Martes, 30 octubre 2007 @ 15:57
Diana and I had finished an early morning game of tennis and were standing by the locker-rooms at the tennis club. Just as we were about to go in and get changed, the four men who had being playing on the court next to us came into the locker-room area.
They started to talk to us, exchanging pleasantries while looking at my wife. The four of them were slightly older than Diana and myself but were all in very good shape. One of them offered Diana bottle of cold water. As she took a sip, it spilt over her face and short tennis dress. One of the men grabbed a towel and began to dry Diana. I watched as he rubbed her face gently and then the front of her dress, brushing her nipples with his hands. The other three men were also watching intently and for a moment, no one said a word. Diana laughed nervously and said that she better go into the women’s locker-room and take a shower. The man who had been touching her then said, in a bit of a joking manner, “Well. Why don’t you come in here and take a shower with us?”
I was tongue-tied – feeling so excited and also frightened at the same time. Diana looked at me as she tried to wriggle past the two men who were now standing on either side of her. One of the men lifted her short tennis dress, exposing her little white lace panties. Up close, it was possible to see the outline of her pussy through the sheer material. Diana quickly said, “Stop that! Mark, don’t let him do that!” The four men laughed at one of them mimicked her voice…”stop that….oooh…stop that…” I started to say, “OK Guys – enough! Just let Diana go and have her shower.” But one of them said, “ Hey buddy, we are just having a little fun…and your cute little wife is very very sexy, aren’t you sweetie?”
Diana tried to back away, but two of the men grabbed her arms and held them. “ Come on Honey,” one of them said, “ Don’t be like that. We just want to take a look at you. You look so hot in that little tennis dress of yours. Was it your idea to wear it today..or was it your husband’s? Did he want you to show-off?” The men glanced at me. I was nervously fidgeting with my hands and I know that my face was reddening with embarrassment. I suddenly felt very helpless, as if events were about to tumble out of control.