Enough Is Enough!

George and Diane had introduced me to another couple, Bruce and Shirley Jones. Bruce was an avid golfer but he had no interest in tennis. Shirley loved to play tennis so I usually paired up her for mixed doubles on couple's night at Creekside. Bruce was cool about letting his wife be my tennis partner but he kept a close eye on her. Often after tennis we would get together for a drink either at the club or one of our houses. The five of us became very good friends. George and Bruce even switched their insurance coverage to my company and I became their agent. Things were going well those days.

One night after couple's tennis we were at the Jones' home drinking and talking about tennis when I suggested that Shirley become my doubles partner and compete in the club championship next year. Shirley was hesitant at first because she did not like competing against Diane who had a way of making people feel small which included her husband as well. Anytime they lost a point in a match Diane always found a way to blame George. Diane also had a foul mouth on her and many of the club members referred to her as Diane Shrew behind her back.

"I don't know Walt, I 'm really not that good a player," Shirley said meekly.

"Sure you are. You're good enough to play in the club tournament," I replied trying to encourage her.

"Yeah, if you want to get your ass kicked," Diane mocked.

Then I thought I should check with Bruce before it went any further, "Bruce is it okay with you if Shirley and I partner up."

"Sure if she wants to," Bruce replied and said to his wife, "You should do it honey. It will be good for you to become a little more competitive."

"Oh have to see this. Can George and I be your first match?" Diane said with a laugh putting Shirley down.

"No but you can be our last match when we make it to the finals next year," I snapped in Shirley's defense.

"In your dreams asshole," Diane countered showing her annoyance.

"Well we'll see. How about it Shirley are you willing to give it a try?" I asked again.

"I guess so. If you're willing to partner with me," Shirley replied sheepishly.

"Great, I can see that mixed double trophy on my dresser already," I said to irritate Diane.

"Fuck you; you know you don't have a chance. I am going to enjoy kicking your ass," Diane snapped.

"We'll see, the tournament is a long way off," I concluded at which point George suggested that we change the topic.

We had a few more drinks and we finished off the evening on a positive note. Bruce, Shirley and I left the Shaw's home and thanked them for hosting us. I then said goodnight to Bruce and Shirley and headed home.

Over the next six months playing tennis indoors I really raised the level of my game. My stroke production was excellent so Tom worked on strategy and court position with me. I got Shirley to join Maple Tree and we took double lessons from Tom and his wife Carla. Tom had coached the girl's tennis in college which is where he met Carla. They were both excellent players and instructors. Shirley's confidence grew as we played more doubles together and we did very well on couple's night except against Diane and George.

It was clear to me that Diane had Shirley spooked and that Shirley was intimidated by Diane's demeanor. We were handling the other couples in matches but Shirley always played poorly against the Shaws. I arranged for Shirley and I to play matches against some of the stronger couples at the Maple Tree club and we played at least once a week against Tom and Carla. One day Carla took Shirley aside and told her that she played as well as anyone and she should not be intimidated by Diane.

It was still difficult for Shirley as Diane could be a bitch. Diane would grin at Shirley and say, "Ready to get your ass kicked again." That would do it and Shirley would be off her game.

By the time summer rolled around I was ready for the Creekside Club tennis. George's partner twisted his ankle badly and was out for at least six weeks so I was asked to play number one doubles with George. We remained undefeated throughout the inter-club play that season. George and I would often play singles against each other and I was starting to get the best of him. George was a much more talented player than I was but he didn't have the killer instinct that I did and he had trouble closing out the match.

Shirley and I continued playing as mixed doubles partners and I still scheduled matches against Tom and Carla. When it was time for the club championships I felt that we were ready to give George and Diane a formidable match. George and I breezed through to the singles semi-finals and George and I also reached the men's doubles finals. Diane was in the finals for singles and the doubles. Shirley and I had reached the mixed doubles finals and we would play George and Diane for the championship.

The format at the club was that the men's singles semi-finals would be played on Saturday along with the men's doubles championship match. The women's singles final and Women's doubles final would also be played on Saturday. The men's single final would be played on Sunday followed by the mixed doubles championship match. George and I both won our singles matches and would face each other for the club championship on Sunday. George and I then breezed through the doubles final capturing the club championship. Diane also won easily in the women's singles and doubles; once again she was club champion for both.

I was surprised by the number of club members that turned out to watch the match between George and me. After the warmups we tossed to see who would serve first. I won the toss but I elected to receive serve. George looked at me curiously as he was surprised that I let him serve first. It was something that Tom taught me that sometimes it is better to warm-up in the match rather than to start off serving. That day it worked perfectly as I broke George's serve in the first game. After that we both held serve and I took the first set 6-4.

I could tell that George was nervous as he now felt that he could actually lose the match. He had been club champion for five straight years and he had never come close to losing before. Diane didn't help his cause as she was all over his case. She was so loud and obnoxious that no one would sit by her. I knew that George had all the talent needed to still win and that the match was far from over. The second set went to 6-6 with both of us holding serve. George then went on to win the tie breaker 7-5 and the set 7-6. It was the first time I had lost a set without ever losing my serve and it was an odd feeling. I sensed that George was tired as he was not as fit as me so I changed tactics in the third set. It was something else Tom had taught me about strategy. It was to bring your opponent to the net more often and lob him getting his to run a little more.

The strategy worked and after the first six games we were tied at 3-3 but George was dead tired. He was leaning over with his hands on his knees breathing deeply every chance he had. I sensed his fatigue and I went for the kill. I returned to my normal serve and volley game and won the next three games for a 6-3 set. I won the championship 6-4, 6-7, and 6-3. All the members cheered for both of us for playing a great match as George and I shook hands at the net. Only Diane, who was livid that her husband lost, didn't show her appreciation. Instead she ripped her husband publicly dropping a number of f-bombs along the way.

"I hope the fuck you can play better than that in our match. I can't believe you lost you fucking wimp," Diane said ridiculing him.

The mixed double's match was pushed back an hour because of how long our singles match lasted. I told George to take his time and we would play when he was ready. The tournament director however wanted to get the match going so we took the court a half hour after the singles. None of the club members left as they were now interested to see how the mixed doubles turned out. In fact more people showed up to watch as they came off the golf course.

George and Diane won the serve toss and Diane elected to serve first. I reminded Shirley about our strategy against Diane and told Shirley to just play her game. Shirley was playing the deuce side of the court and she received the first serve. Diane whistled one toward Diane's forehand and Shirley retuned a forehand right down the middle between George and Diane. Diane got to it but she had nothing on her return and I put it away for a winner. Diane yelled at George for letting it get passed him.

Diane then served to me and I ripped one cross court passed George who normally would have got it but he was exhausted. He managed to get a racquet on it but that was all. Diane again yelled at George and told him to get in the match. Diane was serving at love 30 and she was pissed. The one thing about Diane however, was that she played better when she got mad. Diane then aced Shirley on the next serve for 15-30. I hit a winner off of Diane's serve for 15-40 and we won the next point to take the first set.

As we changed ends Diane walked by and whispered, "You lucky bastard, we'll get you this time."

I ignored her and I reminded Shirley to ignore her. I held serve to go up 2-0 and then George held serve to make it 2-1. It was Shirley's turn to serve and I reminded her to serve wide and take them off the court. Shirley did not have a powerful serve but she was consistent, placed the ball well and rarely double faulted. Shirley served wide to Diane's forehand and I poached her return and put the volley away. Shirley then served wide to George's back hand and he tried to go down the middle but I poached again and punched a volley passed Diane. Another wide serve to Diane and I when I faked poaching Diane tried to hit behind me but I was ready and hit a drop volley to go up love - 40. The next serve George lobbed his return over my head but it was easily retrieved by Shirley who hit a forehand down the middle. Diane got to the ball but hit a feeble return that I put away and we were up in the set 3-1. Diane again chastised her husband for hitting a wimpy lob.

The spectators were really getting into the match and cheering for every point that Shirley and I won. They applauded politely when George would hit a good shot but they were clearly behind Shirley and me. We went on to win the first set 6-4 and Shirley got more and more confident as the match went on. The spectators then sensed that Shirley and I actually had a chance to win and they cheered us on in the second set. Shirley and I went on to take the second set 6-4 and it was only fitting that Shirley ripped a forehand at Diane's feet that she couldn't handle. Shirley let a scream of delight and then she ran and jumped in my arms and wrapped her legs around my torso.

After her hugging and thanking me she broke the hold and we walked to the net to shake hands. George was at the net but Diane just grabbed her tennis bag and stormed off the court amidst the jeers of a few club members. I shook George's hand and he congratulated us on a great match. Then Shirley hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I think it would have been a lot different if you hadn't been so tired," I said consoling George somewhat.

"You're the one who got me so tired," he said and we both laughed. "Beside you two played great and I'm not sure that it would have been any different," George added being the perfect gentleman and good sport.

"Can I buy you a beer?" I asked.

"Absolutely and I will probably need a ride home. I'm not looking forward to this evening at home," George accepted.

I turned around to congratulate Shirley again but she was in the arms of her husband Bruce. They were hugging and kissing and they both had tears in the eyes and it was an every emotional moment for them. Bruce had won the golf club championship in his flight and now his wife had a tennis championship. They broke their embrace and he looked at me.

"Way to go you son of a bitch," he said grabbing me and hugging me.

"Hey take it easy," I joked, "We didn't win the US Open."

Bruce laughed and replied, "Yeah but you don't know how much this means to Shirley and you made it happen."

"Hey she worked very hard to get to this level and she deserved to win. She played super today," I told him as I looked at Shirley and saw that she was beaming.

"Come on the beers are on me. Your money is no good today. George you're going to join us aren't you?" Bruce offered.

"I would love to join you, thanks," George accepted.

We gathered up our tennis gear and bags and headed into the lounge. As it turned out there were a number of people who wanted to buy us beers. So many members came up to our table and congratulated us on the win. Some of the guys were a little wasted and they didn't mince words with George.

"George, you're a great guy but I have to admit it was good to see your wife lose today," someone said which was the drift of most of the comments.

"You don't have to hear this, we can leave," I offered.

"It's okay Walt. I understand how they feel and they are not being rude. I will hear a lot worse when I get home this evening. I'm in no hurry," George admitted.

We hung around the lounge until about 7:00 PM and then we decided that we had had enough to drink. We stood up to leave and said goodbye to everyone. Then Shirley came around the table and hugged me and thanked me again. She returned to her seat and placed the trophy on the table in front of her. George and I said our goodbyes and then left the lounge. I drove George to his home and pulled in the driveway.

"Walt, please come in for a beer," he asked more than offered.

I sensed that he did not want to face Diane alone that evening so I agreed to come in for one beer. "Okay, but just one. I still have to drive home," I told him.

DIANE'S HUMILIATION

We walked into George's home and we sat in his family room. George got a couple of beers and handed me one. Then all hell broke loose. Diane stormed into the room. She was still wearing her tennis outfit. In spite of her rage she still looked good. Diane had beautiful legs, small firm tits and a killer ass.

"Well it's about time you got home you fucking loser," she started and then looked at me, "What the fuck is he doing in our house?"

George was quiet but Diane continued her ranting, "I can't believe you invited that prick into our home after he kicked your ass in singles. He beat you so bad that you couldn't even show up for doubles."

George continued to remain quiet and I assumed that was his way of dealing with it but Diane was relentless. "Why did you invite him over? So you could kiss his ass since he beat you. Maybe you would rather suck his cock after all you played like a cunt today. I am so fucking embarrassed that we lost and to Shirley of all people. It's all your fucking fault," Diane unloaded and then she stormed out of the family room.

"Thanks for being here Walt," George whispered.

"It's okay George but why do you put up with her shit," I asked.

"I heard that you mother fucker. What would you do about it mister tough guy," Diane screamed at me when she re-entered the room.

I had had enough so I lashed out at her, "If you were my wife I would treat you like the brat you are."

"Oh what, are you going to spank me or something," she yelled.

"Yeah, something like that," I snapped back.

"Let's see you try it mister tough guy or were you one of those pussy marines," she screamed.

That did it for me and I stood up to face her. As I did Diane swung at my face and my martial arts instincts took over. Within seconds Diane was on the floor and I was sitting on her buttocks holding both wrists behind her back. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next but Diane made up my mind for me.

"Let go of me you prick. Let me up this instant you cock sucker," she screamed.

"George, get me the sport tape from your tennis bag," I asserted.

George hesitated for a second and then he retrieved the sport tape and handed it to me. George then sat back down and watched as he was unsure where this was going. I taped Diane's wrists together behind her back ignoring her foul language protests. Once her wrists were secure I pulled her to her feet and draped her over my lap. I looked at her firm hard body draped over my lap. Diane was very fit with shapely muscular legs and an as to die for. I then decided to spank her ass and teach her a lesson. I lifted her tennis skirt up exposing her panty covered buttocks and I felt her go tense in my lap.

"Don't you even think of spanking me? If you do I will cut your nuts off," she screamed.

I ignored her threats and pleas and I whacked her ass with one hard slap. I felt the firmness of her buttock even though it jiggled under my hand. I like watching her ass jiggle and I spanked her again.

"Ow! Stop it, that hurts," Diane yelled.

But I didn't stop and I slapped her ass a few more times. George didn't say a word but he just sat there and watched. I got the sense he was enjoying it and wished that he had the nerve to do this. Diane kept screaming threats and using the f word about every other word. Then I decided that I really wanted to humiliate her in hopes of shutting her up. I took a hold of her panties and I pulled them down to the middle of her thighs baring her naked ass. I stared at her ass for a few seconds and admired it. It was perfect, round, firm and flawless. I could see the red marks from my earlier slaps but now I wanted to spank her bare ass.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Pull my panties back up. Don't you dare spank my bare ass," she screamed.

Her pleas were to no avail as I was too far gone. Maybe I could blame it on the beer but I wanted to punish Diane in front of her husband. Not just for tonight but for all those times she was such a shit to everyone. I began spanking her bare bottom and I loved the feel of her ass cheeks and they jiggled each time. Diane began to sob as well as continue her protests but I was determined to humiliate her as she had so done to others so many times.

Diane screamed and cursed and threatened me with every word she could think of, "You just wait until I get up. I'm going to kill you, you fucking bastard."

I stopped spanking Diane and I stared her red ass cheeks. Then I realized that I had a boner. I got turned on by her ass and I wondered if she had ever been butt fucked. I looked at George and he still sat in his chair almost in disbelief.

"George, get me that hand cream from your tennis bag," I directed.

George looked confused but he did as I asked and handed me the hand lotion. I took the tube and spread the lotion on Diane's ass cheeks in an attempt to sooth her tingling skin. I felt my cock surge as I rubbed the lotion all over her beautiful ass and I wondered if she could feel that I had a boner.

"What are you doing? Get your hands off my ass," Diane yelled.

"Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson," I said.

"Fuck you! Just wait until I get my hands on you," Diane countered.

"Okay you asked for it," I said as I lifted Diane off my lap.

To this day I still don't know what came over me except that I really wanted to humiliate her at that moment. I pushed Diane to her knees and bent her over the sofa so that her upper body was placed on the seat cushions. I held her by her taped wrists and pushed her arms up so that she couldn't move without pain. I flipped her tennis skirt back up again baring her ass and I squirted more lotion in the crack of her ass. Then I pushed a finger into her asshole and she squealed.

"What the fuck? Take your finger out of my ass you fucking pervert," Diane yelled loudly.

However the more she cursed and struggled the more I finger fucked her ass. My one finger moved around easily in her anal passage so I added a second finger. Diane's ass loosened up quickly and I suspected that she had been butt fucked before. I thought, "George you old devil you." Then my own desire took over and I decided that I had to fuck her ass. I wanted to humiliate her and what better way to do it than to fuck her in ass right in front of her husband.