Hole in One

Dan shook his head as he watched his wife pack, "Come on honey, the one piece? I think the guys would prefer to see you in the yellow one. Yes, that one" indicating the skimpy two-piece. "Also, don't forget evening dresses. You'll be in some pretty nice places if I know George. Here, put these back, they might have been appropriate when dining out with the team but these guys will be going to fancier places." Dan pawed through the rack of dresses and pulled out a half-dozen, "There. It's going to be warm and you'll be a lot more comfortable in these."

Shannon did like those dresses so she shrugged and went to the underwear drawers. "Before you say anything, I'll be taking bras and panties," she said softly.

"Of course you are, but don't ruin the event by wearing one of those sports bras," Dan said as he took the thick top out of her hands. "These. I love how you look in these," he said.

Shannon shook her head, "These aren't supporting...they're..." She started to protest but Dan had already tucked the lacy garments along the side of her suitcase. She looked questioning, "Did you make some kind of deal with George?" she asked.

"Deal> Nothing that I know of, why?" Dan asked as he inspected the thongs approvingly.

"Nothing, never mind," she sighed. The past few weeks the name George was spoken perhaps more than their own names. Hopefully, Dan and George hadn't plotted something that Dan would regret. She couldn't know for sure but whenever she compared bulges...

Finally, all packed, Shannon and Dan climbed into bed. Turning the light off, Shannon rolled over to press her body against her husband. "God, I really do love you. You're the love of my life." She stroked his back. "I'm going to miss you so much." She felt a cramp in her stomach as she wondered if she would miss Dan as much as being alone with the man she had had such powerful fantasies about.

Dan stroked her hair off her face, "I love you, too. I will love you no matter what happens." He felt her jerk, "I know, you've said over and over nothing's going to happen, but relax and enjoy it when it does."

"What are you saying? That I'll sleep with George? Never! It was a fantasy," Shannon spat out.

"I never said that. I know you'd never purposefully sleep with anyone else, but you're going to tease him. Have fun with that. I know who you're coming home to so I'm happy as long as you are," Dan said stroking her face, "I totally love you and you are the best person I know. You'd never do anything bad on purpose...things happen and I want you to embrace them," he paused, "I have no idea if this is true, but Roy was dating one of the executive assistants...I overheard her telling another EA that he has certain equine qualities. 'Hung like a horse,' she said."

"What? You men. Those stupid rumors invariably prove to be bullshit." She looked at Dan, "You are a really strange man. Tease him. Have fun with him, but leave him frustrated. What if I feel sorry for him and give him release? Maybe just a hand job...or a blowjob? Maybe find out if he's packing or not?" She asked softly, feeling her pussy throb. "Your stupid stories involve married women who would throw away years of marriage just so some guy with a huge cock can empty his balls in her pussy?"

"So? Would you love me less? I sure wouldn't love you less." Dan looked at his wife, "That last three weeks have been incredible. We've had sex, what? Three times a day? So far whatever you might think about your fantasies about George, I've been the beneficiary."

Shannon sighed, "We've been the beneficiaries, I was there too." She stroked his cock, "Who would have thought that I'd ever take a man around the world and love it. It used to make me cringe thinking about it." She crawled down and took his cock in her mouth.

Dan sighed, "You have to get up early to get ready for your flight, so perhaps just take me to France tonight."

* * *

George saw Shannon pulling her carry-on up to the gate, impressed that she looked more beautiful than he remembered. He opened his arms and gave her a huge hug, feeling her body and her breasts pressed against him. "I'm so glad you could make it, though we'll miss Dan's putter."

Shannon almost laughed thinking about Dan's 'putter', but kept it to herself. She'd heard the urban myth about Mrs. Arnold Palmer and knew it to be just that, though it was funny. She changed the subject, "So, who do we have as the fourth?"

"Richard, not Rick or Dick, Richard. He's in HR and is supposed to be pretty good, though he has no idea what his handicap is. He says he shoots in the mid-80s, but who knows? Most guys lie about these things," he sighed.

Shannon wanted to add, "Among other things," but clamped her mouth closed.

"I assume he'll shoot around 90 so that puts a lot more pressure on the two of us," George replied. "Dan will be hard to replace. Really powerful and such a good putter." He reached into his bag, "Here's the schedule. Saturday, Monday, and Wednesday, best ball. Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday, alternate shots. Friday has the singles. Everything will be scored based on total wins."

"What if there are ties?" Shannon asked. In her experience, there were ties more often than not.

George studied the sheet as their team had never been in the hunt and never had to resolve ties, "The fewest strokes overall will be the tiebreaker." He looked at the girl, "Never mind, we just have to play our best and we'll be fine. I'm just in this for fun. We've never been in the money, but it never bothered me," He grinned at the girl, "I'd love to see who has to play you in singles."

Shannon chuckled, "...never bothered you. I know you. It gnaws at you. Admit it." She smiled at him before studying the sheet and realized for most players, Friday would be the killer, "Your average golfer doesn't play seven rounds of golf in seven days." She suddenly had a thought, "Ok, so what is at stake here?"

George nodded, "Yeah. Well. Primarily pride, but the winning team splits $8,000. Second $3,000 and third, a thou. Relax, as owner, I put up the $3,000 entry fee for the team." He paused, "The rest goes toward reserving the course for the week..." He looked at Shannon with a grin, "Come to think of it, I'm covering the expenses of actual employees...I can think of a way for you to earn your entry fee..."

Shannon punched him in the arm, "You can't let it go, can you? I'll tell you what. If you get a hole-in-one on any hole during the tournament, I'll let you see me naked."

"Hell, if I get a hole-in-one, I deserve more than that. Naked, sure but then you'll do whatever I tell you to." George stopped thinking he'd gone too far, but he saw the girl blush and not reject it out of hand.

"Christ. I cannot do that. You know I'm married to Dan, and may I emphatically add, happily married. I could never do that to him." She thought about it, "Perhaps something else...."

"I get it, but this has nothing to do with Dan. If I get a hole-in-one, he'd never need to know...or the thought might excite him. A lot of guys get off on the thought..." He glanced at his waist, "Frankly, I think you'd not have any regrets...at least the women I've been with seem to have been quite happy."

Shannon laughed, "Never heard a man tell me that before. You guys all think that you'd be doing us a favor by getting your cocks wet with our pussies before leaving a mess." She grabbed her bag and rolled over to the gate shaking her head. When George joined her, she looked at him, "Teasing is fun. As long as it's harmless flirting, it's just fun and not cheating, but having sex with you would be cheating whether I tell Dan or not."

"Ok, like you say, the teasing is fun. It's had my juices flowing for the last few weeks. I just thought that having an outrageous wager, one that is nearly impossible to cash in on, would make the tension perhaps a little more palatable." He looked at the girl.

She thought about it. About how incredibly rare a hole-in-one is and how perhaps, any one of his shots that comes close might make her...she felt herself getting a bit excited...'Shit!,' she thought about Dan's 96 Civic. "Ok, here's the deal. If I get a hole-in-one, I know...another...what are the odds? I want Dan to get a company car, a Tesla, the Model S...the one with the best range."

"Isn't that a $80,000 car?"

"Something like that, but you can depreciate it, so it's not that much, plus you can lease it." Shannon said, "But why are we wasting time talking about this? It's not going to happen."

"Shit, Ok. But this week...if I get a hole-in-one I want you in my bed each night for the remainder of the week." George said. "And I get to join the mile-high club, got it?"

Shannon looked a bit taken aback, then shook her head. "Sure, fantasize all you want. It's not happening, so sure. If you get a hole-in-one, then I'll do whatever you want...I'll even call you 'Master' if that gets you off." She grabbed her phone, "Hang on, I told Dan I'd call him before we board."

George felt his blood rush to his cock and nodded as Shannon dialed her phone.

"Hi, sweetie. Getting ready to head to the airport? Tell Julia how sorry I am to miss...yeah, we're getting ready to board. I miss you too. What? We did...Christ, did you two talk?...Fuck! A hole-in-one...I know. What? I'm not telling, I want it to be a surprise...Yes, yes, sure I will. Like you say, a bet is a bet...I love you, too. Talk to you tonight." She put down the phone and looked at George, "If I find out you two have been planning this...he guessed, he asked what the bet was about and what the stakes were," she hissed.

George shook his head vehemently, "Nope, not a word. I've barely spoken to him since the scramble...was he upset?"

"He laughed it off. I think he knows it ain't happening," Shannon

* * *

Shannon took the glass of wine from the flight attendant. She turned to the older man sitting beside her, "I have to ask. You're putting out a lot of money just on the off chance to get me naked. Or to actually sleep with me. Why is that? Is it because I'm married?" She looked at her figure and back at the man, "I mean, let's face it, I'm quite cute," she giggled, "but there are millions of women as pretty as I am who would jump into bed with you in a flash."

George laughed, "Married? Yeah, no, that's not it." He thought a second, "I've slept with a few women, but never one who was married. Actually, I really hate men who prey on married women. Plus, I really like Dan." He looked at the girl, pointedly scanning her form, "Don't kid yourself, you're a fucking hot piece, but you're right." He looked at his clasped hands in his lap. "Remember when I told you I saw you play? You were wearing a tight pink sleeveless top and a white golf skirt. Then I saw that swing. The closest I've ever seen anyone swing like Ernie Els. Slow, effortless, and wham! 260 yards right down the middle. Then I looked at those long legs and the way that top showed your marvelous breasts...and...um, well, when you eagled 14 your nipples looked as if they wanted to rip through your top. I had impure thoughts...still do when I recall how you looked. Thoughts like having those legs wrapped around me...those breasts laid out naked beneath me." He looked embarrassed, "So, well, uh, whenever I was perhaps trying to get....you know...when I needed to get really aroused, I fantasized about you...with your legs...your tits." He rubbed his face, "I've never told anyone this...not even my wife."

Shannon felt herself blushing, "You could have been my groupie!" A few of the girls on the team would go out partying with some of the guys...fans. I never did." She patted his leg, "Of course, you were married then, so...."

George moaned, "Christ, that thought has been in my head for years." He looked at the beautiful blonde, "When Dan showed up with you...with the girl I've had in my head for years..." he sighed.

Shannon rubbed George's leg, "Sorry that I'm married. Had I known...." She grinned. "I was thinking. Perhaps we should have some wagers..." She winked at him. "Perhaps, you know, 5% or me nude?"

"You mean outside of the totally improbable hole-in-one?" He thought about it, "Sure, let's do that. It makes it hard with alternate shots, so instead let's do the longest putt made per round." He looked at her and seeing her nod, "We'll just have to pace it off." He thought for a minute, "I have other ideas for perhaps if I win a second time. I mean, seeing you naked would be great, but you know, been there, done that."

Shannon laughed, "No, I understand. I am spectacularly beautiful naked. Totally flawless...perky tits...great ass, until you see me, and then all your preconceived notions will get blown away by my totally normal body."

George laughed, "Gee, perhaps I'll pass on that then. I'd hate to have my preconceived notions blown away...though the blowing part doesn't sound bad."

"Nope, again, I'd hate for you to be disappointed when you get a hole-in-one, and when I suck your impressive cock, you'll think, 'been there, done that," she said as she stroked higher feeling the elevated tent. She looked down at his pants, "If only I could do something about that."

* * *

"Wow, you go all out. First class flight, now a really nice hotel." Shannon looked around the resort. In college, she stayed in the Super 8 in Monterey, and though it was nice...it wasn't this place.

"We all have rooms facing the ocean on the fourth floor. I'm going to get changed, head over to the course, and practice my mid-range game," George said. "Let's go get changed and hit the driving range. I don't know when Ed and Richard are arriving as they were on a later flight."

Later, after practice, they went to the hotel and found out Richard and Ed had arrived. George called their room and told them there was a get-together in the ballroom at 7.

Shannon decided to shower and change before the get-together and as she looked at the dresses Dan picked she realized they couldn't be worn with a bra. She kicked herself letting Dan dictate which dresses she should take. She slipped what she thought was the most modest one over her naked body and realized her nipples were poking right out. George will sure like this look, she thought. She checked the rest of her clothes for something more...anything. Outside of what she wore on the plane, they were either golf wear or slinky dresses.

George whistled when she opened the door, "Fuck me. Let's stay in...skip this thing," he grinned, "You play gin rummy?"

Shannon groaned, "Christ, I have dresses at home I can wear a bra with." She looked at where George was looking, "Are you sure you don't want to call down and ask them to crank up the air-conditioning in the ballroom?" She pushed by him and headed to the elevators. She heard doors open and turned to see Ed and Richard come towards her. "Hey Ed, you made it." She gave him a hug, "And you must be Richard." She was going to shake hands but the man also hugged her. She looked at the two men. Both had wedding rings, both were approximately 35 to 40 and both were having trouble finding her eyes.

As they got on the elevator, she heard Ed whisper to Richard, "Yes, she actually is a good golfer."

'Christ,' she thought, 'they think I'm George's escort or something. I'm going to kill Dan for making me pack these...'

As they entered, Shannon looked around and saw men. Men in groups, men gripping drinks...men sitting at tables chatting...men standing by the open bar. Then, she saw a single female standing next to a man at the head table. Most likely an executive assistant as she listened to some commands and hurried off. She turned to George, "Is this a traditionally all-men's affair?"

George sighed, "Yes. It never registered, but in the past, there might have been some women...I don't remember any." He put his hand on the small of her back feeling her smooth skin, "Let's go find a table and get some drinks...maybe not in that order."

Shannon chuckled, "The perfectly organized George Hill can't keep his tasks straight?" she said as she pulled his hand lower onto the upper curves of her ass. "Feeling distracted?"

George pulled his hand back, "I am keeping what's most important in mind...Christ, it's Brad. I hoped he couldn't make it this year."

"George Hill! How's it going? I see you're back to take your punishment." A tall, overweight man guffawed. "Who did you find this year?" He looked at Richard and Ed before openly checking out Shannon from head to toe. He pursed his lips appreciatively before looking back at George.

George smiled politely, "Guys, this is Brad Caine. He's won it the last two years, at least his company has."

"Three years, but who's counting. Who's your fourth? Some ringer?"

"This is our team...Ed, Richard, Shannon, and me. Ed and Richard work for me as does Shannon's husband." George said, introducing them.

Shannon looked at Brad, "So, where's your team?"

Brad pointed over to the corner, "That's Bobby, Jim, and Stanley." He looked at them proudly, "All have a handicap under 8." He looked back, "You guys?"

George laughed, "Let's see, hard to say since two have never actually checked." He looked at Shannon, pointedly, "We're here to have fun."

Brad scanned Shannon's body and winked at George as he turned to go, "Ok, well, good luck this week...though it looks as though you already have."

They heard him snicker as he went back to his team and Shannon saw him make a subtle obscene gesture with his hands as he went back to his team.

As he walked away, George laughed, "Look. We'll be lucky to finish in the middle of the pack but listen. We are here to have fun." He looked around, "Shannon, get used to being discounted. Half of these guys bring their mistresses to these things. You won't find any wives here."

Shannon scowled, "So, they assume I'm your mistress?"

"Let them. They'll find out soon enough that's not why you're here," George said, "Though if you want to play a dual role..." he whispered to the blonde.

Shannon elbowed the older man, "It might be worth it to spend one night with you so you'll get over this strange obsession you have with me."

As they sat down, Richard looked over at the other three, "Sorry to ask, but what kind of golfers are you? I usually shoot in the mid-80s. My best round was a 78, though I confess an 88 is more possible."

Ed nodded, "That's not bad. I shoot high 70s to low 80s, but these two are...what? Scratch golfers?"

"Really?" Richard asked, "Both of you?"

"No, I'm not. I have a 9 handicap, which puts me in your category, but our ace in the hole here is Shannon. Keep this to yourself, but this is Shannon Davies, now Shannon Williams, former collegiate women's player of the year," George grinned.

"Wait, I remember you. SI did a piece on you. God, that was a really sad story of why you never went pro." Richard reached across and gripped her hand, "I'm really sorry to hear about your parents."

Shannon felt herself tearing up remembering. Her dad had been taking care of her mom who had MS when he suffered a massive stroke a week after the championships. She and Dan immediately found themselves taking care of both of them. Dan had urged her to get on the tour, but she wouldn't abandon him to take care of her parents. They worked jobs with opposite shifts so they could be there for her parents, finish school, and earn money. "Thanks, it was hard, but you know Dan Williams?" Seeing him nod, "He's my husband and I could never have managed it without him."

"I'm sorry also, I had no idea." Ed said, "How are they now?"

"They passed away four years ago." Shannon had to stop and collect herself, "Um, sorry...."

George spoke up, "December, of 2019, Her father passed away and the next morning her mother followed." He looked at Shannon. "I read it in SI, actually. There was a follow-up."