Keira looked at the video playing on the screen in front of her, not quite able to believe her eyes. She watched as her head bobbed up and down, a hand holding on to her dark blonde hair, a hard cock going in and out of her mouth.
She saw her hand reach up to cup and stroke his balls. She saw herself look up to make eye contact with him. She saw herself on her knees, party dress gathered around her waist.
She saw his chiselled torso, the sharply defined muscles. She saw his implausibly handsome face. She saw his eyes close as he got close.
She saw the broom cupboard at her tennis club, cleaning materials stacked up on the shelves. Not exactly the most romantic place.
And then she saw a man who was not her husband pull out and cum on her face, and watched herself lick it off her lips before standing up, wiping her face, giving the cock a quick squeeze, and going back out to the party.
Keira had seen enough. This was marriage dynamite.
She dialled the number again. "Ok... I understand. What makes this go away?"
His voice came down the line. "One thing, and only one thing..."
Rewind a month, and Keira had been trying everything she could to get her daughter regular tennis lessons at her local club. The trouble with living in an expensive town in the London commuter belt was that everyone was trying to get their children to do everything, competitive parenting was the term, and it was tiresome.
Her daughter wasn't like that. She chose a thing and then wanted to do it, rather than spending all of her time doing every activity under the sun. But the trouble was that for tennis there was a long waiting list, so long that there was little prospect of her getting a place until she inevitably lost interest in a few years' time. And her daughter needed a place now because that was the route into joining her school's tennis team with her friends.
Keira didn't know what to do. Her husband was next to useless with this sort of thing, claiming that part of the deal with him going out to work and her having given up her own career to stay at home was that she did all of the admin. She wasn't sure that was quite fair, but that was where they were.
When it came to tennis, Keira played several times a week, in fact as far as she could see it was one of the few upsides to being a stay-at-home mum in her forties was that it kept her in good shape and maintained her figure. In fact, she was probably in the best shape she'd been since her early twenties, not that her husband seemed to notice.
Keira tried everything to get her daughter a place, regularly talking to her coach Ben to see what he could do, calling in favours from friends who also played at the club, talking to the club president, but all to no avail. There seemed to be no way to avoid the long waiting list.
Fast forward to the Saturday night, the weekend just before Keira watched the video.
The tennis club summer drinks party... an evening that didn't tend to get exactly wild, but was a good opportunity for people to let their hair down. Keira's husband decided last minute that he was too tired from the week before to go, so Keira went on her own.
She soon got talking to some friends, and one glass of wine followed another. She was, she had to admit, a little drunk, maybe more than a little but certainly not a lot. Keira's husband might get a nice surprise when she got home at this rate.
One friend starting talking about how her son was enjoying the lessons he'd just started, and Keira couldn't quite believe her ears. She'd only signed him up a couple of months before and he was already starting, having skipped the list. She was furious, but hid it well while they talked.
Taking another friend to the side later, she asked her, "How on earth did they jump the list? I've been trying so hard to get my daughter into lessons."
Her friend replied enigmatically, "I've heard there are ways..."
"Ways? How do you mean?"
"I mean," and she mimed a blowjob motion, "there are ways..."
Keira paused, then looked at her in curiosity. "You didn't, did you?"
"No! Of course not. But, well, I've heard a rumour that some do and not just from one person."
Keira turned away to get another drink, her mind reeling. That seemed really unfair.
The first opportunity she got though she sought out Ben, asking if she could talk to him in private. They stepped outside where, in the twilight, a few people had gone out for fresh air but there was the opportunity to talk without being overheard.
"Ben... look, I don't mean to put you on the spot but you know I've been really trying to get my daughter doing tennis lessons."
He smiled. "Yes, I know. Look... my hands are tied; the club operates a strict waiting list and there's no way around it."
"I know that, but how come some people are jumping the list. I've had one person tonight tell me that their son got in after just a couple of months. What gives?"
Ben looked slightly awkward, but simply replied, "I'd need to look into that... I'm not sure what might have happened there."
Keira looked at him in exasperation. "I've heard that there are ways..." she said quietly.
Ben just looked at her, a look that was impossible to read.
Later, Keira would blame this moment on the drink. Without thinking, she blurted out, "What if I suck your cock?"
He looked at her for a few moments, then simply nodded his head. "That would work."
That would work? It seemed such a casual response. "Really? I mean really, genuinely?" she replied.
He nodded again. "Yes. Look... you're beautiful. I look forward to our coaching sessions every week. Of course I'd love you to do that." Keira could tell that he'd been drinking quite a bit too, the way he was opening up.
She stood there looking at him, thinking it through. Of course, there was no way that she should do this, she thought of herself as an ethical and morally upstanding person. Of course she shouldn't.
But... what would it cost her really? Not much. She'd given literally hundreds of blowjobs in her life, what was one more? And it would solve her problem. And, just a little bit, it would serve her husband right for crying off the night.
"Where can we go?"
"Come with me."
They first of all tried the changing rooms but someone was in there already and it sounded like they were doing more than just getting changed. That's where the idea of the broom cupboard came in.
Ben had the key and, unlocking it, they both snuck through the door. He locked it again behind them. The lighting was a single, bare bulb overhead, there were shelves on either side with maybe two meters between them, and the floor was hard concrete.
Keira had, if she looked back on her younger, wilder days, given a blowjob in worse places but not many. She stood opposite him, not quite sure what to do. She'd noticed before that Ben was good looking, but when she stood like this, in this enclosed space, she realised that he was very good looking indeed.
He stepped towards her to try to kiss her but she put her hand out to stop him, determined to do this on her terms. "Stay standing there," she said, reaching out to pull off his shirt. She let out a sharp exhalation at the sight of his muscular, toned body. She'd thought that his tennis clothes probably hid a good body but this was something else. There were muscles where she hadn't even realised there could be muscles.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she undid his belt, feeling his hard cock through his trousers. She undid his zip, tugging the trousers down, leaving just his boxer shorts covering his manhood. She stopped for a second, looking up at him, stroking her hand across the outline of his cock, drawing a gasp from him.
"You promise this will get my daughter on to the tennis lessons?"
He nodded.
"Next week? You'll put her on the lessons next week?"
He nodded again, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Ok... you'd better keep your end of this deal." She pulled down his boxer shorts and his cock sprung free. What a cock it was. Rock hard, somewhere between eight and nine inches, a good girth without being too big. It was pretty close to being the perfect cock.
Sliding her hands along it, she opened her mouth and touched the tip with her tongue, looking up at him again as she did so. She teased him for a few moments before his hand reached down and gathered her hair together into a rough pony tail, and slowly but firmly pulled her mouth on to him.
Keira started at a slow pace, closing her eyes and using her tongue along with her lips to pleasure him. His breathing and his moans told her it was working. She knew that, technically, all she'd agreed to was give him a blowjob. But she'd always enjoyed giving them, and she didn't want Ben to think that she was the worst at them of the women at the tennis club if this really did happen often. She wanted to make this a good one. Plus, just a tiny bit, she was enjoying being in control of his pleasure like this.
Feeling a little spasm shake through him, she went for her trick to turn a good blowjob into a great one, reaching her hand to cup around his balls and start to stroke the area behind them. He twitched immediately, and a long moan left his lips. "You're good at this..." he whispered.
She looked up at him and he looked back, his breathing growing lighter, twitches and spasms happening often now. He lifted his head and closed his eyes. Keira increased the pace, knowing he was really, really close, then brought out her other trick, suddenly stopping and only gently teasing the tip with her tongue.
