to parties, she would get a little plastered
and she then wouldn't be as careful about how she positioned herself all the
time. I know that a few times guys sitting across from our table got a great
show of her cute little blonde pussy, as she sat in her short skirt with her
legs spread pretty wide apart. I would never mention it to her because I liked
the thought of someone getting a few quick peeks. From then on, most of the guys
in  college knew to sit in a location where they could see the action. In fact,
we had a table buy us four or five drinks one night hoping to get Tara a little
drunk. It worked, of course, and I loved every minute of it.

	We both graduated college and now work for different companies, but one thing
we both enjoy doing is playing tennis together. I would come watch her play her
singles partner and she would come watch when I played some of the guys. 

	I started videotaping her matches so she could watch them later. She always had
these cute little tennis skirts on and I always thought they were so sexy. Then
one day while taping her, I noticed that even though the skirt was short, you
really never could see the little white pants that she wore under them. I filmed
a lot of her playing and then went home and watched the tape. Nothing ever
showed except if she hit an overhand shot close to the net. She would lift up
some and that was the only time when her ass cheeks would come into view. In the
entire match, this happened about twice. I started devising a plan right away.
It was going to be a "rush" for me and an experience for Tara.

	I edited the last three matches that Tara played. I didn't have to edit out
very much at all, just the few times she hit an overhand shot at the net. I made
sure to edit about three of four matches back. Then, I was ready. 

	I waited for the right opportunity and it came one night when we were watching
a tennis match on TV. I knew that the player from Europe would win over the
American player. Tara was sure the American player would win. I said, "Let's
make a bet. If you win, you get one day of anything you want. if I win, I get
one day of anything I want. And whoever loses, cannot say No to the winner." 

	She was so sure the American would win, she jumped right in on the bet. She was
going to get a couple of new outfits, go to dinner, and maybe have her nails
done, if she won. I had other plans, and was pretty confident I was going to
win. The match was close but the American lost. 

	Tara laughed it away and asked what I wanted. I had it all planned. I said,
"The first thing I want is next Saturday to be my day. And the first part of the
deal is that any time you're in a skirt, you can't wear any undies." Tara
laughed, she knew she never wore undies anyway when she was in a skirt, so that
was any easy request.

	Saturday morning came around and the first thing I did when I woke up was
remind Tara that today was my day, and she couldn't say No to anything I wanted. 

	She agreed. Then, she reminded me she was meeting one of the girls at 3PM to
play tennis but, other than that, the day was mine. I agreed and we got on with
the days activities. I called a few of my friends and told them Tara would be
playing a match today and I needed to go watch. If they weren't doing anything,
they should bring some beer and we could watch together. About three of them
said they would and I told them I would meet them there at about 2:30. 

	At 1:00PM, I told Tara to get dressed for her tennis match. She said it wasn't
till 3:00PM but I told her I wanted to see her outfit on her now. She went and
got dressed and came out wearing a white top with a blue skirt, one of her
normal tennis outfits. The skirts are not real long because they don't want them
to interfere with their game. Next I popped in a tape of the last match Tara
played and told her to watch it. She asked why and then I explained the whole
story to her. She was going to play today without any tennis under shorts on.

	She thought I was crazy. "These skirts are way too small to try to play without
any shorts," she said. I told her if we could see her shorts in any of the
videos we shot of her, then she wouldn't have to do it but, if we couldn't, then
she would have to keep her promise. She finally agreed because she knew with her
running around and swinging the racket, her skirt was bound to rise up and show
her shorts underneath. 

	Well, we watched the first match on video and not once did her shorts show. She
didn't think that was good enough and wanted to see another match. I took out
the next tape and we watched some more. Each match had about an hours worth of
playing on the tape. Again, she could see nothing. She still didn't want to do
it. 

	I told her I would play one more tape, and then we had to go. I would fast
forward all the tapes to the parts that showed her. Again, none of them showed
her shorts. I knew I was going to win this argument because she normally put up
a good fight but always gave in at the end. Well, after watching the videos, she
didn't have a good reason to turn down my request. Plus, she had made the
promise and I had proved that no one could see anything. She just didn't know I
had cut a few strokes out of each tape.

	She finally relented and I moved over to her and pulled down her tennis shorts
and the undies she had on under them. When I stood up, I couldn't believe what
was about to happen. Five years ago you couldn't get my wife into a short dress.
Now I had her going out to play tennis in a short tennis skirt and had talked
her into wearing nothing underneath! 

	We got all our stuff together and went out to the car. We both got in and I
noticed when Tara sat down, the skirt just barely covered her pussy. She still
didn't think it was such a good idea, but I was not turning back. I didn't even
bring her shorts because I didn't want her to change her mind before the match
started. I placed my hand on her legs and slowly moved it up to her cunt. It was
on fire. She was very wet and her juices were starting to run down her legs. I
could tell, she was scared, but she was also excited, by the reaction I got from
her cunt.

	We pulled into the tennis club parking lot about 2:30. The girl she was about
to play was there and a couple of other people were playing on one of the other
courts, but no one else was around at the time. This made Tara feel a little
better. She got out of the car and got her stuff, gave me that look like she
didn't want to do it, then walked over and talked to Sue, the girlfriend she was
playing today. 

	Sue and Tara were evenly matched. They had played together in college. Now they
just played for fun. You could tell Tara was walking very carefully. They
started to warm up and at first Tara wouldn't swing very hard. Then Sue made a
comment that if Tara was going to play like that, she might as well go home.
Tara looked around and nobody else was there but me, so she started swinging as
she normally would. 

	I watched her closely, seeing if I could tell that she had nothing on
underneath. So far, so good. I couldn't tell anything was abnormal. Sue finally
said she was ready to start and they started their first game. A couple of
points into the game, the guys I invited arrived and they came up and sat with
me in the stands. At first, Tara didn't know they were there. She played her
usual game but Sue beat her by a couple of points. 

	They traded sides for the next game. That's when Tara looked up and saw me
chatting with a few guys. She didn't know why they were there but this made her
nervous, just the same.

	They started the next game and me and the guys continued to chat while they
were playing. It was tied in the second game. Then Sue got the advantage point.
What happened next stopped everyone from talking. 

	Tara hit a great shot that sent Sue running to the corner to try to get it. She
got it but hit a high ball that was just going to make it over the net. Tara ran
for the net and as she reached back to hit the overhead shot, her skirt was
pulled up from the action and it was easy to see the hot little cunt of my wife. 

	At first, everybody had to do a double take. Then everyone got quiet, once they
realized that Tara didn't have any shorts on under her outfit. Sue also saw that
Tara was naked under her short tennis skirt and couldn't believe it. She looked
up in the stands and saw all of us watching. Sue was in a state of disbelief. 

	Tara did not know her skirt had gone up that far. She was happy to get back to
even with Sue. It was Sue's serve and everyone was now watching the match
without saying a word. Tara did not pick up on the extra attention. Sue served
Tara and they volleyed for about a half a minute. Then Tara hit a winner. 

	Sue was now down a point. Sue thought about it, then decided if Tara wanted to
put a show on for the boys, she knew how to help. On the next point, Sue made a
point to hit a high ball that Tara could slam if she wanted. This time, when
Tara went to hit the overhead hit, her skirt pulled up again and everyone stared
as Tara hit the winner down the corner. 

	Now it was tied at one game apiece and both Sue and Tara took a few minutes to
get some water. I went down and talked to Tara. She asked if her skirt was
staying down. I told her it was just like the video, we can't tell anything from
the stands. Then she asked why the guys were there. I told her they saw our car
from the street and just stopped by to say Hi to me. Sue then called and said
let's get on with the match. Tara pulled her skirt down as much as she could and
went back to the court. I wished her good luck and told her not to let Sue beat
her again.

	Tara was fired up and was not going to let Sue beat her this time. She went
back out on the court and let Sue know that she was going to win this match. Sue
just laughed and thought to herself that she might let Tara win, but it would
cost Tara a lot to get the victory. 

	Tara was serving first and all eyes were on her. The guys sitting with me on
the bench had not really spoken out loud since they saw Tara's skirt lift up.
They would poke each other with their elbows, and they would stare real hard,
but other than that, no noise came from the bleachers. I watched as Tara and Sue
fought back and forth. Sue would win a point, then she would set Tara up with a
high ball close to the net. She knew what she was doing. Every time Tara went
after the kill shot, her skirt would pull up to just above the top of her pussy.
We were sitting at midcourt, so we had a fine view of everything that was
happening.

	I noticed that the guys playing on the court next to ours had stopped playing
and were sitting down between matches. One of them just happened to look over
when my wife hit one of her kill shots. I saw his mouth drop and he elbowed his
buddy to look. By the time his buddy looked over, Tara's skirt had dropped back
to normal. The two talked for about a minute. Then they packed up their stuff
and came over to sit in the bleachers on our court.

	Tara was busy fighting Sue because she wanted to win the match. Sue was
watching everything that was going on. She saw the other two guys come over and
sit down. She knew why they were there. She was going to help give them a show
they would never forget. She waited about three or four points then acted like
she barely got to a ball and hit another high shot for my wife to attack. 

	Tara reached back to hit the ball and this time she had to wait a couple of
seconds for it to come down. The whole time Tara's body was in the kill position
her skirt was up around her waist. It was just as if she was nude on the court.
Her eyes were on the ball coming down, everybody else was looking closely at her
neatly trimmed cunt that was easily visible. Luckily, Tara was busy
concentrating on the ball and could not tell the show she was putting on. Every
time she slammed one, she would get the point, and the guys in the stands would
clap a little. Tara looked up, saw us in the stands, and just sort of waved. She
thought they were clapping because of the great shot she had just hit. She was
never so wrong.

	The people on the other courts heard the clapping happen about every three or
four minutes. Finally, they had to stop and see what was going on. They would
watch for a couple of minutes and they would see nothing special happening. Then
Sue would see them watching and she would again hit a high netball. The
expressions on their faces were priceless. 

	Another couple quit playing and they too came and sat over on our bleachers. I
was surprised, since these were a couple of girls, about twenty or twenty-one
years old. They sat down away from the rest of us. I could see them quietly
chatting between each other. It wasn't that long before Sue was setting my wife
up again. Then again the stands would clap as Tara hit a winner down the line. I
checked out the two new girls that were watching and they too got into the swing
of things, clapping whenever Tara hit a shot like that.

	Tara won the second set and went to get some water. She asked how everything
looked from where I was. She was afraid maybe her skirt inched up a little high
once or twice. I told her I had been watching closely but I couldn't see
anything. She asked if I was sure. I told her I would go get the video camera
out of the car. I would tape her playing and she could watch it when she got
home. That way she could feel better that nobody saw anything they weren't
supposed to. Tara liked that idea a lot. I went and got the camera and went back
into the stands. 

	When the other people saw me with my camera, it must have given them thoughts
of their own. Next thing I knew, the two girls had a little digital camera that
they must have gotten out of their car. The next match started and this was the
last one. The winner of it would take the mini series. I was filming everything
and it didn't take long for Sue to set a high lob up. I filmed everything and
heard the girls giggle as they snapped shot after shot of my wife in her pose
waiting for the ball to come down. You only got about a two second window where
my wife's skirt was above her pussy, but two seconds can be a long time. I heard
three or four clicks of their camera in that time.

	I noticed Sue was giving Tara a lot of high balls now. Tara was killing every
one of them, while the guys on the stands were going crazy. Out of the last ten
points, five or six were high lobs from Sue. I heard the girls chatting down
below us and one said the camera was full. It won't take anymore pictures. I
heard the other girl ask how many she was able to take. The girl with the camera
responded with 'Oh, about fifty, but they are all Hi-Res'... I thought to
myself, fifty photos! God, what would they do with all those? 

	Well, the match finally ended and after the last point, everybody got off the
bleachers at the same time. I saw all the guys high-fiving each other. The girls
ran to get in their car, giggling the whole way. 

	Tara won the match and walked over to Sue to shake her hand. "I finally beat
you," Tara said. 

	Sue just looked at her and smiled. "Yeah, you really got the best of me today.
Good match."

	I saw Sue pack up and get in her car and Tara came back very happy and proud.
She had never beaten Sue before and she felt like she played a very powerful
game today. Then she asked again if her skirt had stayed down and everything was
OK. I told her everything went perfect. I also told her to trust me from now on.
I'd check everything out before I'd have her do something,  and later on that
night we would watch the last match together. I took Tara home and she showered
and changed into her regular house clothes. 

	While she was busy, I was in my computer room watching the tape. Man, was it a
sight to see. Every time she would go for the slam, you could see everything. I
could hear the clapping all around me with each slam. I started making a copy of
the tape on the second VCR that I have except, every time I knew she was going
to slam a point, I would hit the pause button and edit that part out. Finally, I
had the second tape finished. I reviewed it once to make sure it was fine. Yep,
didn't show a thing. Then I hid the original and called Tara in. 

	"Want to see your match today?" I said.

	Tara's eyes lit up. "Yes, Please...." 

	I started the tape and we watched it together. At the end, I turned to her and
told her "See, you couldn't see a thing under your skirt." Sara asked if she
could keep the tape. She wanted it to remind her of her victory over Sue. 

	"Sure, it's all yours," I said.

	I watched the original tape most of the night. I particularly liked the parts
where everybody would clap and, a couple of times, I managed to film every one
that was in the stands. That way, I would know who had watched the event. I was
very horny that night and the last part of my Masters Day was to go in and
ravish my little tennis star. What a day and night! And I will have the tape to
remember the event forever. Then I thought about the girls with the digital
camera? I wondered what their pictures looked like? Unbeknownst to me, I would
find out sooner than I would have liked?

	About three weeks later, I was still watching her videos about every other
night. None of my friends ever mentioned to me the day at the tennis court, so I
just assumed I had gotten away with everything. Then one weekend I took my wife
back down to play tennis. We went to the same courts as always. I watched as she
played another of the women that she often hung around with. My wife was dressed
normally and had on all her shorts and everything. It was just a normal day at
the courts. 

	I looked around and noticed that the two young girls who were there last time
my wife played sat down on the bleachers again and started watching. They both
had cameras in their hands. I saw them snap some pictures of my wife and they
waited around until they saw she had on shorts under her tennis skirt. They got
up and left. I lost track of them but between games I told my wife I was going
to run to the car to get some drinks. When I got to the car, there was an
envelope under my windshield wiper blade. I grabbed it and opened it up. It was
from the girls that were here. It said to please go to this website:
www.TennisSlut.com. That was all that was on the note.

	I folded the note up and put it in my pocket. I went back out and watched until
my wife was done with her match. I took her home, then went into my computer
room and closed the door. I went to the URL they listed and it had a nice
opening page. It said to enter you had to pay a one time fee of $25.00. I didn't
really want to pay the fee but I was afraid of what might be in there. I applied
for membership, gave them my Visa card number, and was granted access.

	When the first page came up, I went into shock. There were the pictures of my
wife playing tennis against Sue a few weeks ago. They must have had a really
nice camera as these pictures were very professional looking. There was about
fifty thumbnails and each time you clicked on a thumbnail the picture would blow
up to a full screen shot. It was very easy to tell it was my wife. And every one
had her skirt above her pussy where you could see everything. Down towards the
bottom of the page it had a large remark that said to stay tuned for the next
pictures due very soon from the TENNIS SLUT.

	Also, at the bottom of the page, was an email link if you had any comments
about the page. I quickly pressed the link and sent an email to the webmaster.
"Please have somebody email me ASAP.  I need to talk to them about the pictures
on this page." I pressed the Send button and started going back into panic mode.
What would happen if her friends, bosses or even my wife found out about these
pages? 

	It didn't take more than about five minutes for a reply to come back to my
email. It was from the girls that took the pictures. They wanted more pictures
for their collection or they might start losing money. If that happened, they
would have to start posting pictures to the free newsgroups to get people
interested in coming back to their site. As it was now, only people who paid
could see my wife's pictures, but if they didn't get some more to add to their
website, they would have to post them to many free areas of the internet.

	I read the message a couple times and wrote them back that I didn't think I
could get her to do it again. They wrote back that they had another plan. They
said they would put a package in my car next Saturday at the tennis courts. I
was to leave my backseat doors unlocked and stay away from the vehicle for at
least an hour. If I tried to stop them or chat with them, they would post
everything all over the place. I wrote back that I would be there. 

	When Saturday came, I told my wife I had to run to the lumber store real quick
and would be back in about an hour. I drove to the tennis courts and went and
watched people play for just about an hour. When I went back to my car, there
was a package in it. I opened the envelope that came with it and they explained
what they wanted me to do. I couldn't understand how what they wanted me to do
would help their website but I thought I could get Tara to do it.

	I opened the package and looked inside. There was a little vibrator, not real
long, about three inches. It had a little wire that came out of the end. There
was also a remote control button. In the end of the vibrator was a little hole.
I didn't know what the little hole was for but I pressed the button on the
remote and the vibrator came to life. It was very silent but in my hands, it
buzzed quite a lot. I pressed the button again and the vibrator stopped buzzing.
There was also a little black pair of undies that were made to help keep the
vibrator in a woman's pussy. This toy was made so a husband could take his wife
to the mall or out dancing, and whenever he wanted, he could turn the vibrator
on by remote control. I had toys at home I used on Tara, so this was not such a
big shock. The note had the instructions all typed out. "Get her to wear this a
few times out. Get her used to it. Then next Saturday, have her back here
playing a game with the vibrator in her." Also, I w
as to meet them early Saturday morning, about an hour and a half before Tara was
to play. They would have another note for me to read then.

	I drove around, wondering what to do. That night, I told Tara we were going out
shopping and that she could buy a new outfit. She was very excited because it
had been a while since I'd let her buy any new clothes. While she was dressing,
I had her stop and lay back on the bed. I pulled the vibrator out and started
playing with her pussy. She asked me if we were still going to go to the mall. I
told her Yes and that this was just a new toy I bought for her. After I got her
wet I pushed it up into her pussy. It was Off, at that moment. Then I moved up
to the bed beside her and started kissing her. I quickly depressed the On button
and the vibrator started buzzing in her pussy. It was so quiet you couldn't hear
it from where I was but I knew it was on by the way Tara jumped. 

	She yelled that it turned on by itself! Then I showed her the remote. I turned
it on and off a few times and she got a big kick out of it. I showed her the
undies that came with it and told her she had to wear it for me at the mall
today and, if she did, she could get an extra outfit. She jumped all over that.
I helped her get dressed and we were off to the mall. Every five minutes or so I
would buzz her. Then I would see her jump just a little and a smile would come
to her face. This wouldn't be so bad after all, I thought.

	Saturday came and I had already told Tara we were going to play some tennis
this afternoon around 1PM. I went to the courts around 11:30AM and there was a
note on the bleachers. Look under the bleachers and get the package. There was a
very small package under the bleachers. I opened it and there was another small
vibrator exactly like the one Tara had been using. The note said to replace the
vibrator with the one in this box. The girls would be there to watch the match
and they would control the remote control. They suggested I bring the other
remote so Tara would think it was me doing all the controlling but, in reality,
it would be the girls. Also, it said, "Do not try to talk or approach the girls.
They are just there to watch and take a few innocent snap shots." 

	I examined the new vibrator and it was an exact copy of the other one, about
three inches long with a wire on one end and a small hole in the tip. I put it
in my pocket and headed home. 

	When I got back, Tara was just coming downstairs. She was already dressed. I
dressed real quick and before we walked out the door I told Tara I had something
to tell her. I asked her if she would like to go shopping this evening after we
were done playing. She liked that a lot. Then I pulled out the undies and
vibrator and told her I wanted her to wear this while we played. I thought she
might put up a fight but she said it might be a lot of fun. She quickly pulled
off her shorts and undies, put the vibrator up her pussy, and then attached it
to the special undies. Then she put her tennis shorts back on over that.

	We went to the courts and I saw nobody around. I let Tara see me putting the
remote into my free hand and we started hitting balls back and forth. About ten
minutes after we started playing, I saw the girls arrive and sit at the bench.
Then I saw one of them taking pictures while the other one was watching. Next, I
saw Tara jerk a little and then smile. She yelled across the net, "I will get
you for this!" 

	I knew then that they were controlling the remote in her pussy. The one girl
seemed like she was taking a lot of pictures. The girls giggled to each other a
lot. I could make out a few remarks every now and then. I heard stuff like,
serves the slut right, boy will they be surprised, how much is left, etc. I
didn't know what they were laughing about but I tried to listen anyway. After
about ten minutes of this, the girls said something about "empty" and got up to
leave. They were only there ten minutes and I was surprised to see them leave. I
was still hitting balls with my wife, as I watched the girls drive off. About
five minutes later my wife said, "Let's take a break." 

	When she came over to my side she asked me not to hit the button any more. I
asked her why. She said I turned it on and off so many times in that short spell
that her undies were flooded. She hadn't been this wet in years. We called it
quits after about an hour and I took her home and then we went to the mall.

	I got an email from the girls saying how much they enjoyed the Saturday and
that they wanted just a couple more Saturdays from us. Then, after that, they
would not bother us anymore. I hoped that what they said was true and I set up
another hitting session with my wife the next weekend. Again, I got another
email telling me to be there about an hour and a half early. Again, there was
another vibrator there that I was to use. It cost me an outfit or two every time
I had my wife wear the special undies and vibrator but at least she didn't mind
it so much. 

	The second week was just like the first. The girls took some pictures, used the
vibrator a lot for about ten minutes, then left. Again my wife told me that the
vibrator made her soaking wet. 

	It was now coming up on the third weekend. I got an email saying if everything
was OK tomorrow at the court, they would leave us alone. Again, I had to go and
pick up a new vibrator and use it for today's session. I was glad today would be
the last day I had to worry about the girls or what they would ask us to do. I
went early to pick up the vibrator under the bleachers at the courts. I opened
the package and found this vibrator to be a little different. It was a little
wider and a little longer. It still looked the same but was just bigger in size.
I knew I would have to make up a story up for my wife since she would,
obviously, be able to tell the difference.

	I went home and, while we were getting dressed, I told my wife that the place I
bought the vibrator from asked me to bring back the old vibrator because they
were breaking too often. They gave us a free replacement. I showed it to her and
she said it was a bit bigger. "Yeah, the motors would wear out on the smaller
ones, so they went to this size," I said. She fell for it. The next thing I
knew, she was putting it up inside her cunt and then putting on the rest of her
outfit. We went to the courts and hit as usual. 

	The girls showed up again and the routine remained the same. I would always try
to pick up on little things the girls said. I couldn't hear much but I would
pick up words or phrases every now and then. I heard the one girl say this is
the most they had ever got into one. Then I heard the other say, "Yeah, the
story is coming out tonight on the web page." 

	What story? What were they talking about now? Right on cue they pushed the
remote control to the vibrator in my wife's pussy. She always asked why I would
only push it on for a few seconds, then turn it off. She said I would do this
for a full five minutes straight. It drove her crazy sometimes. Well, today was
no different but the girls stayed an extra five minutes or so. 

	Right as the girls were getting up to leave my wife came over and said Please
no more. My pants feel like I peed in them. She lifted up the front of her skirt
as the girls had already gotten in their car and left. Her whole front of her
pants were wet. I didn't know she could get that excited. I told her let's just
go home and then go shopping. I heard no objections out of Tara.

	Tara jumped right into the shower and got ready to go to the mall. The front of
her special underwear and the front of her red tennis shorts were all soaking
wet. Tara couldn't believe how much juice flowed out of her little pussy when
the vibrator was going off. She just attributed it to her being out in the
public and being all nervous and such. 

	After we got home from the mall, Tara was busy looking over the new clothes I
let her buy that night. I figured every time I had Tara do something special for
me, her reward would be some new clothes at the mall. Plus I wanted her to look
forward to doing some of the things I want to do. If not for the thrill of doing
them, then at least for the reward she would get after we were done.

	Then, I sat down at the computer and logged on. I remembered the remarks the
girl made about the story being on the web page tonight. I went to the Tennis
Slut web page and logged on. A big popup came up on my screen and read, "Click
here to hear the wildest story you'll ever want to hear about our little TENNIS
SLUT".

	I started reading the story and they were going over everything that had
happened. They talked about her husband getting her to wear the vibrator out and
then how they switched the vibrators at the last second. Then my eyes were
frozen by the next few paragraphs. I read more and with each line my throat
started to dry up. I kept reading and reading about what they had done. I
couldn't believe it. That couldn't be true. But then it all made sense. Let me
quote a few paragraphs from their web page:

	"We talked the foolish little husband into swapping vibrators with us right
before the slut wife was to start playing. These were special vibrators that you
can only buy in certain magazines around the country. Instead of having a big
battery in them, they have a tiny little battery that doesn't last that long.
But what they do have is a large storage area where you can store any type of
liquid that you want. Every time you press the vibrate button, a large squirt of
the liquid is forced out the end of the vibrator and up into the unsuspecting
cunt. The user is supposed to think it is only a vibrator but the person with
the remote control knows what is happening each time the button is pressed. We
wanted to fix our little Tennis Slut up special for all of you paid viewers. We
took a cup around and got any guy we could to jack off into it and we gave them
$15 each. The word got around fast and soon we had guys coming in off the
streets wanting to make the $15 We had guys as you
ng as about fifteen to as old as sixty-five. If you would like to see Vibrator
One being filled, press on the link, Here."

	I pressed on the link and a small movie started playing. It showed a paper cup
about one half full of thick gooey sperm. Then it showed a person taking the
back off the vibrator, removing the small fake battery, and pouring just about
the entire cup into the back of the vibrator. They then closed the vibrator back
up, held the vibrator in a way that the camera could see it easily, then pressed
the remote control button for the vibrator. You could see his hand shake a
little from the vibrator starting to shake, but you also see a large shot of
white goo shoot across the room. It was a very powerful shot. Then the video
ended.

	I went back to reading the story line after the video played. It went something
like this:

	"After we tested the vibrator we filled it to the top and took it to the wimp
husband so he could get our Tennis Slut to wear it. The pump in the vibrator is
very powerful, so it can shoot whatever is in the vibrator as far up into the
unsuspecting cunt as possible. For our cup, we had a potent mix of sperm from
all ages, all nationalities. We wanted to make sure that at least one made it to
its target. Then there was another link, click here to see Week One."

	There were the pictures of my wife playing with me that first day. There were
about twenty of them. Then I clicked back to the website story:

	"We took a picture each time we pressed the remote control picture. As you can,
see we were able to get about twenty shots of potent babymaking sperm up into
our Tennis Slut's cunt, without her or her husband knowing about it."

	"Then we set the whole thing up for the next weekend again. We wanted to make
sure that her little slut cunt was loaded with as much sperm as possible. This
time we went down to the CETA mission. Most of the guys there were having a hard
time in their lives and they more than wanted the money we would give them for
their sperm. In less then an hour, we had enough for the next week's treatment."

	"Again we called the willing husband and he switched the vibrator out for a
newly loaded one. We took a little more time with our Slut this time. We didn't
press the button quite as fast as last time, since we wanted each squirt of
white hot cum to find it's place up her tight little cunt. Again, we only had
about twenty shots of sperm we could shoot up her. BUT, we made a decision to go
out and buy the next size larger vibrator for next week." We thought that should
be the last week needed to impregnate this wanton slut and we wanted to let as
many people contribute as possible."

	"We went to the poor side of town and this time we only wanted one type of
donor, BLACK. Again, we had no trouble finding people to fill our cup up. This
time we were able to get a FULL paper cup of babymaking, belly busting sperm. We
started pouring this into the bigger vibrator and we got a little over 2/3 of
the cup into the vibrator. When we tested this vibrator, we saw that the amount
of sperm it would shoot out each time was about the same amount as the average
guy would shoot. This meant that each time we pressed the button on the remote,
it was like a different guy was fucking our Tennis Slut. Also, to let you know
how many people she would have fucked that day, click on the following link. We
took a picture of her every time we pressed the remote button".

	I had to look at the link and see how many pictures there were. My god, close
to fifty. No wonder my wife said her cunt was flooded. Fifty guy's sperm shot up
into my unprotected wife's cunt. And it was the worst time of the month. All the
sperm was from black donors and who knows where a lot of the guys had been. My
hands shook and my face was pure white. What was I going to tell my wife? I
looked at the website and it said to stay tuned for more of the story. I was
devastated. I couldn't sleep but I couldn't say anything to my wife. The next
day I got an email, it warned me not to say a thing to my wife. I was to wait
and hear from them shortly.

	A week then two went by. I kept waiting to see if my wife had started her
period. Finally, she mentioned to me that she was about two weeks late with her
period. She wanted to go and get a pregnancy testing kit. 

	I took her to the store and, as soon as we came back home, she went and used
the kit. I saw the look on her face when she walked in the door. "It shows I'm
pregnant," she squealed. "Our first child. I'm so happy! I can't wait to go out
and buy clothes and set up the baby room."  Then she came and gave me a big hug. 

	 I was as quiet as I have ever been. Everything kept running through my mind. I
knew the child had about 0% chance of being mine. Could I ever tell my wife? I
just held her as she cried in happiness and told me how wonderful she felt...
And to think, it all started with a TV bet and a public showing... If only I
could start all over!


  
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