Hotwife Shares Me with Tennis Friends

The front door opened on a wave of heat and the sharp, clean scent of sweat dried on skin. Esther stepped in first, twenty-eight, dark brown hair pulled into a loose knot that was already coming undone, those striking dark brown eyes bright and knowing. Her white tennis skirt sat high on her thighs, the hem flipping as she moved, and the tight gray athletic top clung to her chest, damp between her breasts. Behind her came Teresa, twenty-four, sun-flushed and grinning, blonde hair in a high ponytail, her own short skirt riding up enough to show the curve of her ass. Bianca followed last, also twenty-four, olive-skinned, dark curls escaping her braid, the pink top stuck to her ribs and the white skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs. All three of them were still breathing a little hard from the court, skin shining.

I was thirty-two and already hard in my pants just from the way they looked at me. Esther had texted on the drive home. She had told them. They knew I loved eating pussy, that I was good at it, that I would get on my knees or flat on my back the second she said the word. They knew I wanted it.

“There he is,” Teresa said, dropping her racket bag and walking straight over. She smelled like exertion and the faint citrus of her body spray fighting it. “Esther says you eat cunt like it’s your job. That true, Warrick?”

Bianca laughed, low and filthy, and set her bag down too. “She said you’re exceptional. Said you don’t stop until we tap out.” Her dark eyes dragged over me. “We’ve been wet thinking about it since the second set.”

Esther closed the door and leaned against it, arms crossed under her tits, that slow smile I knew meant she was already soaked. “He’s eager. Aren’t you, baby?” Her voice was warm, possessive. “Show them. Tell them you want their pussies on your mouth.”

“I want it,” I said, throat tight. “I want to taste both of you. I’ll eat you until you can’t take any more. Please.”

They exchanged looks, flushed and amused and turned on. Teresa stepped closer, close enough that the hem of her skirt brushed my wrist. “Couch,” she said. “Now. Esther wants to watch me use that mouth first.”

I sat back on the living-room couch, the leather cool against my shoulders. Teresa didn’t waste time. She climbed onto the cushions, knees on either side of my head, and the short tennis skirt tented over my face. Under it she wore nothing. The heat of her hit me first—sweaty, musky, the salt of a long match mixed with the thicker, sweeter smell of her arousal. Her pussy was already glistening, lips parted, clit swollen. She settled her weight and ground down, smearing herself across my mouth.

“Lick,” Esther ordered from somewhere above us. I heard the creak of the armchair as she sat to watch. “Get your tongue in her. Make her feel how good you are.”

I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue up Teresa’s slit, slow and flat, gathering the taste of her. She was tangy and rich, a little bitter from sweat at the edges, then pure slick cunt as I pushed deeper. She moaned and rocked, the skirt rustling against my forehead. I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, then flicked the tip of my tongue fast and light the way I knew worked. Her thighs trembled against my ears.

“Fuck, he’s good,” Teresa gasped. “Esther, he’s—god, right there. Don’t stop, Warrick. Eat it.”

I didn’t. I licked and sucked and worked two fingers into her when she started grinding harder, curling them against the soft spot inside while my tongue stayed on her clit. The sounds were wet and obscene. Bianca had moved closer; I could hear her breathing. Esther’s voice stayed steady, directing me. “Slower on the clit. Now faster. Suck harder. She’s close. Make her come on your face.”

Teresa’s hips jerked. She grabbed the back of the couch and rode my mouth in short, desperate circles, pussy flooding my tongue. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t—” She came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping, cunt pulsing against my lips as she soaked my chin and cheeks. I kept licking through it, gentle then firm again when she whined that it was too much and then not enough. She shuddered and lifted off only when her legs gave, pussy juice shining on my mouth.

“Jesus,” she breathed, collapsing beside me, skirt still rucked up, cunt red and open. “He doesn’t quit.”

Bianca was already moving. “My turn. I need that. I’ve been dripping since she started moaning.” She swung a leg over and lowered herself, the pink top straining as she leaned forward to brace on the couch back. Her pussy was darker, fuller, the lips puffy and wet enough that a string of her slick stretched and broke against my nose before she sat fully. She tasted different—sweeter, thicker, the same sweaty salt underneath. I groaned into her and licked broad and hungry, nose buried in her, breathing her in.

“Look at him,” Esther said, and I heard the soft sound of her own hand between her legs. “Face buried in tennis-court pussy. You love it, don’t you, baby? Tell Bianca.”

“I love it,” I mumbled against Bianca’s cunt, then sucked her clit into my mouth and worked it with my tongue. She ground down hard, skirt covering my eyes, hips rolling so my tongue slid from her entrance up to her clit and back. I ate her like I was starving, lapping the fresh wetness that kept coming, fucking her with my tongue, then flattening it so she could rub her clit raw against it.

“More,” Bianca panted. “Deeper. Use your fingers. Esther said you’re exceptional—prove it.”

I slid two fingers into her soaked hole and curled them, pumping while I sucked. She got louder, voice breaking. Esther encouraged her. “Ride his face. Use him. He wants you to come all over him. Don’t hold back.”

Bianca’s first orgasm hit fast and hard. She cried out, cunt clenching around my fingers, a rush of juice coating my tongue and dripping down my chin onto the couch. I didn’t stop. I kept licking, softer for a few seconds, then harder again when she whimpered and pushed back down. “Again,” she demanded, voice wrecked. “I can take another. Eat me until I can’t.”

I doubled down, tongue relentless on her clit, fingers stroking that spot inside in steady rhythm. Her thighs shook. The room smelled like cunt and sweat and the faint rubber of tennis balls still clinging to their clothes. Esther’s breathing had gone ragged. I heard her stand, heard the soft beep of her phone.

“Jerome,” she said, voice thick with arousal, “get over here right now. We’re using him. Don’t make me wait.” She ended the call. “He’s five minutes out. Bianca, come on his tongue. I want his face covered when Jerome walks in.”

Bianca was already there. Her second orgasm crashed through her just as Esther set the phone down. She sobbed my name and ground down so hard I could barely breathe, pussy gushing, juices flooding my mouth and spilling over my lips, my cheeks, my nose. She rode it out in shaky circles until she couldn’t take another flick of my tongue and lifted off, trembling, strings of her cum stretching from her cunt to my shining face.

“Fuck,” she whispered, staring down at me. My skin was glazed, wet from my forehead to my jaw, the taste of both of them thick on my tongue.

Esther stood over me, dark brown eyes hot, one hand still between her own legs under her skirt. “Sit up. Wipe nothing. You’re going to watch now. Jerome’s cock is mine and theirs, and you’re going to see every second of it with their pussy all over your face.”

I sat up, cock aching in my pants, face dripping. The door opened less than a minute later. Jerome stepped in, twenty-two, tall and lean from whatever gym he lived in, eyes going wide at the sight of three sweaty women in ruined tennis skirts and me on the couch with my face painted in cunt. Esther didn’t give him time to speak. She crossed to him, kissed him hard, and shoved his hand under her skirt.

“Pants off,” she told him. “They’ve been using my husband’s mouth. Now we use you.”

He stripped fast, cock already thick and hard, curving up. Esther pushed him down onto the rug in the center of the room, then straddled him facing us, cowgirl, her tennis skirt flipped up so I could see everything. She sank onto his cock in one slow drop, moaning as he filled her. Teresa and Bianca knelt on either side of her, still flushed, still wet. They pushed her top up and latched onto her tits, sucking and licking her nipples while she rode.

“Watch,” Esther ordered me, voice breaking as she bounced. “Watch me take his cock. Watch them suck my tits while I fuck him. This is what you get to see.”

I watched. Her pussy stretched around him, shiny, taking every inch on each downward grind. Teresa’s mouth worked one nipple, Bianca the other, their hands roaming Esther’s ass and thighs. The wet sounds of her cunt on his cock filled the room. She came once like that, crying out, clenching, then kept riding until her legs shook and she lifted off, his cock glistening with her.

“Teresa,” she said. “Your turn. Reverse. Let him see that ass.”

Teresa turned and lowered herself onto Jerome’s cock with her back to him, facing me, skirt bunched at her waist. She sank down and started bouncing, reverse cowgirl, ass flexing, pussy swallowing him over and over. Bianca reached around and rubbed Teresa’s clit. Esther knelt beside them and kissed Teresa’s mouth, filthy and open, while telling me exactly what I was looking at.

“See how deep he goes? See her cunt gripping him? That’s the cock that’s going to fill them. Keep your eyes open.”

Teresa rode hard, moaning into Esther’s mouth, until she came with a sharp gasp, juices running down Jerome’s shaft. She climbed off on shaky legs.

Bianca got on her hands and knees on the rug, skirt flipped onto her back, ass up. “Fuck me,” she told Jerome. “Hard. I want it deep.”

He moved behind her and drove in, one long stroke that made her cry out. Then he fucked her in earnest, hips snapping, the sound of skin on skin loud. Esther and Teresa knelt in front of Bianca, kissing her, playing with her tits, telling her to take it. I sat there with their cum drying tacky on my face and watched his cock piston into her soaked pussy, watched her push back to meet every thrust.

“I’m close,” Jerome grunted.

“Inside her,” Esther said. “Creampie Bianca. Fill her up.”

He buried himself and came with a rough groan, hips jerking as he pumped thick cum into Bianca’s cunt. She moaned and clenched around him, milking it, some of it already leaking out around his shaft onto the rug. He pulled out slowly, and a heavy string of white followed, dripping from her swollen lips.

They didn’t let it go to waste. Esther slid two fingers into Bianca’s pussy and scooped the creampie out, holding it up so it glistened. She smeared it across Bianca’s ass, then brought her fingers to Teresa’s mouth. Teresa sucked them clean, eyes on me. Bianca reached back, gathered more of Jerome’s cum on her own fingers, and fed it to Esther, who licked it off with a filthy sound and then kissed Bianca deep, sharing it. They smeared it over each other’s tits, over Esther’s stomach, over Teresa’s inner thighs, playing in the mess, rubbing it into their skin until Jerome’s cock, which had softened, started to thicken again from the sight and the way they kept stroking him with cum-slick hands.

“He’s getting hard,” Teresa said, voice husky. “We rotate. I want the next load.”

They did. Esther climbed on first again, riding him slow while the other two licked the cum off her tits and fingered each other. Then Bianca took a turn facing him, grinding, his hands on her ass, until she was shaking. Then Teresa straddled him reverse once more, bouncing harder this time, Esther and Bianca rubbing her clit and sucking her nipples, all three of them moaning, telling him to fuck up into her, to fill that pussy.

Jerome’s hands gripped Teresa’s hips. “Gonna come,” he warned.

“Inside Teresa,” Esther ordered. “Give her every drop.”

He thrust up hard and came again, groaning, pumping a second thick load deep into Teresa’s cunt. She cried out and ground down, taking it, cum already leaking around him as she kept moving through the pulses. When she lifted off, his cum poured out of her in a slow white stream, running down her thighs onto his stomach. Bianca immediately leaned in and licked a stripe of it off Teresa’s skin, then kissed Esther with it on her tongue. They kept playing, fingers dipping into Teresa’s messy pussy, spreading the fresh creampie over all three of them, over Jerome’s softening cock, laughing breathless and filthy while I sat there dripping with their earlier juices and watched every obscene second.

Esther finally looked at me, face flushed, dark eyes gleaming, cum smeared on her chin and tits. She crawled over, still in the ruined tennis skirt, and grabbed my jaw.

“Open,” she said.

I opened. She spat a mix of Jerome’s cum and her own saliva onto my tongue, then kissed me hard, filthy and deep, forcing me to taste all of it—her girlfriends’ pussy, his loads, her mouth—while Teresa and Bianca knelt beside us and rubbed their cum-filled cunts against my cheeks, smearing everything together until my face was a wet, shining mess of all of them.

“Swallow,” Esther ordered against my lips. “Every drop we give you. You’re our messy little cunt-eater and you’re going to wear his cum and ours until we decide you’re done.”

I swallowed, throat working around the thick, salty mix, and she laughed low and mean and shoved my face back between Bianca’s thighs so I could lick the rest of Jerome’s second load straight out of her soaked, spasming pussy while Teresa held my head there and Esther stroked Jerome’s cock back toward hard with one cum-slick hand, already telling him where the next one was going to go.