I'm a lucky guy. I married an attractive women who truly believes in the saying; If you got it - flaunt it! Boy, does she like to flaunt her attributes. Attributes like natural C cup tits, a nice round ass and shapely legs. Her long dark brown wavy hair, clear hazel eyes, and neatly trimmed landing strip, all on a 5'5" frame, completes the picture of a picture perfect lady.
Our little adventures always lead to incredible sex. So incredible, that we never need to discuss going to swing clubs or swapping spouses.
One August found us on Florida's Gulf Coast. No one in their right mind vacations in Florida during August, but it's the only time we can vacation together. Plus, rental property that time of year is extremely affordable. Hazy, hot, and humid days chase the owners of these homes to cooler climates.
The houses for rent on our side of the street had covered patios, which open to screened-in pools. The houses for rent on the other side of the street had walking paths to the beach. Less than an eighth of a mile from us, was the public access to the same beach, so we opted for a house with a pool.
We were here for a week, so we wanted to cram as much in as possible. I brought my golf clubs and was willing to submit to the tropical weather to get in a round or two. My wife brought some revealing clothes, and was willing to submit to stares, when she was out and about.
"I'm going over to Pelican Links, around 10:00 this morning," I announced. "Would you like to come with me and I'll rent a covered golf cart?"
"Sure, but if it gets too hot can we leave and hit either the beach or the pool?" my wife responded.
"Sounds like a plan. Dress comfortably, we'll be leaving shortly."
My wife decided to wear a pair of white hot pants, that showed a tiny bit of her ass cheeks, and a thin white v-neck t-shirt. The top was tight enough to showcase the shape of her breasts, but loose enough to display a little of her magnificent cleavage, especially when she bent forward. I had on a golf shirt and shorts.
We walked into the small club house/bar and heard Rock music playing to no one but the older fellow, who ran the place. His eyes zeroed in on my wife and he stared at her as if she was about to steal him blind. Knowing full well she was being ogled, she started the tease.
"How much are these?" she asked, as she bent over in front of him, letting her shorts ride a little higher. More of her ass cheeks came into view. That was followed by the gentle swaying of her butt to a Pink Floyd song.
I placed a twenty dollar bill on the bar top for nine holes of golf and a cart. I got back a ten and two fives! The old guy was distracted. My wife was now bending over adjusting the laces on her sneakers. The down blouse that we both got was nothing short of spectacular.
"Keep your beer cold," my wife said. "We'll be back."
"I would hope so, and I'm counting on it," was his response.
It was miserably hot, so much so, that we were the only two people on the course. If this course had a maintenance crew, they were nowhere to be seen. We had the place to ourselves.
I hooked a ball into a wooded area along the left side of the fourth fairway. By the looks of the grass that was matted down along the tree line, plenty of other golfers had done the same thing. I walked about thirty feet into the trees and spotted my ball. I picked it up, turned to walk back to the cart, and saw my wife standing topless just inside the tree line. She had removed both her shirt and shorts. The front of her small white thong was stuck to her vagina, damp with sweat.
"Are you so hot, that you can't wear clothes?" I asked.
"I am hot, sweaty, and thirsty, but I've got a deal for you. I make you cum, right here - right now, and we go back to the club house for a cold beer. Plus, I get to show off a little more. What do you say? I'm up for giving you a BJ!"
As I stepped out of my shorts and underwear, I said, "Deal. Now bring your lips over here and work your magic."
She grabbed my hardening dick, coated the head with saliva, and sucked me like there was no tomorrow. The wet slurping sound she was making, as she attacked my dick, was the only sound that could be heard. The more she sucked, the faster her hand moved over my shaft. In no time at all, I stiffened. She pulled my dick from her mouth, and held on to me tightly. Finally, she pulled on me a few more times. With a loud grunt, I shot rope after rope of spunk onto the grass around us. When there was nothing left in me, she popped me back in her mouth. She drank the last of my cum, licked my shaft from top to bottom, squeezed my balls, and said, "Let's go grab that beer. I'm still thirsty, and need to wash your cum out of my mouth."
We drove back to the club house; she topless, me bottomless. Before crossing the parking lot, that had only our car in it, we put our clothes back on. My wife struggled with her top because her skin was so wet with sweat. She finally got it on and it immediately began absorbing moister. She looked like she caught the over spray standing too close to a wet t-shirt contest. One of her nipples, was clearly visible. I asked her about her bra, and she told me she hung it on a tree! We both laughed at the thought that someone would walk out of the trees with both a golf ball and a bra!
We entered the club house together. The combination of being aroused, plus the cold temperature of the air-conditioned room had an unbelievable effect on my wife. Her nipples looked like they were about to explode beneath the thin material of her damp shirt. Her tits moved in unison, from side to side. Both of us guys, once again, stared at her in disbelief.
