My husband Brice and I decided to take an afternoon off one day to spend time with one another. Since he always tags along with me shopping and what have you, I thought it was fair when he suggested golfing. After all, he golfs with his buddies at least once a week and I actually enjoy playing too. This time, though, I was eager to make it just a little more than only golf.
For some reason, I really like women’s golf outfits. Sexy, little skirts and form-fitting tops that allow me to show off my curves to not just my husband, but others too. I’m in my mid-30s and have birthed three children, so I’m proud of the hard work that makes my body still turn (some) heads.
On this particular day, I wore a black skirt with a red top and black Nike cap. I fully admit I admired myself for some time in the mirror. And while I enjoy women’s golf clothes, I’ve always secretly had a thing for men in their golf attire too. The way they’d make a man’s butt look outstanding, or accentuate their toned legs and arms. Just kind of made me melt.
We grabbed a cooler of beer in the clubhouse and made our way to the first tee.
“How does my form look?” I asked Brice, wiggling my tush before I hit.
“I think you’re going to have the whole course watching if you keep it up,” he replied.
“That sounds exciting,” I said. “You know how I like to show off, and I know how much you like it, too,” I remarked, with a wink.
We flirted and had some fun along the way. After a good putt or nice shot Brice a would tap my ass and let his hand rest there. I liked being flirty this way with my husband.
On the fourth hole he lined up what was about a 10-foot putt.
“If you make it,” I told him, “I’ll let you rub my tits in the cart on the way to the next hole.”
“What if I miss?” he shot back.
“Well, honestly, I’ll probably still let you feel me up,” I replied.
We both laughed. Brice ensued by draining his putt.
“Bring those titties, here,” he commanded as we cackled with laughter.
“Oh Brice,” I told him. “You know you can touch whenever you want.”
As we placed our clubs back into our bags on the cart, he kissed me and rubbed my ass. It made me giddy and actually gave me butterflies.
A few holes later we were tucked back in the woods and a wild idea came over me. After using one of the restrooms on the course, I removed my panties and stuffed them in my pocket.
Brice had a 15-foot putt. “Hey honey, you make this putt and I pull up my skirt right here on the green,” I told him.
“And if I miss?” he asked.
“Hmmm, you better just make the putt.” I told him.
BAM! He did.
“So do I need to remind you what you promised?” he grinned as he moved closer.
“No, I think I remember,” I said nervously.
I looked to double-check and make sure no one was around. Not a soul in sight. So I lifted up my skirt to not only live up to losing the bet, but to also reveal I was panty-less on the course.
“Oh good lord,” he said, kissing me deeply and rubbing my bare ass.
“Better be careful. We don’t want to get in trouble,” I reminded him.
“Fuck trouble,” he said. “I’m playing with this sexy wife of mine.”
We managed to walk off the green to our cart. The entire time Brice was feeling my ass. I could see the bulge in his shorts growing.
“How fast do you think you can be if I wanted you to fuck me right here?” I asked him.
“Only one way to find out,” he responded.
The two of us gave another look to our surroundings just to make sure we were still alone. I was so turned on. I dropped to my knees and took Brice’s cock out of his shorts and slipped my mouth over his head.
“Oh my gawd, Tammy,” he remarked.
There’s nothing more satisfying for a women than feeling a cock grow in her mouth. The power it enables is unmatched.
We knew we were partially up against time, so after a few minutes of sucking his cock I stood and bent over the front seat of the cart. Brice went back and forth between licking my ass and swollen clit. It felt so good.
Then, without much warning, his cock poked into me slowly, as my pussy took in the feelings up and down my body. His slow thrusts soon turned harder and faster, before he filled up my insides with his hot and sticky cum.
We cleaned up and finished our round, but we still were very playful with one another. There’s nothing like it to be dripping cum while enjoying a round of golf.
Back at the clubhouse we had a drink and some lunch.
“Nice day for some golf, isn’t it,” our waitress said. “Did you show him how to golf today?” she asked me.
“Well, I tried,” I responded. “But he’s really, really good,” I said.
She didn’t know just exactly what I meant. We managed to get home and fuck one more time before the kids came home from school. I’m already looking forward to the next round of golf with hubby. And trust me, I have a very creative imagination.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lad00n/golf_date_m37f36