Ever since we moved to this country, the heat and humidity have been so intense that I pretty much gave up on playing golf. But one day, while having a bbq with wife and her golf buddy Amy and her hubby James, Amy suggested we all hit the golf course together.
After several rounds during dinner, I was a bit tipsy, and to be honest, Amy was looking pretty hot that night. The thought of seeing those long, toned legs in a short golf skirt got me a little horny, so I agreed, and we made plans to play golf together.
Since it was a weekday and the kid was off to school, I threw on some clothes and went to check if my wife was ready. When I walked in, she was just putting on her spandex shorts that she wears under her skirt.
Feeling playful, I teased her, "Why don't you skip those today? It's too hot anyway."
She laughed and replied, "No way. It's already hot and sweaty, but without these, my panty lines would show through the skirt."
I added, "Then just skip the panties too. James would love that."
She rolled her eyes, "Are you crazy? Amy would think I'm trying to show off to James on purpose."
I shrugged, "Then just wear a G-string. Black would be nice."
She paused for a moment, then walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black and a white G-strings to show me. The black one was barely there, more like a token piece of fabric than actual coverage. It was just enough to cover the pussy slit, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
"Yeah, that looks good," I nodded.
"Are you sure you're okay with wearing this?" she asked.
"Yeah, especially when you're reading the putting line. make sure to do it facing James," she said nothing but staring at me with a mischievous face.
"But if I'm going to wear this, I need to shave. Otherwise, the hair will show," she added, almost like she was hinting for me to do it.
"Lie down. We'll take care of it before we go."
I had her lie down, applied shaving cream, and carefully shaved her. No wonder she was already wet.
"Getting turned on just thinking about showing off to James?" I teased.
"Well, wouldn't you, if you were asked to do something like this?" she shot back, not even bothering to hide her excitement anymore.
It was clear now that she had decided to embrace her exhibitionist side. After finishing the front, I had her turn over and took care of the few hairs around her anus too, making sure she was completely smooth.
"James is going to lose his mind when he sees this,"
"You didn't notice? Last time we had dinner, he couldn't stop staring at my tits," she replied, smirking.
I remembered that night--I'd suggested she go without a bra, and she wore a slightly thick top that still let her nipples show just a bit.
"Really? Then let's go without a bra today too," I suggested, getting caught up in the idea.
"Come on... if I go braless and start sweating, it'll turn into a full-on wet t-shirt situation. That's too much," she said, but she reached for some nipple patches anyway, sticking them on with a smirk.
"Even with these, you can still see everything,"
"It's fine. If it's all going to show anyway, might as well embrace it,"
With that, I helped her finish getting dressed, and we headed off to the golf course, both of us buzzing with anticipation.
When we arrived at the golf course, Amy and James were already there. Since we still had some time before our tee time, we decided to grab a quick drink at the clubhouse. Amy and my wife walked ahead while James and I followed a few steps behind, giving us a perfect view of the two of them.
It was immediately obvious that my wife wasn't wearing a bra--her top clung to her in a way that left nothing to the imagination. However, the G-string she had on was well hidden, blending seamlessly under her skirt. Amy, on the other hand, wore a white t-shirt that subtly revealed her light pink bra underneath. Her long, toned legs looked even more striking under her short black skirt as they moved.
"What a view" I told James
"Oh yeah" he replied, but didn't catch what he meant exactly.
We exchanged a quick, knowing glance, both appreciating the view in front of us, though keeping our thoughts to ourselves. The atmosphere felt charged, as if the day was about to get a lot more interesting.
I hadn't really expected much from the round of golf, especially since it had been a while since I last played. But to make things more interesting, we decided to mix up the teams every six holes. For the first six, I was paired with my wife, the next six with James, and for the final six holes, I'd team up with Amy. It was a fun way to keep the game lively and unpredictable.
As my wife and I rode together in the cart towards the tee box, I leaned in and reminded her, "Don't forget to give James a little peek when you're putting."
She sighed, "Looks like I won't be focusing on my game today," but the way she said it didn't carry any disappointment. In fact, there was a hint of anticipation in her voice, as if she was looking forward to the playful distraction. It was clear that she was enjoying the game in more ways than one, and it added a new level of excitement to the day.
The game itself was nothing spectacular, just a casual round. However, every time we approached the green, my mind was occupied with one thought: how to give James the best view of wife. On one hole, after reading the green, wife deliberately stayed crouched down, suggesting that James check the line from the opposite side. This gave him a perfect excuse to look directly at her.
Even though he was wearing sunglasses, it was clear that his gaze wasn't focused on the green. Instead, it kept drifting towards the gap between her thighs. I could tell he was hooked, his attention drawn more to the subtle glimpses of her G-string than to the game itself.
From that hole onward, it became quite obvious that James was no longer trying to hide his interest. Whenever my wife crouched down to read the lie, he would position himself in front of her, pretending to offer advice on the putt while clearly fixated on the view she was giving him. As it became increasingly obvious, I had to start distracting Amy with conversation just to keep her attention elsewhere.
As we finished the fifth hole and headed towards the sixth, which was quite a distance away, we had to wait at a traffic light to cross a road where regular cars were passing by.
While we were waiting, I whispered to wife, "Having fun? You're not wet again, are you?" I couldn't resist sliding my hand up her thigh and slipping it between the gap in her G-string. Sure enough, she was wet.
"It's just sweat from the heat," she replied, but I knew she was lying.
"Come on, you know better. At this rate, your skirt's going to get soaked."
"Don't say that...," she muttered, clearly a bit embarrassed.
She was wearing a white skirt, and I knew that if her pussy juice started to seep through, it would be visible. I handed her a napkin from the coffee we had earlier at the clubhouse, and she discreetly wiped her crotch through the front of her skirt while checking Amy and James' cart following us from behind.
"Embarrassing..." she whispered, but she did it anyway, trying to avoid any unwanted attention.
"Then why don't you just take them off? It would be easier to keep yourself dry," I suggested.
"How can I do that? Amy's here--she'd definitely think I'm some kind of weirdo or nympho," she replied, but I could tell she was struggling to control herself. The more she tried not to think about it, the more it occupied her mind.
We arrived at the tee box for the sixth hole. After James and I took our shots from the men's tees, we moved to the women's tee box. This tee was elevated, about a person's height above where we had parked the cart. As Amy prepared for her shot, her short black skirt rode up, revealing the white spandex shorts she wore underneath each time she bent over to place the ball on the tee and during her practice swings.
It was wife's turn next. As she got up to the tee box and bent down to place her ball on the tee, it slipped off, causing her to kneel to retrieve it. At that moment, her G-string was completely exposed. Thankfully, Amy was busy getting some water from the front of the cart and missed it, but James saw everything, staring intently.
Knowing my wife, she was fully aware of how much Amy's skirt revealed during her swings. So, when it was her turn to take a practice swing, she made sure to put on a show. The skirt fluttered dramatically with each swing, giving James a clear view of the G-string that barely covered her. I could see James swallow hard, his eyes glued to the sight.
In truth, the G-string was so minimal that it almost looked like it was just part of the neatly trimmed pubic hair and instantly revealed her bare ass cheeks as well. It was clear that wife was intentionally teasing James, enjoying the thrill of it all while I kept Amy's attention focused on me, pretending to be engrossed in the scorecard on the opposite side of the tee box.
As we approached the 7th hole, the team rotation meant I was now paired with James. He suggested that teammates should ride together in the cart, so we did just that. As we chatted about this and that, James suddenly turned the conversation in a surprising direction.
"You know, your wife is incredibly sexy," he said, almost out of nowhere. "I used to think Amy was the most beautiful woman in the world, but now I'm not so sure."
I laughed it off. "Come on, man. I think Amy is much prettier."
He chuckled, "Well, I guess the grass is always greener on the other side. But honestly, we've been pretty sexless lately. It's just not as hot as it used to be."
"Yeah, that happens as we get older. No matter how beautiful your wife is, things can cool down over time," I replied to have him more opportunities to throw out more..
James shook his head, "Do you feel that way too? If I were married to someone as gorgeous as your wife, I'd want to be with her every day."
I grinned, a bit amused by his frankness. "It's nice to hear someone like you appreciate her like that. But honestly, as you probably noticed earlier, I've developed a bit of a strange fetish lately. I get turned on by exposing my wife to others, just a little. This morning, I actually told her not to wear her usual spandex shorts under her skirt and insisted she wear that G-string instead."
James looked surprised. "And she just goes along with that? I can't imagine Amy ever agreeing to something like that."
