A First World Problem

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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 Kuzey ankara escort 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 Maltepe escort 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.

When it worked it really worked, drawing out the orgasm as long as possible, getting his own body to push him over the edge.

That was exactly what happened here. With his cock out of her mouth, with his hand still holding her hair, he came, thick ropes of cum hitting her face, around her mouth while he looked down at her again. She kneeled there, feeling utterly naughty and used, but also feeling aroused… she’d just made a very hot man cum, and that turned her on far more than it should have done.

Looking up at him she licked what she could off her lips, swallowing it down, before standing back up, wiping her face properly. She gave him her naughtiest smile, held his still sensitive cock in her hand to give it a squeeze, then turned and went back out to the party, leaving him stood there semi-naked surrounded by cleaning materials.

Keira knew that she was flushed when she got back out to the party, but she didn’t care. That had been wild, she’d actually quite enjoyed it, and she’d solved her problem. It was firmly a one-off thing.

The adrenaline rush was another thing entirely. The thrill of doing something like that in the broom cupboard, the risk of being caught, she was buzzing. She quickly downed two glasses of champagne to settle her nerves, then got talking to some friends from the club as if nothing had happened, save for that she was drinking faster than usual.

She caught sight of Ben coming back into the party, smiling at him when he saw her and getting a smile back in return. But he stayed clear of her until the party started to wind down.

As people were starting to make their move Keira was quite drunk. Not legless, incapacitated drunk. But certainly, drunk enough to realise that she probably shouldn’t talk too much lest she accidentally let on what she’d done earlier.

Ben came up to her as the people thinned out and said quietly, “Would you like a lift home? I think I’m going past your house.”

She looked at him, a look that said that she wasn’t quite sure she believed him. “You don’t know where I live.”

He laughed. “That’s true, but it would be good to talk about your daughter’s lessons next week.”

Keira thought for a second. She was still turned on by what had happened earlier, and Ben’s body was something else. Her husband had given up trying in bed years ago. Maybe, the drink said to her, just maybe I should go with him and see what happens. “Ok, lead the way.”

They chatted in his car as he drove off. Keira was enjoying trying to get him to say who else had traded blowjobs for skipping the waiting list and wasn’t paying much attention to where they were going.

She was surprised to see the car come to a stop outside a block of flats in a road she didn’t know. “This isn’t my house?”

Ben smiled. “I know. I thought we’d take a detour. I’ll drop you back later. Come on,” he said as he got out of the car and went round to her door. Opening it he held his hand out to her.

“What is this?”

“The after party…”

Keira looked at him, sobering up a little. “The after party? Where’s everyone else?”

“It’s just the two of us.” He held out his hand again and she took it. “We can chat and have a drink.”

“Ok… just a drink though, ok?”

He grinned. “Sure.”

They walked up the stairs to his flat and made it a couple of metres inside before he kissed her, not just a little kiss but a proper kiss, pulling her into him. Before Keira knew what was happening, she was responding, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around him. His muscular chest pressed up against her and she felt a twinge between Mamak escort her legs.

“Oh god, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered between kisses, starting to plant kisses down her cheek and onto her neck. She let out a small gasp as he did so, arousal raging through her. “Come with me…”

He led her over to his sofa, standing behind her next to it, kissing her neck from behind, running his hands over her body through her dress, touching her chest and teasing between her legs. She reached a hand back to hold the back of his head while her other hand reached behind to grab his ass.

“Take me now…” she breathed. “Fuck me hard.”

His hand reached under the hem of her dress, lifting it up, and slid two fingers easily into her, Keira’s arousal through the roof by this point. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes… please… now.”

Ben responded by pushing Keira down on to the sofa, front first, her knees on the ground, then dropping himself to his knees behind her. She heard him unzip his trousers, felt his cock spring lose and rub against her thigh, before he quickly slid his cock into her pussy. She moaned in surprise at how quickly it happened, and he started to thrust into her, one hand on her hips and the other on her shoulder.

Keira felt like she was getting fucked in a way that she hadn’t for years. Her body was responding, she could feel the little spasms running through her, and it felt great. “Oh god that feels good,” she moaned. “Harder… please.”

He did as she’d asked, increasing the pace and thrusting into her hard. Keira could feel herself getting close, until suddenly she came, her vagina clenching around his cock, her moans turning to screams of pleasure, him fucking her through the orgasm until she went limp, spent on the sofa.

Ben leaned over, his cock still inside her, and stroked her hair while he kissed her neck. “Was that what you needed?” he asked.

Keira smiled. “Yes… thank you,” she replied breathlessly.

“I’m close myself,” he said. “Can I keep going?”

“Hmmm…” she muttered, “do what you need to.”

Ben took that a bit too literally. Keira felt his cock slide out of her, then reposition at her ass instead.

“That wasn’t what I meant…” she said. “I haven’t done that in years.”

“You don’t want me too?” he asked.

Keira paused. “You really want to?”

“Yes please, if you’re ok with it.”

Shrugging to herself inside, she said, “Ok… you can.”

Ben’s cock was well lubricated from before, and as he applied pressure it didn’t take much for him to slide a couple of inches in to Keira’s ass. Thankfully for Keira he paused there, giving her time to adjust, before sliding in further, then pausing again, before sliding all the way in.

Keira simply lay there, her legs as far apart as she could get them. She didn’t not enjoy anal, but she wouldn’t say she actively enjoyed it either. Somewhere in between. But it had been so long who knew what it would be like now?

Once he was in, he avoided the frantic pace of earlier, settling instead for a slow but firm fuck. Keira appreciated that and, she found, after all these years she quite enjoyed it. Not enough to make her cum, nowhere close, but the sheer filthiness of lying there on her tennis coach’s sofa, legs apart, face down, getting fucked by this muscular, good-looking body, did something for her.

She heard his breathing quicken and a series of grunts came from him as he came inside her ass, holding himself in there for a couple of minutes after as he recovered. When he finally pulled out, he collapsed down onto the floor, sitting up next to her.

“That was good…” he laughed. “Really good. You’re great in bed.”

Keira smiled. “We didn’t make it that far.”

“Maybe next time?”

She sat up. “Look, I don’t want to ruin the vibe but there won’t be a next time. I’ve enjoyed it but it was a one off. Not again.” She paused. “And those tennis lessons had better be sorted out.”

“Of course, not a problem. And I understand if you want this to be a one off. How about that drink?”

Keira looked at her watch and saw how late it was. “I can’t, I’d better get home. My husband will wonder what’s happened to me.”

“No problem, I’ll give you a lift.”

Getting home Keira snuck into the house, had a quick shower and climbed into bed next to her husband. She resolved, even then, that this was something he could never hear about. Ever. He would never understand.

The next day she avoided talking about the night before, but that was easy to do as she could truthfully claim to be quite hungover.

It all seemed to be going fine, a problem solved and a one-night stand with no implications.

That is, right up until she got the link to the video…