The Country Club my husband and I are members of hosts an annual tournament the second weekend in September, ending with a fun night of drinks, dancing, and light dinner in the club house.
As a forty year old married mother of two, it gives my husband and I a chance to dress up and see most of our friends all in one place, and enjoy ourselves. My husband was quite dashing in his sport coat, dress pants, white shirt and tie. I wore a long navy blue dress which tied at the back of my neck, had a somewhat revealing v-neck, open back and flattered my 36D-26-38 figure, with matching thong and three inch heels.
My life long friend Sharon is married to the manager and golf-pro Tom greeted us when we arrived, and after hugs from her and Tom, she asked my husband if he was wearing his dancing shoes telling him she was ready to dance.
Neither Tom or I danced to anything other than the slow songs, and he laughed telling my husband Sharon had been waiting for him. After giving me a hug Tom had left his arm around my waist, and when he let go he patted my backside gently, telling me he really liked my dress before he went to greet another couple at the door.
My husband and I got drinks from the bar, fixed a plate, watching the the short awards ceremony and talked with some friends who were seated with us.
The lights were dimmed and the DJ started playing beach music, Sharon came over and said she was ready to shag, and led my husband out on the floor, so I excused myself to go powder my nose, and get another drink from the bar on my way back.
While I waited at the bar for my drink watching Sharon dance with my husband, Tom walked over and ordered two shots of tequila and said hello sexy, turning kapaklı escort to watch our spouses dance.
Tom is an attractive man, and whenever he has a few drinks he gets very flirtatious, and brave enough to make suggestive comments. When my drink was ready, and Tom’s shots were poured he handed one to me said cheers, and we did them together before I took my drink and turned back watching the dance floor. The music was a little loud, and with all the laughter and talking from the crowd, Tom and I were standing close, leaning towards one another to talk. He ordered two more shots, and when our conversation started again, I felt his very large right hand on the small of my back, and when he leaned towards me to talk, his hand dropped to my backside patting a few times, and when I didn’t say anything, or move away he gave it a firm squeeze, and told me I had a great ass.
Sharon and Tom didn’t have any idea about my husband and I being in an open marriage, and I wanted to keep it that way. But the drinks and Toms large strong hands were getting me a little worked up, so I told him if he didn’t stop we were going to get in trouble.
Tom smiled as his ran his finger up between the cheeks of my rear end and said it was getting stuffy inside saying we should go outside for some fresh air, after which we danced to a slow song with our respective spouses, had a drink with them at the bar while the DJ took a short break and went back to playing more beach music leaving Tom and I at the bar again watching my husband and Sharon dancing.
This time Tom leaned in asking if we could go outside, while he slipped his hand under the open back of my dress, his fingers pressed against the karabağlar escort side of my breast. I was sitting on a barstool, holding my drink in both hands, and when I lifted my drink, and leaned towards him to tell him okay, he started teasing my swollen, erect nipple. There were people on both sides of us, waiting for their drinks, the people around us, if they saw what was going on chose to ignore it.
After telling him I’d meet him outside, Tom walked straight for the door with me not far behind him.
Not two minutes later I was seated next to him racing down the eighteenth fairway under a the light of a three quarter moon, with Tom’s hand underneath my dress, his fingers rubbing the damp crotch of my thong holding on to his arm to keep from falling out of the cart.
Tom finally stopped near the seventeenth green, asking if I wanted to play with his putter, taking my hand from his arm and placing it on his lap, as his finger pushed my thong to the side, and started sliding into my wet pussy, touching all the right spots as he worked another one in, bringing me closer to orgasm.
With his belt, pants and zipper undone I discovered what his putter lacked in length was more than made up for by thickness, with an extremely large head. He was hard as steel, his shaft throbbing as I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers not touching as I began stroking.
He had the bow at the back of my neck untied allowing it to fall away along with the two pads that covered my nipples, which were swollen and erect, due to his attention and the anticipation of what was taking place. We stopped long enough to remove our clothing and drape it across the top of the bag on the rear karabük escort of the cart, then quickly got back to the point which we left off.
Tom’s magical fingers bringing me sweet release with a powerful wet gushing orgasm on the back seat of his golf cart, as I fondled his testicles and stroked his shaft. When I straddled his lap lowering myself down he had a firm grip on my breasts, squeezing rather hard telling me he had wanted me for a long time as the large engorged head on his thick shaft, pushed the entrance of my pussy wide open bringing a low moan of pleasure from my throat. One hard upwards thrust of his hips was all it took for me to be completely impaled, his thick pubic hair tickling my clean shaven pussy. When I started riding his grip on my breasts was hard, so I told him to pinch,suck, and bite my nipples, which he did, bringing me to another deep wonderful orgasm. He pushed me to my back, pulled me to the edge of the seat with my legs draped over the seat backs and fucked me hard and fast, his testicles slapping my bottom with each thrust.
He grunted loudly as I felt the hot, thick jets of semen splashing against the back of my pussy and watched his face tense up. He leaned over gave me a warm lingering kiss and smiled asking if I had as much fun as he did. He took a long look at my naked body in the dim moonlight and grabbed a towel from his golf bag for me to use.
We arrived back at the club house, where I fixed my hair and lipstick in my husband’s truck before going back inside.
My thong was missing, along with my bra pads, which I later learned were located by the grounds crew the following morning. Sharon was drunk, my husband was worn out from the dancing and on the way home he got a blow job with a happy ending and I told him the details of what took place on the seventeenth green.
He snickered and made a comment about Tom getting a hole in one. Tom and I met a few more times over the next few months and Sharon and I are still friends.
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