Joan, my wife, had taken a summer semester course of golf back in college and for some time now I’ve urged her to come out with me. I figured we would be able to spend more time together that way. Recently she surprised me by taking golf lessons. She started with our local course’s female golf pro, but after only a couple of lessons she came home and told me the woman had left and she was switched to one of the male pros.
Not that I figured I had anything to be jealous about, nor that she should have felt the need to tell me, but after twenty-five plus years of marriage we kept few secrets. Now I say I had no jealous bone in my body, but one day I got off work early and went by the course to check out my wife during one of her lessons. Well let’s just say it was an eye opener…and it wasn’t because of her new found ball driving ability.
Her pro instructor looked as if he must have been a somewhat recent college grad. He looked like an every sport kind of jock actually. He was tall, rather good looking and although I don’t swing that way, I couldn’t help but notice those khaki golf slacks of his showed off a rather athletically tight butt…not to mention that young flat belly.
Now that’s what made me jealous!
I consider myself to be in good shape for a late forties kind of guy, but my friends and I have this thing about what we call the young ‘flat bellies’ out there. Don’t know why but we get ticked when we are ever paired up with one of them that thinks just because we are old…older…we can’t play as hard and long as them. We tend to show most of them up and outlast them though.
Anyway, enough of my man jealousy…
On that day it didn’t take five minutes of clandestinely watching my wife with her young golf pro to notice he was definitely a very ‘hands on’ instructor. He was continually touching my wife, moving her hands on the club or positioning her shoulders and hips by pawing her with his big athletic hands. Knowing my wife the way I do though, if it was bothering her she would have told him so, or better, turned around and slapped that poor young man silly. But she didn’t. Instead I saw the cutest little grin on her face, one that said she was enjoying more than the attention to her golf swing.
I grinned along with her and just sat on a bench waiting for her lesson to finish. I have to be honest my grin was very selfish in nature as it was predicated on the idea that whatever arousal she was getting from the young man would be taken out on me later.
Let’s just say I was indeed very pleased with that evening’s bedroom activities.
* * * * *
Last Monday I took the day off from work. I drove Joan to her golf lesson which that day was going to be a morning round of golf, nine holes. I figured I’d hit a few balls on the driving range and get some sorely needed practice with my putter while she played and then we’d go to lunch after.
I kissed Joan to send her off to her lesson and was about to go to the snack bar to get a bottle of water before heading out to the driving range when I saw a young man approach. He was dressed in a white polo shirt with the club logo at his left breast.
As he got closer I recognized him as my wife’s young golf pro, Roger.
“Good morning Mrs. Johnson.” He came up and put out his hand to Joan.
“Good morning Roger,” she took his big hand in her two smaller ones. “And I’ve told you about that, its Joan.”
“Yes, I know, sorry…Joan.” He said very apologetically as my wife continued to squeeze his hand and smile up at the tall young man.
“Good morning, Roger.” I held out my hand.
Joan seemed to blink and come back into our world. “Oh, yes, Roger this is my husband, Jim.” She also released his hand so he could shake mine.
“Yes, Mr. Johnson, nice to meet you, sir.” he said. Roger was strong as he had a heck of a grip.
“Uh, same goes for me, it’s Jim, please.” I shook trying to give back as much as I was getting, squeezing his hand harder. “My wife says she loves your golf lessons.”
“Uh… yeah. She’s a quick learner,” he replied our handshake breaking as he looked down at my wife.
“She says you’ve been very patient and are very complimentary even when she does things wrong.”
“I believe in creating an encouraging atmosphere. And besides she picks up on things very quickly as I say and gets after anything I teach her pretty aggressively.”
Joan reached out and touched the young man’s bare arm. “You are an excellent teacher. How could I not pay attention and do what you ask of me?”
I swear if this had been Joan’s college summer class she’d have been the classic fawning coed at that moment. Her voice and the near crimson blush in her face told me she truly enjoyed her time with her golf instructor.
Roger cleared his throat and looked back at me. “Uh, Mr. Johns…I mean Jim, you look like you’re dressed to play today. Gonna head out for a round, too?”
I laughed and put my arm around my giddy wife. “No, but I thought it was such a beautiful day out I’d spend a couple hours on the range while you take care of my wife for nine holes. Then we’d get a bite after.”
“Actually I planned on making it eighteen today. If that’s alright Mrs. Johnson, damn I mean Joan?” He looked at my wife again who I immediately caught looking at this young man with what I swear was a mischievous smirk on her pretty face.
“Sure. If you think I’m ready?” Her face and voice still echoed of the giddy coed.
I grinned again thinking back to last week and the measure of pleasure I had derived from this kind of flirting. I was already lusting, I mean looking ahead to tonight’s bedroom rendezvous.
“You’re ready.” Roger said as he smiled back at her. Then he turned back to me. “In fact, Jim, I have only one other appointment today which makes for a threesome. Would you like to join us for a little extra time on the course and make a full foursome? It would even be free as you’ll be with the teaching pro.” At that he puffed out his chest in a little bit of cockiness. At that I suddenly saw one of those ‘flat bellies’ in my mind, somehow though this one wasn’t bothering me as much as he was fascinating me in getting my wife all excited.
“How can I pass up a free round of golf and more time to spend with my lovely wife?” I snuggled up close.
Surprisingly I got a peck on the cheek for my most complimentary comment. Joan wasn’t all into her young stud, I did exist in her world after all.
“Great then we’ll meet you two up by the first tee, say in about fifteen minutes?”
Roger and I shook hands again before he walked away. And when I turned to say something to Joan I caught her biting her lower lip watching the young man and not too pretentiously right at that tight back side walk on out of her sight.
Okay maybe I wouldn’t exist as long as I was competing with that. I rather involuntarily squeezed my cheeks together. Then chuckled inside to myself; my butt wasn’t so bad still!
“Come on, dear.” I took Joan’s hand. “Let’s get some water before we go out to play.”
“Sure.” My wife snuggled up beside me as we walked. “I think it may get hot out there today.”
We drove in our golf cart up to the first tee and found Roger standing next to a cart with a young woman. To say the least the woman was very attractive, in my opinion anyway. She was dressed in a very summer-like outfit which included a thin white camisole top and a very short yellow skirt. Her long brown hair draped midway down her back and was tied in a loose ponytail.
“Hi guys.” Roger spun around as we pulled up.
No sooner had I gotten out of the cart than the young woman came up to us with her small hand outstretched. “Hi, I’m Sally.”
Joan made the long stride in front of me and took the woman’s hand first. “I’m Joan, nice to meet you.”
I came up and stuck out my hand, “Hi, I’m Jim.” We shook hands and smiled at one another.
Now up close I saw Sally was maybe a couple inches shorter than my wife with some wonderful curves in all the right places. Her breasts weren’t large but they certainly fit her petite frame very well. Incredibly, I felt a bit of a stirring in my shorts as I looked at her, trying to imagine her out of her cute golf outfit.
Before I could get too distracted I quickly turned, closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to get that very naughty thought out of my mind, especially since my wife was standing right next to me. When I opened my eyes again I found myself staring at Joan as she retrieved her driver from her golf bag. I smiled as I had to admit my wife looked great in her golf outfit, too. Joan is 5’7″ with auburn colored hair, tinted somewhat with a mature gray now. She has the most tantalizing green eyes, eyes that look right into you and warm you like nothing else. She also has the greatest legs and under those sexy white shorts of hers they were shown off very well. By the way, she has some sizable breasts which were also shown off well that day in the snug pink golf blouse she wore. Her proud large nipples displayed themselves very nicely, too, even through the bra she wearing.
Yep, my own beautiful lady was showing off her sexy self last Monday morning.
Roger came over, club in hand. “Okay, we aren’t going to be rushed today. I found out they are going to close the course for an hour or so after we tee off so they can get ready for the charity best ball tournament coming up later this morning.”
“Good, I hate to be pushed. I like to take it slow.” Sally offered as she looked right up at me.
That stirring in my shorts was suddenly back.
“Me too,” Joan said behind me and then I felt her goose me in the butt with her golf club. When I looked around she winked at me.
I was busted.
“Sounds good to me.” I replied to Roger but still looked at my lovely and obviously frisky wife. “But you’re the boss today. Teach these ladies like you would without me here. I’ll just play along.”
“I’m sure I can learn something from you, too, Jim.” Sally said as she swung her club back and forth and looked at me with a gaze I swear was more than a passing appreciative glance. “I mean, you look like you’re good at…” she paused and adjusted her hands on the golf club, running them down the shaft grip, “at a lot of things, including golf.”
I blinked hard, felt the stirring again, and immediately whirred my head around to look in Joan’s direction. She was already heading up the tee box driver in hand. But she was also shaking her head back and forth obviously having heard what I had just heard and the way I heard it.
I shook my head, too, and reached for my driver in my bag on the back of the golf cart.
“Oh, by the way Jim, we’ll play from the ladies tees today to make it easier and so I can focus on teaching.” Roger said.
“Sounds good.” I replied and looked back to see Roger had an iron in his hand.
Of course the young pro could probably smack his long iron further than I could my old wood. But I dropped the driver back in the bag and pulled out my five wood just to make it look a little better. I think I was going to have to defer to this ‘flat belly’, besides he was a pro, but I still wanted to be respectable. The ladies tee was about thirty yards up from the men’s tee and this first hole was a relatively short par four anyway.
“Jim, why don’t you start us off and give the ladies something to shoot for?” Roger stood at the back of the elevated tee box and rested his hands on his iron.
“Sure. I can do that.” Although as I said it, the previous stirring in my shorts quickly became a churning in my stomach as I knew I was on tap now to make at least a decent showing to start out. I teed up my ball, took my practice swings and settled into my stance. I took my breath and then my back swing and let loose. The result wasn’t bad, off to the left and maybe fifty or so yards from the green. Good first drive for me.
“Sally, how about you go next?” Roger asked.
“Thank you, don’t mind if I do.” The young woman strutted, and I mean strutted up to the tee. Her skirt sashayed behind her, not that I was looking that closely of course. But I do admit I wish I had been on the other side of the tee box when she bent down to push her little wooden tee into the ground. From the look on Roger’s face, with eyebrows raised and eyeballs bulging I’d say he was getting an eyeful. I could only imagine what color underwear he was getting a look at. Or maybe she was wearing one of those skimpy thongs!
Anyway, she got all situated and took her swing. Pretty good for a beginner I thought. Not long, but right down the middle of the fairway.
“Nice drive,” I offered up as I would most anyone on the first tee with a shot that good.
“Thank you, it felt good,” Sally replied, “real good.” Then she walked slowly by me with a broad smile on that pretty face of hers.
Damn, that stirring again! This was going to turn out to be one hell of a day golfing, good or bad…torture or pleasure…I wasn’t sure which at the moment.
“Joan, you’re next.” Roger called out.
“Thank you,” my wife answered and made her way up and teed up her ball. And damn if she didn’t put on a show doing it! Again, like Sally, all for Roger’s benefit presumably as her backside swayed practically in his face. She finally did straighten up and take her golf stance.
“Let’s see if I remember how to do this right.” She stood on the tee box and addressed her ball. “I know, knees bent, head down, don’t stand up, nice steady back swing.”
From my view I enjoyed a free unencumbered look at her front side. I swear I was innocently looking as I waited intently for her to swing. While I held my breath for her, she hit the ball a good hundred and fifty yards, straight as an arrow, right in the middle of the fairway. She looked at me and gave me a little smile of satisfaction. “I think the lessons are paying off, what do you think Jim?”
“I’d say so.” I watched her bend back over and jut her backside out at Roger once again. The man’s eyes blinked but obviously got a full shot of what she was showing. I’m sure the smooth white material across her butt showed of my wife’s curves very well.
“Yes, very good drive, Mrs. Johnson.” He choked out more than spoke.
“Now Roger,” Joan stood and faced the young man, “one last time, it’s Joan.”
“I’m sorry,” Roger said as he walked up beside her, “must be my southern upbringing calling ladies by their last name.”
“Well, we are in the South, but I’d still prefer you call me Joan.” My wife reached out and touched his arm again before he walked by her to tee up his ball.
“Yes, Joan, I will from here out.”
Roger teed up and struck his drive without a moment’s hesitation. He struck it so perfect he drove the green, even with the damn iron!
“Wow! Good Shot!” Sally called out.
“Oh my gosh!” I heard Joan nearly squeal. “You are good!”
Roger picked up his broken tee and tossed it into the basket at the side of the tee box. “Thanks, but we’ll get you two playing that good before your lessons are all over.”
“Yeah, right!” Joan came back. “I don’t have the body and muscles you have to make that kind of shot.”
As if I have to tell you, yes, I caught her ogling that body and muscles of his as she said that. Okay, now maybe I was getting just a little jealous.
We started off on a very relaxed round. I also played the first couple of holes in my own little world as Roger worked with the ladies, taking time to adjust a few things with their stances or swings as we went along. On the fourth hole I hit a pretty good drive and fairway shot ending up a few yards in front of the green. I choked down on a seven iron, hitting a running shot into the uphill green, the ball broke toward the hole and with a last roll of effort eased over the edge of the cup.
“Yes!” I yelled a bit louder than I should have I know, but it had been a long time since I’d stuck a pitch to the green, let alone for a birdie. Granted it had started from the ladies tee, but it was still only three strokes!
“Helluva shot,” Roger called to me from across the fairway where he stood next to Sally.
“Yeah, show off, good shot,” Joan said as she walked by me. As she did she slapped me hard on the backside. “Nice butt today, by the way.” She whispered the latter.
“It’s all your anytime you want it.” I replied following behind her.
“You just keep your eyes and your butt, along with that protrusion of yours up front in check the rest of the day and we’ll see whether I wear your butt out tonight.” She added without looking back once and took her seat in the cart.
Three things here, first I was still stoked at my perfect golf shot, second she obviously noticed the attention I was paying our young lady golfer and third she was offering up the suggestion of a hot night in our bed that night. In both cases, I had another stirring working in my shorts by the time I sat down next to her in the cart.
Before I hit the accelerator I leaned over and tried to get a kiss.
“Just drive, Mr. Show-Off.” She stuck up her hand to my face.
When we all arrived up at the green the other three took putters in hand as I walked up and retrieved my ball then tended the pin for them. Joan putted first and missed by a couple feet on her first, but sank the second for a double bogey. Sally stepped up to her ball as she reached back and playfully fluffed the back of her short skirt. She must have sensed the attention, as the gal’s head slowly turned back, peering over her shoulder at me. Yes, this time I was on the right side for a nice view. Sally fluttered her eyes at me with what I swear was the very same coy expression on her face she’d given me back on the first tee. I know she caught me ogling, but she just grinned before she returned her attention to her ball and putt. She proceeded to make a nice smooth stroke and the ten-footer rolled along until it clanked into the bottom of the cup.
“Nice putt.” I complimented her.
“Thank you,” She replied as she walked to the hole then proceeded to bend over instead of kneeling down to retrieve her ball. I was sure neither of the other two could see what I saw from my vantage point. I also was certain Sally knew it. My face turned red as although I tried to avert my eyes, she remained bent over taking her time fishing her golf ball out of the cup. I was totally flustered as our little game of golf had suddenly jumped up a level as she delightfully allowed me a chance to check out her bare ass. When I mean ‘bare ass’ I mean a perfectly bared ass. She wasn’t wearing any underwear! No thong, no nothing.
I think I was in shock at that point, so much so to even think about getting a good stirring going in my shorts then. If my jaw didn’t drop it missed a good chance.
“Nice putt Sally.” I heard Joan say and looked up to see her giving little golf claps.
“Thank you,” the young woman said as she pranced off the green by me, “that felt really good, too.” As she walked by she smiled and batted her eyes and I swear took a glance at my crotch.
I was in a funk for the next several seconds trying to get the vision of a cute bared ass out of my brain. While I worked on that Roger putted. He actually missed his first putt, which may have been about twenty feet or so. But he still tapped in for a birdie.
“Okay, on to hole number five, coincidentally a par five ladies.” The pro said as I replaced the flag.
I got in our cart and Joan put her putter back in the bag and came around to join me. No sooner had she sat down than I hit the pedal and we lurched forward. She jerked back.
“What…in a hurry?” Joan blurted out.
“Sorry,” I offered. But still I couldn’t get Sally’s flashing me out of my head. I had to say something or I’d burst I knew it and honesty still reigned between my wife and I.
“You know how much I like it when you don’t wear panties?” I asked as we rolled along the cart path.
“What?” Joan looked at me very astonished at my abrupt comment. “What made you think of that all of a sudden?”
I smiled almost too broadly I knew, “Well I know someone who’s not.”
“Damn! No!” Joan’s head snapped forward to see Sally already standing on the side of the next tee box.
“Yep,” I still smiled as I looked ahead to Sally and her short skirt.
Joan got an even more shocked look on her face as we pulled up behind her, almost ogling between the young woman’s legs. “I don’t believe you.”
“I’d say ask your boyfriend Roger, as I think he was flashed before I was.”
Joan turned to me, stared hard into my eyes with that devilish squint of her and then punched me in the arm.
“What was that for?” I asked rubbing my arm.
“First, Roger is not my boyfriend…” she offered.
“Huh, yeah right,” I cut her off in mid-sentence, “from the looks you’ve been giving him, it’s a wonder you two haven’t found a nice secluded spot behind a tree to hump one another.”
Another slug in the arm. “Ouch!”
“That one was just for you being you,” Joan went on. “As I was saying, first Roger is not my boyfriend and second what are you doing looking up another woman’s dress?”
“Didn’t have much choice from where I was standing. The way she bent over, it was right there in front of my eyes.”
“And you couldn’t have been a gentleman and closed those leering eyes?”
“What, and miss the moon shot of the day?” I reached over and patted her thigh. “Of course, I still love your moon more.”
Joan slapped my hand away. “My earlier words still stand, keep your eyes and other parts in check. Although now I may take back the last thing and you may be on your own tonight, if you know what I mean.”
“Aww, come on. I can’t be blamed for looking.”
“Hurry up, Sally is hitting.”
Sally seemed to be hyped now from more than her game as she the killed the ball off the fifth tee. It was definitely her best drive of the day so far. It went straight and true over two hundred yards down the fairway. She came down off the tee box walked by me with a gleam in her eye, “Not a bad shot for a rookie huh?”
“Sure was.” I answered, feeling cocky, myself inspired by this young woman in more ways than one.
Joan’s drive was a different story however. She duffed her drive this time, knocking it maybe about twenty yards, if that, to just in front of the tee box.
I felt bad for her. “Time for a mulligan, I think. Is that okay, Roger?”
“Sure, like I said, we have no one pushing us and this is a lesson.” He looked up at my wife. “Take another one, Joan. Settle in this time. Remember what you’ve done on the first four holes today.”
“I thought I did.” Joan took a practice swing. “Just missed it somehow.”
I reached back into our golf cart and got her another ball. “Here you go.” I tossed it up to Joan.
She grabbed it in midair and proceeded to tee it up. She took her stance, went into her back swing and came back with what looked like a good follow-thru. Only she topped it again and this time it didn’t even make it off the tee box.
“Crap!” Joan practically spit out the only expletive I know she has in her vocabulary. She was getting pissed as she turned around to Roger, “Well, why is it doing that?”
“You’ve got a little hitch in your swing all of a sudden. You’ve started standing up. You straightened your knees and swayed your hips at the top of your back swing. When you do you come down too high on the ball.”
“So how do I keep from doing that?” she asked.
“Keep your knees bent. Don’t stand up,” he advised.
“Duh. But how?” Joan asked again.
Roger walked up to her and traipsed around her in a circle as she stood in her stance.
“Bend your knees further and straighten your elbow.” He said, and then he got behind her and put a hand on her hip. “Okay, now take a nice slow back swing and then follow through.”
Joan pulled the club back and took a practice swing.
“Better.” Roger offered. “But you’re still swaying your hips. Here.” He put a hand on her other hip. “Swing the club without moving your legs.”
As Roger was talking to my wife about her back swing, something in her eyes told me see she had other things on her mind as his hands touched her body. There was a very familiar dark, sensual look in those green eyes.
She grinned slightly as she took another practice swing.
“Nice, very nice.” Roger said still holding on to her hips.
Joan sighed very audibly, “Thank you.”
“Do it yourself now,” Roger said as he seemed to reluctantly remove his hands from my wife’s body.
Joan lost her earlier grin, as if disappointed, but she took another couple of practice swings.
“Okay, you’re ready. Here use one of my balls.” Roger said pulling a golf ball from his pocket and handed it to her.
Joan just looked at the little white dimpled ball in her hand for a few seconds before she looked back up at Roger. The look on her face was all telling. I knew her body must have warmed and steam should have been coming off her based on that look. She closed her palm around Roger’s golf ball and closed those pretty green eyes and took a huge breath that easily pushed her ample breasts out to the maximum. Those perked up nipples were as obvious as ever in that tight pink golf blouse. I didn’t look back at Roger at that point but as much as I was staring at my lovely wife and he was several feet closer I’m sure he got a much better view of those excited nipples and everything else of hers.
I think the both of us had quite an exhale at that point.
Joan finally tuned to tee up the ball and settled into her stance. She took her backswing, came down with the club and then there was that sweet thwack of a well hit ball. The little white dimpled sphere took off on a straight and level path to about two hundred yards out into the middle of the fairway.
“There you go, Joan.” Roger called out rather excitedly for being the pro I thought. Maybe he was just excited for having such a good pupil; yeah right…he was hot for my wife!
Joan dropped her driver, threw her arms up and did a little dance.
I smiled at her excitement, but when she started jumping up and down I really smiled more for another reason. I noticed her breasts were doing a nice dance of their own. I felt myself getting excited now, the swell inside my shorts getting along further than any other time that morning.
This time I did look over at Roger and his eyes were like ping pong balls bobbing up and down in similar motion to the bouncing of my wife’s boobs. I was beyond anything like jealously at this point. I was beginning to be excited for Roger getting excited over my Joan being excited.
Still another level had been attained in our golf game.
Back in our golf cart, as Joan and I rode along, I glanced over and saw her very erect nipples still pushing out sharp points through her top.
“Keep your eyes in your head, dear,” Joan chided. “And keep that little pickle of yours under control?”
I’d been caught twice over, once with my eyes on her luscious body and also my body reacting to hers.
“You just worry about your own game,” I grunted, trying to sound confident, even as my cock slowly swelled more, completely beyond my control by now.
“You just keep your hands and that thing,” she reached over and patted my crotch, “to yourself. I’m here to learn.” She gave me a little squeeze.
I flinched and nearly drove us off the cart path.
When we got to her ball she hopped out of the cart and shook her chest at me. All I could do was shake my head and smile.
I love my teasing wife.
I played the rest of that hole as well as the sixth and seventh in near constant sexual tension. The short rides in the golf cart started to include some light petting on the thigh or between her legs when she didn’t swat my hand away. By the time we got to the eighth tee I was as hard as I’d ever been with my clothes still on. At that point I could almost give a damn about the game, I just wanted in my wife’s pants! But I pushed my hard-on between my legs when I could and kept something like the cart or my club and golf gloved hand in front of my shorts as much as possible as we played.
We teed off on the eighth hole and all made our fairway shots. Joan and I both put our second shots safely up on the green and got back in the cart. I purposely let the other couple get off ahead of us and when they were a comfortable distance off I leaned over and kissed Joan on the lips. She didn’t brush me away this time. Instead she let our kiss grow from a gentle smooch to a more passionate tongue tangle. Before I knew what I was doing I was massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with one hand and sliding my fingers up the leg of her shorts with the other.
Next thing I know she’s pawing at my crotch and breaking our lip lock. She whispers, “Reach into my pants and feel how wet I am.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice and like I was eighteen again I roughly slipped my finger inside her shorts and passed her underwear. Joan was so very wet! I was sure those panties she wore would need a change before we could complete eighteen holes if she kept this up. Hell, if I kept it up I was going to drench my own shorts before long!
I was stroking her wet bushy pussy and sliding a second finger up inside her when she whispered in my ear…
“I wonder how long Roger’s cock is.”
My hand and finger stopped moving as I reared back to look at her. She was looking up the fairway toward the other couple who were at the green already. I could only grin knowing she was turning me on by being tuned by her handsome young golf pro.
I went back to teasing her between her legs and said, “I bet he’s at least eight, maybe nine inches? Probably more than you could handle.” Of course, I had no idea how long the guy was, but I figured I’d join in and make it worth her while fantasizing over him.
“Oh I’d sure give it my best try.” She said and then made me grunt as her hand squeezed my very own, very hard seven inches. I swore we were going to make one another cum right there in the eighth fairway. But Joan has the most reasonable head between the two of us and finally pushed me away.
“Best we get a move on. Roger and Sally are already up on the green with their putters. They might get suspicious.”
“Yeah, she may get a chance at his hard nine inch putter before you do.” I twisted my two fingers in her wet pussy before pulling them out.
She gave me a playful slap on the cheek. “Maybe we’ll share him.”
I only laughed and drove us on up to meet with the other couple.
In hindsight now, I should have taken a moment to make a show of it and enjoyed my wife’s taste by licking and sucking off those fingers I had so generously covered in her luscious sex juices. Instead I grabbed the wheel and smeared them there unknowingly for the cart boy back at the club house or maybe for the next lucky golfer to use it later that day.
As we pulled up I saw my ball had settled on the green about twenty feet from the hole. I turned to Joan and whispered, “How about a quick hand-job on the next hole if I sink this putt?”
Joan looked at me, up toward my ball and then I swear right into Roger’s eyes across the green before she replied. “Tell you what, if you sink that putt, I will take you back home, and give your cock a tongue bath.”
I probably should have been a bit angry at Joan turning her arousal at that very moment toward her young golf instructor. At least I should have been a little jealous finally, but I just smiled, “I’ll take anything I can get.”
I went around the back of our cart and got our putters. I handed her hers and we walked up to the green together. She reached her ball and I went on to my mine across the green with my mostly stiff manhood leading the way. I was beyond worrying about being seen now, after the way Sally had been flirting with me all morning and Roger only having eyes for his students and the more than occasional leer at my wife.
I was the furthest away so first to putt. I must have read the line for a couple of minutes, but I finally stood up to address the ball.
Joan called out behind me as I settled in, “Don’t leave it short.”
We both chuckled knowing she meant more than just my birdie putt.
I regained my focus, took my club back and made a smooth stroke, sending the little dimpled ball on its way. It seemed like forever before the ball reached the cup, then actually did a three sixty around the entire edge and lipped out to about a foot and a half away.
I literally fell to my knees as if in excruciating pain.
Joan walked up to me as I knelt on the putting surface, “Oh…poor baby.” She reached down to offer me a hand up.
I reached for her and although I felt like pulling her down and start making out like college kids right there on the short grass, I new the other couple may not take kindly watching me and my wife rolling around feeling each other up. Then again, how did I know they both weren’t just as horny as their older twosome?
“Better luck next time.” Joan whispered as she gave me a teasing wink before turning to walk back to her ball.
Joan ended up two-putting herself, but seemed content, especially as she proceeded to ogle Roger’s butt as he bent over to retrieve his ball from the cup after making a solid fifteen foot putt.
“So I guess I lost my chance again, huh?” I asked as Joan and I walked back to our cart.
“I wouldn’t say that.” She looked up at me as she came around the cart to put her putter away. No sooner than she had than she reached out to grab my erection through my shorts. “Going to need to do something about him.” She gave me a tight squeeze and I could feel the trickle of pre-cum slither down my thigh inside my boxers.
“Better watch out there,” I inhaled sharply. “You’ll get more than you bargained for, dear.”
“Don’t you worry; I’ll get what I want soon enough.” With that she released my manhood and gave it a little pat. “Now let him rest and shrink a bit before you have to tee off again. Wouldn’t want to scare the young lady over there.” Joan nodded over toward the other cart.
I looked and saw Sally looking back our way. She was smiling as she turned to get in her golf cart. She shimmied and shook before she smoothed her short skirt under her bottom to sit down. The lovely vision of her bare tush came to the forefront of my mind once again.
That did little to relieve the pressure and expanse in my shorts.
As we drove up to the next tee I stayed in the cart as the other three ventured up to the tee box.
Joan looked back at me with a knowing grin, “Jim, you sure you don’t want to go first?”
I could have gone up there and slapped that cheesy smirk off her pretty face. Long ago I swore to her Daddy long ago, when I asked for his permission to marry her, I would never even think about laying a hand on his little girl. Okay I violated the thinking part for the first time ever.
“Nah, you go right ahead, I’m gonna go over the scorecard a sec.” At which I pretended to make notations on our card as I adjusted my manhood in my shorts hoping it would shrink a little more before I had to stand up.
The other three teed off and luckily by the time my turn came around I was pretty much back to normal, if a little thick still. I teed up and drove the ball fairly straight, not long, but in the fairway. No sooner did I make it back into the golf cart than Joan looked at me and very commandingly said, “Take it out!”
“What?” I about floored the pedal and jerked us both out of the cart at the request.
“You heard me, take it out.” She kept her gaze on my crotch the whole time.
I didn’t need much encouragement at that point, but it was awkward trying to drive even a small golf cart and unzip at the same time. But I managed to pull my manhood out of my shorts. I was almost instantly stiff and hoping for more than a glance from my loving wife at that point. Sure enough, Joan bent over toward my cock and I held my breath. But instead of taking me in her mouth she simply licked up the pre-cum drooling out the tip and gave my cockhead a kiss. She then sat up and stuck that naughty pink tongue out at me. “Now put that thing away.”
“No, you can’t…” I knew I mewed like a little baby.
“If you don’t you’re going to put on a good show for our golf partners.” Joan said and motioned ahead.
She was right as I didn’t realize I had sped up and we were only a few yards from the other couple that had stopped for Sally’s ball in the fairway. I shoved him back in my shorts the best I could, came to a stop and hopped out quickly getting around to the back of the cart to finish arranging him in my boxers and zipping back up.
As I stood, regaining my composure, I just knew I would never be able to swing a club now as hard as I still was.
But I did and not bad at that. Not my very best fairway wood of the day, but it was down the right toward the green. The wood between my legs was still feeling fine as I watched Joan take her shot and I subtly rubbed it through my shorts. Thoughts of golf rapidly gave way to more lustful pursuits. As my wife walked back to the cart she caught me and gave me another knowing wink.
I gave her an exaggerated wink back. Joan sat their proudly with shoulders back and a bright, sunny smile on her face, as if nothing was amiss. But those huge pebbles poking through her blouse said it all about her own arousal.
We moved up with our cart and watched Sally set up for her third shot. She made her shot and hopped back in the cart with Roger. We all then made it up to the ninth green and finished putting.
As I walked back to the cart I was torn between joining our two fellow golfers at the tenth tee or grabbing Joan by the belt loops and getting her home to make passionate love for the rest of the day!
“Jim, how about we switch twosomes on the back nine?” Roger asked in the middle of my lust filled thought. “I think I should ensure I give Joan as much personal time on her game as I’ve given Sally the front nine.”
I immediately looked over at my wife and saw the ear to ear grin on her face as she gazed at the pro. I knew her answer. I then looked back at Sally and saw a very similar grin on her pretty face as she gave me that up and down, once over gaze. Obviously that look was telling me something, too.
“Uh, sure. I’m willing to swap. I mean…” Damn if I didn’t say out loud what I was thinking inside, “I mean, I get you. Teaching is the priority today.”
With that as both ladies looked on still grinning broadly, Roger and I took their respective golf bags and swapped them between carts.
Sally came over and sat down softly in my cart, now our cart. “I think I’m going to have more fun on the back side.” She smiled up at me and wiggled her bottom into the vinyl seat.
I swallowed hard. “Uh, you mean back nine.”
“Sure, whatever.” Sally batted her eyelashes. “I feel like I’ll loosen up more now.”
I swallowed extra hard and hit the pedal to follow behind the other two.
Looking ahead at Joan jabbering away with her young golf pro right beside her I knew for some not so subtle reason more than Joan’s competitive juices came alive as we made the turn and headed for the tenth tee and the back nine.
* * * * *
After my drive off the tenth tee I was about a hundred fifty yards from the hole. That was my favorite distance for a good solid seven iron. I took a smooth swing and landed it right in the heart of the green. So I was happy. But Sally flubbed her second shot and it only went about twenty yards. Her next made it only to the front edge of the green.
“Damn it!” Sally said as she pounded her iron into the ground. She was not having a very good start on the back nine.
“Settle back in, its just one hole.” I said, guiltily enjoying her backside which was still as cute and hot as ever!
“I know, but I thought I was on a roll. The last couple felt good.” As she walked back toward me and the cart, he gaze lowered and the frown went from an awful frown to a more cheery smile.
I didn’t have to look down myself to know what she was eyeing. I could feel it.
She put her club back and then jumped in the cart beside me. Without a word we moved up to meet the other twosome we watched Joan take a smooth swing with her iron and saw her ball land just short of the green, split the two sand bunkers and roll up the center of the putting surface. The ball took a little hop and scurried up toward the hole. We all watched as it rolled and finally clanked against the flagstick before it slid down into the cup.
Joan immediately threw a fist in the air and with a whoop of joy shook her chest back and forth, giving our group another show, or at least Roger and I anyway. I know Roger was enjoying a wonderful view of my wife’s breasts because another couple of buttons on her top had mysteriously come undone somewhere since the tenth tee. I was pretty proud of my wife for her golf shot plus being so boldly daring to expose all that generous amount of cleavage like that.
Joan was exceedingly ecstatic, so much so she turned around, grabbed Roger and hugged him. I could almost feel for myself those hefty boobs and very hard nipples rubbing into my chest for the lucky young man. Did I ever know what he was feeling! If the kid hadn’t had a good hard-on before he had to have one by then.
From that point on in the back nine it was hard not to notice how much more attention Roger was giving my wife and how little was being given the young woman riding with me. Although I was making up for it as I gave the girl my near full attention in another fashion. So much so, I could feel my cock get heavy each time she stood there in front of me to take her shots. And on the way back to out cart I made no effort to try and hide it anymore.
By the thirteen tee I was truly hyped and needing an outlet for my pent up sexual tension. It wasn’t going to be a good healthy jerk off out there in front of the group so I decided to take it out on the poor defenseless little golf ball. I pulled out my driver and took a mighty swing, wanting to crush the thing. But funny thing in game of golf, the harder you swing sometimes, the poorer the resulting shot all too often. In this case, I almost missed the ball and topped it so badly that it barely made it off the tee box itself.
Joan almost doubled over she laughed so hard. When she regained her composure, she looked at me very seriously and said, “You know what that means don’t you?”
I looked at my ball sitting only several feet from where we stood. “No. What?”
“You didn’t make it passed the ladies’ tee.” The serious look became a gleeful gaze and a wink.
Then it hit me what she was saying. My face drained of blood.
There’s an old unwritten joke between guys that if your drive doesn’t pass the women’s tee you have to play the rest of the hole with your penis sticking out. But how in the hell did she know about that silly rule?
“I teed off from the women’s tee. So I’m already by it.” I said trying to sound unfazed and bent over to pick up my tee.
“I don’t think so, I think the rule is to hit passed the whole tee box, passed the lady’s box.” Joan grinned wider and licked her lips seductively. “So? Do it.”
“What? No way!” I stuttered.
“Yep,” she smiled wickedly.
Roger knew what she was talking about as he about busted out laughing before putting his gloved hand to his mouth.
Poor Sally was the one left out of the joke. “What are you guys talking about?”
Joan walked up beside the younger woman and looking me up and down said, “He has to play this hole with his little guy hanging out!”
“What?” Sally squealed and immediately looked down at my crotch. Her gloved hand went to her mouth, too, but I could still see the broad grin behind it along with the wide eyes as she continued to stare at the front of my shorts.
“Sorry, no way I’m doing that.” I said as confidently I could.
“It’s the rule.” Joan matter of factly stated.
I looked over at Roger for some support here. He just shrugged his shoulders, the golf glove still securely clenched between his teeth.
“Uh, yeah, if it’s the rule.” Sally chimed in grinning, still not so subtly looking down at my crotch. “Us girls are trying to be good golfers and follow all the rules.” She finally looked up into my face and had the cheekiest grin on hers. “You men are supposed to set the example.”
“We’ll even let you hit your tee shot again if you do.” Joan mockingly conceded.
I didn’t know how to respond. I just stared at my wife. She was serious.
When I looked back over at Sally I thought to myself, I should do it for her and see just how perturbed it would make Joan. I’d turn the tables on Joan and pull my cock out and give this young lady a free peek and possibly long anticipated thrill for the day.
I no sooner dropped my club and reached for the fly of my shorts, when I guess Joan realized I was going to take her dare.
“Wait!” She screamed.
My hand stalled on my zipper. “What? A second ago you were cheering me on to let myself hang out.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d really do it.”
“Aw, come on, he can do it,” Sally abruptly interjected. I swear she did a little happy dance as she stood there with her legs wobbling and her hips rocking to and fro.
I just stood there in front of them both with my hand over my most male part starting to grow in some sort of anticipation. “Do I get my shot again,” I said looking at Sally first before looking back at my wife, “if I keep it in my pants, then?”
“Yes, yes, just hit again.” Joan nearly squealed excitedly, a streak of crimson across both cheeks.
I picked up my driver and pulled out the extra ball I usually carry in my pocket and teed it up. My heart rate was way up, my palms were sweaty and my cock was still swollen, but I was determined to hit a better shot. I tried hard to focus. But for some reason I could sense both women staring at the bulge in my shorts. Even so, somehow I was able to hit a decent shot despite the pressure in my swinging member. It went fairly straight and a good two hundred plus yards, not long but better.
As I looked down though I noticed my cock was very obviously pushing out under my shorts.
The next couple of holes were a total free for all of flirting.
On fifteen, setting up for Joan’s approach shot, Roger was giving a very personal lesson again as Sally and I pulled up beside them. He had his arms around Joan, gripping her club, presumably checking out her grip, his big hands all over her smallish ones. His crotch was pushed against her ass but Joan made no motion to resist. In fact it looked as though she was even moving her cute butt back and forth across him slightly as she adjusted her stance.
My cock twitched at the familiar feeling that evoked.
I also quickly realized her movements were as much for my benefit as it was for her and Roger as I got a little wink when she caught me ogling her. I wasn’t going to deny myself, or her, the satisfaction of watching her with her hunky golf pro. Besides I knew this would make for bedding her as soon as we got home more certain and much more enjoyable. I remembered how wet she was several holes back when I had my fingers in her. I could only imagine how soaked those panties of hers were then.
Somehow we putted out that hole without incident and made it to the sixteenth tee without too much more exhibitionism. But as I teed up my ball, Joan whispered, “Keep your head in the game, dear; the one on your shoulders I mean.”
“You keep that cute hot butt from my view and I might.” I grinned and proceeded to step up and hook my tee shot off to the left. I looked back and glared at my wife who gave me that ‘What did I do?’ face as she subtly but very sexily licked her lips once again and walked up to tee up her ball.
Oh, this was getting serious, I thought. If she thought she could tease me like this without repercussions, she had better think again. She proceeded to hit the hell out of her ball again, straight and true. I smiled as I went and put my club in my bag and she came back to do the same.
As Roger teed off I whispered to Joan, “Let’s just finish this hole and then make some excuse to go back to the clubhouse. Then we get home so I can make love to you.”
Joan made a face as if thinking hard about that and then she said, “Well, maybe, but I’m more than ready to do it somewhere before we get home.”
And damn if she didn’t say that while looking straight up at her teaching pro. Even so it excited me to no end what she just alluded to and I could hardly think straight myself now. I’m sure that contributed to my next shot, a high slice that headed deep into the trees back on the right.
“Not a good start on this hole, huh Jim?” Sally commented as I walked back around the golf cart and shoved my iron back in my bag.
“Not really,” I replied pretty steamed at my failure to get anywhere in my last two shots.
“I bet you’d have more luck with that other big club of yours.”
I may have been ticked at myself a second ago, but when I heard those words and looked over to see Sally’s smile with her version of a seductive tongue swipe across her lips. Golf became a fleeting and secondary thought compared to the arousal I suddenly felt.
“I’ve seen you looking at me…down there.” I said as I sat in the seat next to her. “Like what you’ve seen so far?” I smiled back and hit the accelerator.
“Do I ever get to see more?” She asked as we drove along the cart path. And when I looked over I saw her sliding her short skirt up even higher. “I know you’ve seen mine.”
My foot pushed the pedal down more and we sped along the paved trail. “Well, officially I’ve only seen your backside.”
As I watched her hands slide the hem of her skirt up a little further my heart rate sped up this time. Then abruptly she smoothed her skirt back over her thighs.
“Well, we might just have to remedy that here shortly. But right now we need to get to our next shots.” She nodded ahead.
I looked up and realized we were about to pass her golf ball. I hit the brake a bit too hard and nearly sent Sally through the front of the cart. She caught herself and sat back.
“Hmmm, I think your wife is right your head is somewhere else.”
“Maybe, but you better go hit your ball, before we both get in trouble and hold up the other two.”
“Oooo, is that a promise!” The young woman giggled and went to the back of the cart to select a club.
As we stood in the fairway, I fully intended to ignore what had just transpired and concentrate on my game, at least until I could get through eighteen holes and get Joan alone. But as Sally set-up for her next shot, I had another perfect view of her sweet backside. She looked over her shoulder at me this time and gave me a mock ‘Don’t watch, you dirty old man’ look, then she bent over a little further and gave me an obvious waggle of her bottom. She knew I was looking and me knowing she knew it that made it even more exciting.
I, however, was not prepared for what was in store for me when she abruptly bent over straight-legged to move a twig out of the way of her ball. Her skirt rode up further than it had all day and I was presented with an all new view of the nicest, tightest bared buns. But even that was not the end of it as her right leg left the ground when she over-balanced which caused her to spread those sexy legs. I suddenly got the beaver shot of all beaver shots! She wasn’t totally bare down there, in the sense of being fully shaved, but the little hair I could see did nothing to hide the luscious view of her pink lips…and how pink and wet they were!
Sally stood back up slowly and smoothed her skirt down over her backside. She was definitely in full tease-mode and I was helpless to resist. She got into her golf stance, with just the right width between her feet, took a nice slow back swing and lofted the ball right into the middle of the fairway.
The petite young woman turned around to look at me, “How was that? Did I do it right?”
“Uh… yeah,” I managed staring at her face surprisingly.
She turned back and I couldn’t help but focus on that sashaying butt of hers again.
My mind was running a mile a minute trying to keep pace with the blood flow to my penis. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew I’d been watching her bend over and exactly what I could see when she did. There was no mistake here. For the life of me I could only think of one way to interpret this. She had purposely teased me and made good on her promise to give me a full view of her naked pussy! How far was she going with this?
She got back into the golf cart and we headed out to the fairway.
“Well?” she asked after a moment.
“Well what?” I shrugged now playing coy myself.
“I know you saw, or rather didn’t see.” She gave me the flirtiest grin of the day so far.
“Um…I knew you weren’t wearing any underwear.” I said and swallowed hard.
“So?” she asked. “Did you see anything else missing?”
“If you mean the nice trim job you have, of course, noticed that too.” My sweaty palms gripped the wheel that much tighter.
“And?” The woman squirmed on the seat again, her thigh bumping mine.
“Oh it was fine.” I replied trying not to be too foolishly teenager-like. “Nothing wrong with that one.”
She dropped her eyes to my crotch, “Nothing wrong with that either.”
I didn’t have to look down to know I had a very visible bulge again.
But about that time we came up on my wife and her hunky golf pro.
Turns out Roger had already put his ball up on the green, surprise, surprise. Joan’s shot had ended up short and to the right of the green. She turned and walked back toward me. As she came up, she gave me a wink, and slipped her hand down the front of my shorts then traced a fingernail back up the side of my stiff cock. “That thing is very distracting. In fact, I think your girlfriend over there is gonna have an orgasm just staring at your boner,” she giggled.
I immediately looked up and caught Sally staring at me, waggling her pink tongue between her lips.
Roger came walking up behind Joan, “Just a nice easy chip now Joan. Take it back slow, okay?”
Joan stepped up to her ball, “I will. I’m good at slow.”
As Roger walked by me and Sally, I realized I wasn’t the only excited male in this foursome. I could see an obvious bulge in the front of his creased golf pants. Knowing how hot Joan already was and also knowing how wet she was earlier I started to wonder if she could resist this man if he really wanted her. I knew she wanted him!
As the other two headed up to the green, Sally and I drove off to find my ball in amongst the trees. We looked all over for that damn thing and I even got out to walk between the trees while she drove around. I was just about to give up and go drop a ball at the edge of the fairway when I looked up ahead and saw Joan and Roger had not gone to the green but had pulled their cart into the woods, too.
I walked up quietly and heard Joan talking.
“Just what did you have in mind?” She asked Roger.
She also looked past him and I know saw me. She didn’t acknowledge she did to him. But the look was enough for me to see her eyes and the dark sensual look in them I’d seen many times before. I was immediately embarrassed and excited at the same time. These two were beyond flirting. Roger may have been overwhelmed but my sexy wife was trying hard to seduce the golf pro!
Joan leaned across and was about to kiss him, when he suddenly stopped her. “What about your husband?”
“Oh, don’t worry about Jim,” my wife continued, her voice deep and husky, “he loves to watch! Besides I think he and Sally have been eyeing one another since the first tee.”
It was true about Sally for sure, but I don’t know how she knew I’d love to watch her and Roger get busy. We’d never done anything like that before. The closest may have been when we coincidentally dated a brother and sister in college before we had dated and made out in separate rooms of the same girl’s dorm suite.
By the look of things now, it seemed likely that I was to be treated to a live performance!
Right then I heard a golf cart come up behind me. It was Sally. She pulled up beside me, “Did you find your ball?”
“No, but I found something else.” I nodded ahead at the two wannabe lovers.
I also saw the shocked look on Roger’s face as he saw me now.
“Calm down young man.” I called out to him. “I’m not here to bust your chops. I think Joan has you where she wants you right now, so I’ll just defer to her wants.”
“Do you mind if he touches me, dear?” Joan glanced over at me as if really seeking my approval was what she was after. She had obviously made up her mind already. But as soon as she saw the wide grin on my face she knew she had her answer.
I looked at Roger who looked a lot unsure still.
“Hell, it’s not as if you haven’t been touching her already, Roger. She’s obviously been waiting on you to make a move.”
As I finished, Joan stood, dropped her shorts. Even from several feet away I could see the huge wet spot in the crotch of her white cotton undies. She bent over stepped out of her damp panties. She was instantly and gloriously nude from the waist down. She was a gorgeous sight in her little white socks and golf shoes and pink top. As I admired my wife’s body from afar, Roger was enjoying it up close.
“Come and get it young man.” My wife offered in the most seductive order I’d ever heard.
Roger didn’t even bother to look back at me for any approval this time. He dropped in front of her and put his hands on her thighs and started gently pushing her legs apart. Joan spread her feet almost as if she were getting into her golf stance, her golf shoes digging into the turf. Roger’s large hands moved to the top of each thigh and his thumbs began rubbing through her thick, dark bush. She squirmed around as I assume he had found her clit, obviously driving her wild almost immediately. She reached out for his head and drew him in. He needed no further invitation and dove for her wet pussy with his tongue and face.
In seconds he was licking her with complete abandon and I could hear the wet sucking and slurping sounds.
“Looks like they have other things than golf on their minds now,” I said and looked back at my pretty young golf companion.
For some reason I was not totally surprised to see Sally standing there with her legs spread and her skirt pulled up. But different form Joan the younger woman had also peeled off her top and bra, although she did still have on her golf socks and shoes, too.
A single finger traced over her very pink, very wet pussy lips.
I admit I was left speechless with my mouth wide open, which only seemed to amuse her.
“Like what you see, huh?”
I couldn’t take it any more. I approached the cart she was leaning up against in all her beautiful nudity and ran my hands all over her young lithe body. Even without the support of her bra her breasts stood up proudly on her chest, her perfect roundness still enjoying the fitness of relative youth. I also noticed they were not the milky white color my wife’s were. Sally’s breasts were just as brown as the rest of her body. This sun goddess laid out naked for her tan and that alone got a mighty twitch out of the hard-on in my shorts. Her breasts weren’t huge or anything, but her nipples were brown and swollen, sticking out like they wanted to be sucked.
They were calling to me.
I reached up and covered them with my hands. They felt so good. I got a sweet murmuring out of her as I kneaded them. Immediately my mouth was all over her heaving breasts and I eagerly sucked one of her nipples. Sally held my head and moaned out her lust filled response to my advances. Apparently she was as hot as Joan was, because as soon as I started working her pussy with a single finger I found her as wet as my wife had ever felt to me down there. I pressed her up against the golf cart fingering her nearly bare pussy and sucking hard on a nipple.
“Oh yes, I needed this so much.” Sally breathed in my ear as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“Mmmm,” I mumbled, with my mouth devouring her nipple as I stuck a second and then a third finger up into her body. She was so hot and wet.
She rode my fingers bouncing on them until suddenly and without warning she let out a loud grunt and hunched her hips sharply forward. Her nipple swelled between my lips as she hunched again on my thrusting fingers and she let out a very breathy sigh.
She had cum, abruptly and quickly. How did I know? She didn’t just cum she literally gushed! It ran down over my fingers and hand, then over her thighs. I can only assume it was so quick, too quick for her as she kept moving on my fingers. So I flicked my thumb over her clit.
“Oh yes, do it faster! Oh, yes, oh yes…I’m gonna cum again!”
I felt her body build up to another orgasm. It only took a few more good strokes and she came again, this time without the waterworks but with an even louder scream. I’m sure if there had been anyone else on the course they would have heard her.
“Oh my gosh…that was great!” Sally called out, breathing hard, my three fingers still buried in her, feeling the contractions subsiding.
“Glad you think so. My wife usually does, too.” I chuckled as I slipped my fingers from inside her body and kissed up her chest to her neck.
“What’s so funny?” She asked me as she ran her hand through my hair.
I pointed between her legs at the side of the golf cart and smear of her cum juices.
“Oh!” She spread her legs a little further to get a better look. “It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t gotten me so worked up on the course I wouldn’t have made such a huge mess.”
“I accepted the blame for that delicious mess. You’re such a golf hottie I couldn’t control myself.” I kissed her neck and looked across the way to see Joan’s head lolled backward enjoying every second of her new lover’s attention.
Now I need to say here that Joan and I aren’t total strangers to outdoor sex, but it’s usually limited to late nights on a dark beach or out back on our deck, places where there is less chance of being caught. That afternoon on the golf course was more brazen than I had ever seen Joan before.
I was brought out of the thoughts of my lovely wife when my new friend began to undo my belt buckle. Her fingers moved deftly as they slid the zipper down and her hand slipped inside the warm confines of my boxers.
“I think I need to work on my golf grip. I’m not sure I still have it quite right. Roger says I grip the club too tightly.” She reached in for my hardening cock. “Ooo, I think I found a nice stiff club to practice with. You tell me if I hold it too tightly.”
She gripped my cock with both hands, firmly but not too tight. She even used the interlocking fingers just like she would in her normal golf club grip. “How does it feel?” She asked.
“Uh, perfect” I groaned as she began to firmly but smoothly stroke me.
As I was about to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling I heard a rustling a few feet away. I looked over and watched as Joan knelt in the grass, her hands going to Roger’s belt as he leaned against back against a tree. My wife was obviously in control as she unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. She shoved his pants and boxers down around his knees and was staring right at the monster of a cock that bounded out.
“It’s beautiful,” I could here Joan say, “as I knew it would be.”
Hmmm, how interesting it is when you find out your wife has been thinking about another man’s cock that much and then has completed her plan to find out exactly what it looked like. Hell, even I was mesmerized at the huge specimen of manly cock. The sucker was huge! I briefly wished I had a ruler and could find out if Joan was actually seeing a real nine inch cock, it really looked that long. His huge cock head speared my wife’s sex lips and she accepted him with an audible exhale. I watched as his cock disappeared into my wife’s mouth and then with a determined thrust of his hips he sent more of his extreme length slipped between those sexy lips.
Joan moaned loudly as she took all of him she could.
Watching my wife suck this young man was the most erotic thing I’d see in a long time.
At that very same moment I heard my own groan as my cock was engulfed by a hot wet mouth. My knees gave way slightly as I looked down to see Sally’s lips surrounding my hard shaft. She slid down and back up leaving my hard shaft shiny wet.
“Mmm, he taste’s mighty good, Jim,” Sally said looking up at me. She winked before going back down on my erect manhood. She licked and sucked my hard shaft as she gently caressed my balls. I put my hands on her shoulders and she sank down to her knees. I could tell very quickly she didn’t need a lesson for what she was doing there. She licked the swollen head of my fully hard cock as she continued to stroke me. When she took me in her mouth and started sucking really hard I was sure I’d cum right then and there, but she was so good she sensed that and slipped her wet mouth off my cock and moved down to my balls and began sucking on them. She was able to fit both of them in her mouth together.
I groaned out even louder. My eyes shut tight as I reveled in what was an incredible blow job.
“Good, isn’t she?” Roger called out abruptly.
“So you’ve experienced this before, huh?” I returned and looked over at him and my wife.
“Oh yeah.” Roger muttered and whether it was more as an affirmative response or a reaction to my wife giving him one fantastic blowjob I might never know.
“Well, I wonder if he’s ever experienced anything like this.” Joan abruptly said as she lay back down in the grass and spread her legs wide in invitation. She looked up at her young stud and looked up at his hard cock which was hard, tall and twitching. It was also dripping with the saliva bath she had just given it.
Joan smiled broadly as if totally proud of herself. “Come on, Roger!” My wife cooed from under him. “Time to slide that nice hard shaft up my cunt!”
I guess that was probably the first time that sort of language, that word, had ever come out of the pretty mouth of my beautiful wife or at least as far as I had ever heard. It was also the first time I’d ever heard her tell someone other than me to put a hard cock in her. Rational thought didn’t exist at this point; truly my only thought was Joan deserved this monster of a cock and I truly did want to watch.
“Do it, dude!” I heard myself call out as if I was an innocent bystander or maybe I was a cheerleader.
Roger wasted no time taking his place. He knelt between Joan’s thighs his very impressively hard cock extending out below that set of rock hard abs of his, that ‘flat belly’. He moved in closer and pushed his cock against her bushy dark pussy curls.
I realized that hard rod was not only the longest cock but now it looked incredibly thick. I swear it looked like a baseball bat trying to wedge itself into my wife’s dense dark bush. But if Joan was the slightest bit afraid or nervous herself she sure didn’t show it. She simply reached down and guided that long thick pole into her hot wet sex. She must have been truly, thoroughly wet as it only took two stuttered thrusts before Roger was fully buried in her pussy.
Joan closed those beautiful green eyes and sighed. “Oh my, oh dear, yes…this is so wonderful!”
In no time Joan was comfortable with Roger’s big cock as she had her legs wrapped up around his back and thrusting upward to meet him. Faster and faster he stroked, pushing hard into her.
It was amazing to watch.
The whole time I had been enjoying the feeling of being sucked by a beautiful woman with a warm breeze on my exposed skin. Sally worked my cock in and out of her mouth running her tongue around my head and licking my shaft. She was so great at it. At times I could see the outline of her tongue working busily inside her mouth, stroking the underside of my shaft. With agonizing slowness, she drew my cock back out from her hollowed cheeks and past her puckered lips, a thin trail of saliva connected us from the tip to her lower lip.
With a devilish grin, she looked up at me, “I just love a hard cock!”
“I love that you love a hard cock.” I watched hypnotized, as the stream of saliva bobbed up and down off her full lower lip. “And I’m glad its mine right now.”
Sally tipped her head back, shut her eyes, and once more took my cock through her waiting lips.
Dumfounded, I watched as she continued past the previous depth, forcing her lips deep down to the base of my shaft. She let out a muffled moan, squeezing my cock in her throat.
My head fell back in pure lust and pleasure.
Then I heard Joan groaning.
My eyes shot open and I saw Roger pounding into my wife and saw Joan’s face tensing as she does right before she cums. Now she doesn’t usually cum just from intercourse but Roger’s enormous cock must have been big enough to rub all the right spots. Once again she moaned aloud, unable to control herself it seemed. I knew from experience her pussy was clamping down even tighter on Roger’s massive cock. I watched her hand go between her legs and she furiously began rubbing her clit as Roger slammed his body down onto her. The young man kept a fast and steady pace until I saw the waves ripple through my wife’s whole body as she undulated there in the grass. Her legs started to tremble, her body shook, and her hair tossed back and forth over her face. She growled low in her throat and I knew the time of ecstasy was at hand for her. The growl increased in fervor until it became a high pitched wail.
“Oh, yessssss…oh yessssss…” she called out as she climaxed.
Pure lust was written all over Roger’s face and it looked like he was on the very edge of blowing of his load in no time at all, but damn if the young man didn’t have stamina! He was bucking at a frantic pace and his own moaning got steadily louder.
So did Joan’s and I could sense she was near another orgasm.
I felt my climax building as Sally sucked me with an equal abandon and damn it felt so good. But I fought to hold off just a little longer. I had to watch my wife finish cumming.
Roger finally grunted out, “I’m gonna fill you up get ready for it!”
“Yes, give it to me! Give it all to me.” Joan reared up and grasped the stud’s butt cheeks and squeezed. “Oh yesssssss, again…I’m cumming again! Yessssssss!”
As if on cue, Roger’s body tensed and he came. Although his stroking slowed a bit, he still shoved hard into my wife’s quivering body. “Arrrggghhh! Oh…uggggh, yessss.”
After a few more hard strokes, Roger collapsed on top of Joan, both of them held each other tightly as they jerked against one another, my wife still squeezing his butt I’m sure trying to coax every last ounce of pleasure out of their bodies.
Right then, Sally started to hum lightly as she sucked me and it sent the most amazing vibrations up my cock. I braced my hands on the golf cart roof to keep my balance. As she continued to send sweet sensations up my hard shaft I looked down and saw Sally’s big brown eyes staring back at me with my cock speared between her pretty lips. I eased my hips up and back.
I was just about there.
Then suddenly Sally took me from her mouth. She licked her lips and looked me straight in the eyes and purred, “Cum on my face, Jim.” With that said, she double fisted me with my cock pointed right at her nose.
I held my breath for a second and it happened.
The cum erupted from the tip of my cock in a virtual torrent. It splashed Sally’s nose and cheek with the first two shots and then I had to close my eyes out of sheer ecstasy. My breathing came in huge spurts as I felt my cum shoot out of my cock again and again.
“Oh my!” I heard the voice as if it was in the distance. I then realized it was Sally calling out as she still knelt in front of me.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Damn!
Sally had done a real number on me and damn if I didn’t do a number on her face. One large spurt was pooled between her pursed lips. And as I saw her eyes blink rapidly as one forceful stream had obviously made a direct hit there, leaving a large globule clinging to her eyelid and long lashes. She smiled as she looked up at me and opening her lips my cum slipped inside, sticking to her pearly white teeth. She puckered her lips and noisily sucked in to make a show running her long tongue around her lips, finally making an exaggerated swallow.
As I stood there weak in the knees I thought back to all the wild things Joan and I’d done in the name of fun and sex, but this was the ultimate, at least in public and with other lovers.
Golf and sex, two of my favorite things. Could life get any better?
Suddenly I heard the sound of a golf cart in the distance.
I looked back and saw a couple guys driving towards us from the fairway.
“Oh shit! We’ve got an audience.” I called out to everyone.
Seemingly unfazed, my cum dripping from her face, Sally sucked the last drops from my deflated cock.
“Yea, we’d have put on a pretty good show for them if they had gotten here a minute or two earlier.” Joan replied back.
I looked over and saw Roger roll off of my wife and nervously grab for his pants to pull them up.
Joan got up slowly, stretching as she stood. She looked so wonderfully sexy at that moment, still naked from the waist down, only now her dark bush was matted with Roger’s saliva and cum.
“Yeah, if they had gotten here a couple minutes earlier they’d have seen Roger sink a spectacular hole in one.” I grinned and winked back at Joan.
We all picked up clothes and straightened up. The sated golf pro helped Joan pull her shorts on. Sally was pulling her blouse down over her head just before the cart and two golfers came through the last stand of trees.
“Uh, sorry we didn’t know anyone was still playing the hole.” One of the men said as they pulled to a stop next to our cart.
“Uh, no problem.” I replied and looked at the rest of my foursome so obviously disheveled. “We were just taking a break.”
“Yeah,” Roger chimed in. “We didn’t think anyone was supposed to be playing behind us before the charity tournament.”
“Oh, yeah that,” The gray haired gentlemen said, “well we talked Bill the starter in letting us run a few holes before they got started with the tourney.” At the last of his words I noticed he looked past me and his eyes widened some.
I looked back and saw Sally sitting beside me smiling. A couple traces of my cum were still streaked on her cheek. Obviously the old guy had noticed.
“You go ahead and play through,” Joan said as she walked up beside Sally and then added, “unless of course you need a break too!” She then reached out and with her finger wiped some of my cum off the young woman’s cheek. She proceeded to put her finger in her mouth and suck it off. “Mmmmm.”
Until that very moment I didn’t realize how strong the aroma of sex was all about us. I was almost afraid to look back at the two strangers wondering what they were thinking. I instead look up at Joan who appeared to be throwing them a very wicked grin.
She was obviously enjoying being an object of their attention.
“Uh, thank you.” The old guy said and then they drove back off through the trees.
Silence reigned for just another moment until en masse the mutual laughter of our foursome burst forth. I swear they had to have heard us all the way back at the clubhouse!
Last Monday most certainly had been an extraordinary day and I was certainly sated through Sally’s talented efforts. We didn’t finish our game that day but returned to the clubhouse. Roger and Sally went on their way, together. Joan and I barely made it in the door back home before we were all over one another. After an energetic romp on the foyer rug, then living room couch we finally retired to our bed and made love once more in a more paced and gentle way…
Now that Joan and I play golf together I’ve tried to get her to play bare ass under her skirt but she’s never obliged me. But I have gotten a blow job while sitting in the cart after shanking a shot into the woods.
Golf has become a whole new experience!