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 At first, she was very shy and withdrawn but, with my help, I got her to come out of her shell.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.