Fantasies Incorporated - Tennis Match: Fantasies Incorporated, #13

By Bridy McAvoy

Longer and more sensuous than previous episodes.

When Chris is called back to the office urgently and unexpectedly, he asks his fiancé to stand in and play his doubles match at the tennis club. Karen knows how important the match result is to him but doesn't realize how important it is going to be for her!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: May 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223100898

Bridy McAvoy

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.

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Dedication

To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

Fantasies Incorporated – Tennis Match

Karen, please . . .

You have got to be joking, Chris. You and Ben make a great doubles team. I can’t step in and partner him against Steve and Dave like that. I’m not up to the same standard.

Karen, I can’t help it. You know work have paged me and I’ve got to go back. The bloody computer system’s playing up and they need me. If I just withdraw then the forfeit means we have no chance of reaching the semis. If you step in, and even if you lose, we still have a chance of winning well enough in the final match to get through. You know how much the club championship means to Ben. Please . . .

Karen bit her lip and looked at her fiancé. She hated to refuse him anything and he was right; the archaic scoring system would dump him and Ben out of the doubles championship if they didn’t play. The fact they allowed a substitute had been a surprise to her.

But I only played an hour ago.

Come on, honey, you and Susie won six-love, six-love, conceding – what – three points on your own serves over the two sets. It was the most one-sided match in the women’s challenge for ten years. You weren’t even out of breath. Didn’t work up a sweat. You know you could play this, and play well. That was just a warm-up for you, nothing more.

Hmmm . . .

Please, hon.

She shook her head in defeat. As always Chris had managed to talk her round to his way of thinking.

Thanks, hon, I knew I could count on you. I’ll just go and tell the lads, and give Ben the keys to lock up when you’ve all finished. He’ll give you a lift home after as well. See ya later.

Without even a quick peck on the cheek, he disappeared into the men’s locker room to tell the others they had a game after all. Shaking her head, she opened the