At the end of the season the city club had a relaxing weekend away, visiting a “twin” club in a provincial town up the coast. In festive mode, players of all ages and abilities - Grades One to Eight- would converge on the wealthy rural club for a weekend of not-too-earnest tennis. The off-court partying was inevitably interesting. On the Saturday night, there was always a legendary party at the clubrooms. There would be a...

Megan, forty-five, president of the city club, was only planning to play a couple of matches at this year’s visit to the country club. As she donned her short tennis frock, as always quite low-necked, she smirked and felt a slight juicy gush as she recalled the night before’s threesome with her gorgeous virile opposite number Geoff, and his horny wife Tess. “A nice loosener for the weekend ahead,” she thought to herself....

Late afternoon, Megan, forty-five-year-old president of the city club, returned from her comfortable hotel to the country tennis club’s extensive complex to watch some of the last match of the day, and then to party. Her favourite cock-magnet yellow dress had been ruined during Friday night’s furious sex with rural club president Geoff, and his randy wife Tess. Never mind; her low black cocktail dress revealed enough of h...