Rick arrived at the golf course around 6:30 a.m. on Saturday morning to tour the course with the club's ground keeper, Jack Goings. It had begun raining in the early evening the day before and continued all through the night. Jack thought the grounds were too wet for golfers and carts, suggesting to Rick that he close the course for play. At 7:00 a.m., old John Fitzsimmons and a few of his diehard golfing buddies walked into the pro shop for their regular Saturday morning tee time. They always arrived early and usually sat around telling old golf stories and drinking coffee. Rick always liked listening to the stories these men told every Saturday morning. He knew some of the stories by heart and smiled each time as the story got more embellished than the last time it was told. After a while Rick didn't know what the truth was or not but all the same, the stories always brought laughter from everyone.
Their main topic today was the weather and how it was turning colder in the northeast. Pete McDonald always had a story and today was no exception. He told the story of when John Fitzsimmons planned to play every month during the long winter months. He played with him on a bright sunny in January on one of those days when the temperature rose to a whopping 45 degrees. The men always said that when the temperature was above 40 degrees, the sun was out and the wind wasn't blowing, it was great golfing weather. Pete told with exaggerated gestures how he and John teed off on the sixth tee, a short 389 yard par four. John hit his ball onto a frozen pond running the length of the fairway. When they arrived at the point where his ball sailed onto the frozen pond, they saw it sitting in the middle of the pond. John decided to trek out onto the ice and retrieve his ball, taking with him a seven iron. As he approached the ball he decided to hit it rather than take a penalty stroke. Taking a smooth swing, one that he learned from his Dad in Ireland, he hit the ball onto the green twenty feet past the pin. The group roared as Pete told how John took one step after hitting a great shot and slipped, falling onto his rump. The laughter grew louder as he recounted how when John neared the shore, the ice cracked and John went knee deep into the murky dark water. Even though Pete had told this story a number of times in the past, it always brought about a good hearty laugh from the group.
The men quieted down as another story was being retold in all its glory. After a few more stories, the men lamented that the weather was only the beginning of fall and the good golfing days were at a premium. They decided they were not going to play today, so the decision was made to leave and head for the local restaurant for breakfast, coffee, and more conversation. They invited Rick to join them but he declined telling them he had to finish the inventory he had started yesterday. Rick told the staff that had shown up for work, to go home since the course would be closed all day.
Rick was counting his inventory of Foot-Joy shoes when he heard thunder in the western sky. He thought of the day a few weeks earlier when he, Lydia, and Sandie played golf and made love under the shelter during a similar rainstorm. He looked out the large picture window which gave him a view of the first tee box. As he watched the raindrops in the puddle on the first tee, his mind drifted back to Lydia and Sandie. He still saw the vivid images in his mind of the two women hovering over him under the shelter. Sandie riding his cock and Lydia his face as the three of them enjoyed each others sexual delights. His cock stirred in his pants as the vivid images danced in his brain. He thought about them often, wishing he could taste their sweetness again.
The two women had not mentioned the incident to him when they came out to play with their husbands. Rick noticed that Lydia seemed distant as if the encounter had never happened. Sandie at least said hello to him and didn't act as though he had the plague. He had wondered over the weeks if they were pissed at him for making the putt on the last hole to beat them. It seemed as though since that time, they would not give him the time of day.
Their husbands became regular players, often getting into the Saturday morning games he held for the members. Patrick, Sandie's husband had short red hair that rivaled Lydia's fine color. He was a bit taller than his wife and had a stocky build. He had told Rick that he played high school football for a small town in western Iowa. Rick noticed his large biceps and figured he lifted weights in his spare time.
Lydia's husband, Jason, on the other hand was tall and had a short almost crew cut type haircut. He was slender like Lydia, with long legs. Rick noticed his long fingers one day when he gave him a lesson on how to grip the club. He wondered how Lydia liked having her pussy invaded with his long digits. He cussed at himself for thinking about such a thing but ever since that day, his thoughts rarely strayed from the two women.
Two weeks after the sex session, the four of them played in club tournament. Afterwards, they were in the dining room eating dinner, talking about the day, when Rick approached their table. He asked how they liked the tournament.
"We had a great time out on the course. It was even better since we took second place" Patrick said flashing a wide smile.
"I don't know what you did to our wives a few weeks ago but they played exceptionally well today" Justin interjected.
Rick felt his face turn red as visions of the two vixens instantly filled his head. In a micro second, thoughts poured through his head. "Shit am I caught or what? Do they know about me fucking their wives? Is he testing me?"
He looked around the table in that instant, trying to size up the situation. Patrick and Justin were smiling, waiting for his response. The two women smirked at his uneasiness, delighting in his uneasiness and wondering how he was going to get himself out of this mess.
"I don't think I had anything to do with their success. I think they did it all on their own" Rick said trying to think a million miles a minute like a trapped rat in a corner.
"Oh, you’re so modest Mr. Johnson. If it wasn't for all the time you spent with us on the course for our last lesson, I don't think we could have improved our game. Don't you agree, Lydia?" Sandie said laughing.
"You can bet your last dollar on that" Lydia said catching onto Sandie's hidden meanings. The way you gave of your time was so invaluable. And the instruction about feeling the club in your hand was absolutely the best tip for me."
Rick was starting to sweat, feeling as though he wanted to run and hide from the beating he thought he was sure to get from their husbands. As his mind frantically searched for a way out of this little game the women were playing, he heard Justin's voice cut through the fog.
"Well whatever you did, you sure changed the way these women look at golf. They seem to talk about it all the time and I've even caught them talking about you and how much fun they had taking lessons from you."
Now it was the two women's turn to look at each other and wonder what the fuck was going on. Rick could see the amazement in their eyes and he knew they had not told their husbands about their little playtime a few weeks back. He knew now was his chance to get away form them into some safer area of the dining room.
"Listen, I have to get the awards ready. Thank you so much for all the compliments. I'm glad I was able to be of service to you and your wives" he said backing away from the table.
Lydia watched Rick turn and approach another table as he made his way to the front of the room. She leaned close to Sandie and whispered "we'd better watch what we say when our hubby's are around. And by the way, I still haven't forgotten what Mr. Pro did to us on the last green."
Sandie looked into her friend's eyes and saw the burning lust and the desire to get revenge on Rick. She whispered back "just calm down Lydia! We'll get our chance sooner or later to get make amends with Mr. Pro."
Patrick was about to interrupt their conversation and ask what they were whispering about when he heard Rick's voice over the speakers announcing it was time for the awards.
Rick called the names of the individual awards and when he announced Lydia's name as winner of closest to the pin on number three; he saw her jump out of her seat and walk toward him. As he handed her a certificate for merchandise in the pro shop, she leaned close and said "Don't think I've forgotten about your little stunt on eighteen. Your time is coming."
She turned and lifted her arms upward in a victory salute as she walked back to her table. Rick was left wondering what she had in mind as his eyes feasted on her swaying asscheeks. It all happened in a few seconds and the smiles still on their faces did not give anyone in the room an impression that something was amiss.
When it was time to hand out the team awards, Rick felt a bit awkward as he watched the two women approach him after he had called out their team for winning second place. He shook both their hands, handing the trophy to Sandie and watched as they turned to head back to their table when he heard Justin's voice yell.
