Cheating #2 — With Cheating on my Mind
Her hips swayed with a confidence that made me feel my forty-five years all at once
Now, I had cheating on my mind.
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The sun was already beating down on the court as I waited for my old friend Mike’s daughter, Ginny. This would be her first tennis lesson with me and also the first time I’d seen her since she was that typical tomboy — with scraped knees from tree-climbing.
Then… she walked in.
I knew she wouldn’t be that little sparky kid I remembered, but I was completely unprepared for the siren that arrived.
She was tall, with endless legs and breasts that had their own mind even in a sports bra. Her hips swayed with a confidence that made me feel my forty-five years all at once. She had this wild, red hair tied in a ponytail and her lips turned up slightly at the corners, in a playful, but confident knowing smile.
I was stunned, my thoughts a jumble.
“Hey, Uncle John! Long time,” she said, her voice warm and bright.
I cleared my throat. “Enough of the Uncle… Yeah, it’s been a while. You look… erm, different.”
She laughed, her bosom rising. “I hope so. Fifteen years is time enough to change. I’m twenty-one now, so don’t have cut knees and knots in my hair any more.”
We started the lesson.
I tried to focus on technique, footwork, the basics. But my eyes kept drifting, watching how she moved, the effortless grace of her swing, the way the sunlight caught the sheen of sweat on her skin. She was good — really good. The fierce concentration in her eyes reminded me of her father.
“Like this?” she asked, snapping me out of my trance.
“Uh, yeah, exactly,” I stammered, the heat rose in my face, and crotch.
She smirked, delighting in my discomfort. “I remember you being more confident, John. What’s changed?”
“Erm, must be feeling my age,” I joked, but there was an edge of truth in it. She made me feel old and young at the same time, a confusing mix of emotions that I struggled to control.
“You’re the same age as my Dad. But lacking his pot-belly and bald patch.” She gestured dramatically with her hands, as she surveyed my body - and my eyes followed her every move.
We went through more drills, her laughter and easy banter keeping the mood light. I attempted to remain professional, but found it difficult. Each time I helped with the position of her grip or gave praise, my words seemed loaded with something else.
The hour passed far too soon for my liking so I offered to help with her gear. She smiled, “Still the gentleman,” and handed me a bag.
Ginny seemed so vital — full of energy and life. Her skin glowed, her movements were fluid and self-aware. She was like a burst of colour in an otherwise grey world.
“Thanks, John,” she said, her eyes caught mine for what appeared to be a moment longer than necessary. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” I replied, my voice sounding absurd to my own ears. “Happy to help.” What was I? Some nodding dog!
We reached her car, and I placed her bag into the boot, my mind racing. She leaned against the driver’s door, hair catching the light, looking like she belonged in a fantasy world. And not my mundane existence!
“That was cool, John. I really learned a lot today?”
I loved how she kept using my name when she spoke. Like she was singling me out. “Great. Look forward to the next lesson,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
She thanked me again, that bright smile lighting up her face, and drove off. I stood there, noticing the void she left behind.
I went indoors to shower and all I could think about was her. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked, how her hair swayed when she walked. Her image had already taken over my mind, crowding out everything else.
Straight away I recognised it was wrong, knew I was treading dangerous ground. She was in my head, and I was too aware of the strong impression she’d made on me.
That night, when I went to bed, Mary came over to my side for a cuddle and my hardness pressed into her tummy.
Before I’d had time to think, I was on top, grinding down, but I didn’t see my wife, I saw Ginny, her red hair framing her perfect face… Members, read more HERE.
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Later, as I lay next to Mary, her steady breathing the only sound in the room, I was sure that what had happened today was the beginning of something I really needed to control, or it might burn my life to the ground. But as I closed my eyes, I could sense the pull, the magnetic draw of Ginny’s presence, and it already felt like I was in too deep.
Now, I had cheating on my mind.
In the next episode:
“That was my kind of forceful. Anytime, handsome.”
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