I have been playing golf for over 20 years, my wife started playing about 4 years ago, but has only ventured out onto the course a couple of times. We are a competitive couple with neither of us enjoying losing.
I had arranged a game at one of our local courses for us during the week and told my wife, she was happy to be going golfing again, it had been quite a while since the last time that we played. My wife had been practicing regularly and had improved considerably and decided to make a bet. "Let´s make a bet, I want to see whether you can break par, which I doubt" she said.
"Ok, what do you want to bet?" I asked, confidently.
"Well, as I am going to win, you will have to be my slave for the number of days that you are over par. Your duties will be anything that I desire, and one of those things will be you locked in a chastity cage, you will not be allowed out until midnight on the last day. Do you accept the bet?" she asked.
"OK, bet accepted, but if I do break par, what is in it for me?" I questioned.
"Erm, what do you want" My wife asked.
"For every shot under par, you must be my caddy for one hole" I began.
"Easy, I accept" she jumped in before I could finish.
"Hold on, I am not done yet. For every shot under par, you must caddy for me in the nude and do whatever I ask" I finished.
"What?! No way, I can´t do that, people might see!" She argued.
"Up to you, but that´s the deal. Take it or leave it" I said, smiling knowing that she wouldn´t turn it down".
"Fine, you are going to lose anyway" she said stroppily, a touch of anxiousness in her voice.
The next couple of days saw my wife heading to the driving range to get in as much practice as she could, coupled with some additional tips from me. The night before our round, she reminded me of the bet and that I hadn´t played golf in quite some time, something that happens regularly.
"I know babe, but don´t worry, I am going to play well tomorrow" I said nonchalantly.
"And when I do, you are going to be naked for the world to see".
My wife slapped me on the chest, laughing she said, "no chance, you are going to suffer".
That morning breakfast was a tense affair, my wife was quiet and looked nervous as she walked into the kitchen. She had chosen her attire carefully, a tight vest top which clung to her body and a skort that was wonderfully short and crept just above her butt check. It was a great view, but I wasn´t going to let that distract me from the task at hand.
We ate in silence, except for me asking if more coffee was required.
We jumped into the car; my wife turned the radio up. I looked over and smiled at her, placing my hand on her thigh. She smiled back and began to sing along to the music. The course was quiet, it was a weekday and being a member´s only course, there were only a couple of senior members ahead of us, they had begun at sunrise so would be well ahead by the time we set off.
Standing on the first tee, I asked "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Absolutely" she said confidently, "did you want to chicken out?"
"No, let´s get going" I replied.
I started badly, bogeying the first three holes, which my wife made sure to inform me of as we stood on the 4th tee. "I told you I could distract you, and I haven´t even tried yet" she quipped.
"There are still 15 holes to go, so plenty of chances for me to claw some shots back" I said.
Reaching the 10th tee, I had got myself back to level par, an eagle on the 7th and a birdie on the 9th had riled my wife somewhat, and she began in earnest to try and put me off my game. Hitting off down the 10th fairway, I turned back to the buggy and noticed my wife´s bra in the rear basket. I looked over as she teed off, as she turned back towards me I could see the outline of her nipples through the white material, she was determined to distract me and to be honest it was working. My eyes were glued to her as she bounced back towards the buggy.
"Everything ok?" she asked coyly, blatantly knowing that I always loved her tits.
She sat down next to me, closer than she had before. Driving down the fairway towards her ball, her breasts bounding over ever bump my eyes were drawn towards her, so much so that I drove straight past her ball.
"oi, my ball is back there" she said, "are you ok?"
"Sorry, I was so focussed on my game that I completely forget" I said, trying to avoid the fact that she had indeed distracted me.
I managed to regain my thoughts and focus, and made birdies on 11, 13 and 16, but a wild drive on the 17th meant I was staring another bogey in the face.