Golf Widows

Marcia, Rainbow, and Helen were happily cuddled together in a naked tangle of sweaty flesh.

"That was pretty damned amazing," Helen panted.

"It was far out, that's for sure," Rainbow opined, her choice of words an echoing of the way her hippie parents still talked.

"The only thing missing was a cock, or two, or even three," Marcia ventured. "Don't get me wrong. I love having your mouths all over my body, and your fingers and toys exploring me. But don't you both wish we could add our husbands' cocks to the mix?"

"Of course I do," Helen agreed. "But they're always so busy playing golf every free moment. And when they're not playing it, they're talking about playing, or thinking about it."

"Mine used to hump me every chance he got," Rainbow stated. Then he got hooked into that golfing threesome with your guys. We hardly ever fuck now," she concluded, sadly.

"Then let's do something about it," Helen decided. "I just had a thought. But before I explain it, are either of you jealous about the idea of your husband fucking either one or both of the other of us?"

Marcia and Rainbow looked at each other quizzically, then back at Helen. "You mean," Rainbow started, "would I be jealous if my Doug fucked you or Marcia?"

"Yes, that's what I'm asking," Helen confirmed.

"You mean like swinging? Like taking one of you into another room and screwing?" Rainbow asked.

"No, we'd all be in the same room," Helen corrected her. "My concept is only half-formed so far, which is why I'm asking."

Marcia had been thinking about it. "If my Sam wasn't sneaking off someplace with one of you, I think I'd be OK with it, especially if somehow it means I get fucked by someone, as well."

Rainbow nodded. "Yes, count me in. I wouldn't mind having sex with Sam, or your hubby Frank, Helen. It sounds like you're forming a plan in which we all get some action. So spill the beans."

"OK. Here's the basic idea," Helen began. "They all live and breathe golf. Let's make a sort of sex game based on golf! We each have three holes, so with all three of us participating, that makes nine holes. Many's the time I've heard Frank saying as he rushed out the door that the three of them were going to play a quick nine holes."

Marcia laughed. "He meant half of a golf course -- either the front nine, or the back nine."

"Well, I mean OUR nine," Helen giggled.

"So how do we do this?" Rainbow asked, getting intrigued.

"I think we need to gear the game toward golfing terms," Helen explained. "For instance, being 'caught in the bunker' might mean the guy's cock is trapped between these." As she said this, she pressed Rainbow's generous tits together, while the three of them imagined a husband tit fucking her.

"Mmmm," Rainbow commented. "Nice. I see what you mean. We'd better look up some more terms, and see if we can somehow work them in, too."

Thus, the planning of the game began. And a week later, the game was ready for a beta test. Luckily, it was a nasty, rainy day with no chance of the men running to the golf course. The three couples gathered at Helen and Frank's house.

The men had thoughtful expressions on their faces. They knew something was up, because during the week, each wife had sounded out her husband on the idea of playing a sexy golf game. The wives had hinted that during the game, a man might be called upon to have sex with a wife of one of the other guys. Being men, they'd seized on the idea of having permission to fuck someone new. Maybe they hadn't even considered that someone else might be doing their wife while they watched. Or maybe they had, and decided that, since they were all good buddies, sharing wives might not be all that bad an experience. Whatever the reason, no one had said 'no' and all were present.

The women left the room to 'get ready' for the game. The men were uncharacteristically silent as they waited. They didn't even analyze their most recent golf game together. They sat around, glancing over and over at the door that had closed behind the women. The eternity that they waited was about 10 minutes.

The door opened, and the three lovely women emerged -- stark naked! Three pairs of male eyes bulged in their sockets. Each man studied the unfamiliar forms of the two women married to his buddies. His own wife's form was very familiar of course, and pleasing, but this was new territory to study!

The women set down what they carried into the room, perhaps deliberately bending over in such ways as to give the best view of their various assets to the onlooking men. If the men had been paying attention to the female hands, they might have noticed 4 dice, two stacks of index cards, and a tube of lubricant. They weren't.

Each woman approached a man who was not her husband -- Marcia to Frank, Helen to Doug, Rainbow to Sam -- they'd agreed on this matching ahead of time, to do this smoothly. Helen announced, "On this golf course, we have strict requirements about apparel. There mustn't be any," she chuckled. The women started unbuttoning shirts, unbuckling belts, unzipping flies, and tugging at clothing until all three men were as naked as they were.

The women regarded the hunky male bodies in front of them -- each woman might have spent more time perusing the more unfamiliar bodies of her husband's friends. Apparently, the men were getting enough exercise to keep trim. The women were quite pleased to find their husbands already at 'half mast' just by seeing naked women and being naked themselves. "Now what?" Frank asked.

"Now dear," Helen began, holding up one die, "I will roll this." Rainbow was placing a poster board against the wall that read as follows:

WHEN SELECTING A WOMAN

1 or 6 = Marcia, 2 or 5 = Helen, 3 or 4 = Rainbow

WHEN SELECTING A MAN

1 or 6 = Sam, 2 or 5 = Frank, 3 or 4 = Doug

"Look at the chart for an explanation," Helen continued. She rolled. It came up 2. "I'm the first hole." She rolled again. It was a 5. "Nope, me again." Another roll. This time it came up 1. "Marcia is the second hole, so therefore Rainbow is hole number 3." Rainbow pouted a bit at being last. Helen smiled, saying, "Don't fret. We'll make you a par 5." Rainbow's answering smile was dazzling.

"And now for the men," Helen stated. Her first roll was a 6. Looking at the chart, she said, "Sam has first honors." Rolling again, she got a 3. "Doug has second honors, and therefore Frank tees off last."

"OK. You three men are at the first tee. Let's check the par for this hole," Helen added. She rolled a 3. "When we're establishing par, we'll only count rolls of 3, 4 or 5. I'm a par 3." Getting down on her knees, she pointed at her open mouth. "Gentlemen, here is the first hole."

HOLE 1 -- PAR 3

Not fully comprehending what was going on, Sam asked, "Why are there 4 dice?"

Marcia took over the explanation, since Helen was now the field of play. "Roll all 4 of the dice, Sam," she told him.

He scooped them up, shook them in both his hands, and dropped them onto the coffee table. They totaled 12.

"Take your 'club' in your hands, Sam, and give that first hole 12 strokes," Marcia said with a grin, pointing at Helen's mouth.

"You mean stick my dick into Helen's mouth 12 times?" Sam asked. All three women nodded encouragingly. This was the moment of truth. Helen was mentally crossing her fingers, and thinking, "Come on, Sam. Just do it. Break the ice." She deliberately didn't make eye contact with her husband.

Frank, who was about to see his wife's mouth fucked by his buddy cleared his throat. Everyone looked at him, wondering if he was going to bring the game to an abrupt halt, now that it was clearer how it was going to be played. But he just looked at Sam and asked, "What grip are you planning to use, buddy?"

Everyone laughed in relief.

"I think this calls for an unorthodox single handed grip," Sam laughed. Grasping his cock near its base, he guided it into the warm opening between Helen's lips. She tightened them on his shaft as he began pumping. The remaining two women counted his strokes from one to twelve.

Marcia handed the dice to Doug, who also rolled a 12. He grinned as he pumped his cock 12 times into Helen's mouth.

"Frank's turn to tee off," Marcia announced. He rolled an 18! Helen's eyes widened in surprise as her husband fucked her mouth rather forcefully 18 times.

"That's some driver you've got there," Doug commented, eliciting giggles and chuckles from the group.

"She's a par 3, so I'm guessing I roll again?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Marcia confirmed. "But first, draw a card from the 'F' stack. That stands for fairway."

Sam drew a card. He read it aloud, "Your shot put you into a bunker."

"Yayy!" Rainbow cried out. "Roll the dice!" Obeying, Sam rolled a 16.

Kneeling in front of Sam, Rainbow spit on his dick and wrapped her tits around it. "You have to use 16 strokes to get out of this bunker."

Laughing, Sam began his thrusts into that warm, smooth tunnel Rainbow was providing. His laughs turned into moans of delight as she bent her chin down and let the head of his cock slip into her mouth each time it peeked up from between her tits. "Geez," Sam thought, "I'm tit-fucking her while her husband and my wife both watch me do it! This is unbelievable!" Everyone watched closely. Rainbow's blue eyes twinkled with delight at feeling his passionate friction.

For their second 'shots' both Doug and Frank drew cards that just said 'play on' and they rolled a 19 and a 21, respectively. As Frank was mouth fucking his wife those 21 strokes, Doug decided to ask, "What if we cum?"

Rainbow answered him. "Honey, if you cum, that's fine. But you'll be asked if you're able to continue play. If not, the others will 'play through' while you watch from the gallery." She smiled, having mastered some of their lingo.

Doug gave her a tender kiss.

Marcia announced, "Since Helen is a par 3 hole, you're all now on the green. Before you roll the dice, draw a card from the 'G' stack."

All three men drew cards that merely said 'play the hole' so they each gave Helen's mouth the required number of strokes. It was now time for the second hole, Marcia. She rolled a 3, and announced, "Hole 2, a par 3." Getting onto her knees, she opened her mouth expectantly.

HOLE 2 -- PAR 3

Her husband was up first. Teeing off, Sam fucked her mouth the 14 times the dice indicated, and found it just as enjoyable as using Helen's mouth. Doug and Frank teed off into her mouth 19 and 13 times, respectively.

For his second turn at this hole, Sam rolled a 15, and drew a card, read it, and looked confused. This card says, "You whiffed the ball." He looked at Helen. "What does this mean?"

In answer, Helen pushed Sam's thighs far apart, and used her hand to hold his cock up out of the way. His scrotum dangled free beneath his cock. "Ladies, you know what to do," Helen said.

Marcia reached forward and swatted at her husband's balls, deliberately missing them. Sam flinched, feeling the rush of air on his balls, but could not move much because of Helen's grip on his dick. Rainbow also swatted at his balls and missed, as did Helen. Seeing the look of apprehension still on Sam's face, she smiled and reassured him,"Don't worry. We all whiffed, as the card demanded." Everyone, including Sam, chuckled, comprehension dawning. Sam then took his 15 strokes into his wife's warm, wet mouth.

Doug's card read 'play on' and he was thrilled to roll a 21 for his second shot. Slipping his cock in and out of Marcia's eager mouth was quite a turn on, especially with Sam watching and approving.

Frank drew his card. He grinned after reading it carefully and announced, "It says I should use the ball washer."

Giggling, Marcia shuffled forward on her knees, lifted his cock, and enthusiastically sucked his balls into her mouth, one at a time, over and over. Her slurping sounds were so loud that everyone else crowded in and leaned over, getting a great look at Frank's balls popping in and out of her lips. "Oh fuck, her mouth feels terrific," Frank thought. "She's sucking my balls like there's no tomorrow! Sam's a lucky guy!"

Finally satisfied that the balls were sparkling clean, Marcia shuffled back and opened her mouth, waiting. Frank's balls gleamed wetly as they swung beneath his crotch. He'd only rolled an 11, which was probably to his benefit -- too many strokes and he might have blown his load, perhaps having to step out of play.

Now 'on the green', Sam drew a 'G' card and looked crestfallen. Sadly, he read aloud, "Bogey -- lose a turn." He stepped aside.

Doug and Frank both drew 'play the hole' cards. Doug gave Marcia's mouth 13 strokes, and Frank gave her 11 of them.

Her hole finished, Marcia made room for Rainbow, telling her, "They're finally starting to leak precum, you lucky girl." Rainbow smiled as she knelt down in front of Sam.

Helen reminded the men, "We've already determined that she's a par 5."

HOLE 3 -- PAR 5

The men knew this was going to be a long, tough hole, and they needed to pace themselves. Sam teed off with 10 strokes into the curvaceous blonde's mouth. Her husband, Doug, followed that with 18 strokes, but at least he was familiar with this hole. Frank's tee off was comprised of a mere 12 strokes, but seeing those blue eyes staring up at him almost made him cum, anyway.

During this second shot, all the fairway cards that the men drew said 'play on' so there were no side diversions. Each took his strokes into Rainbow's mouth. The fact that they had five rounds doing this actually made them hope they'd roll smaller number for the strokes, rather than too many. No one wanted to cum yet, and possibly be out of the game.

Between the players using her mouth, Rainbow reported, "You're right, Marcia! Their cocks are streaming precum like mad, now!" She took it upon herself to suck hard on each dick as it moved in and out of her mouth, swallowing the secretions. The men groaned sounds of pleasure mixed with dismay at her oral expertise.

Finally, they'd reached the green, and were grateful to draw the simple 'play the hole' cards. Rainbow's mouth received their final strokes, and the hole was complete.

The men were standing with red-tinged, stiff cocks, waiting for the fourth hole. Helen had brought an air mattress into the room, which she placed on the narrow but sturdy coffee table, and covered it with a soft blanket. She rolled one of the dice, and announced, "A par 4 hole."

She climbed onto the bedding on the coffee table, placing herself on her back, and spread her smoothly shaven labia apart. Pointing at her vaginal opening, she explained, "Here's the hole in question."

HOLE 4 -- PAR 4

The men had actually been rather concentrating on the mechanics of the game, trying to remember its rules, and understand the cards they were drawing. Now it dawned on them that they were actually going to fuck each other's wives -- for real! They stared at one another, looking for any signs of discomfort about this concept. But secretly, each was eager to experience this freedom, and felt certain that they were the best lover in the group anyway. So after a bit of eye contact, each nodded.

Then Frank's eyes lit up with comprehension. Looking right into Helen's eyes, since she was the obvious organizer of this game, he asked her an important question. "Helen, if the first three holes were your mouths, and the second three holes are apparently your cunts, does that mean..." his voiced faded. He swallowed. "Does that mean that the last three holes are... your asses?"

All three women laughed. Rainbow clapped her hands with merriment. Helen answered, "A very astute observation, Frank. Or should I say 'ASS-tute'? Yes. Those are the final three holes in this game."

There's something about anal sex that really makes most men wild. Maybe because it feels so naughty and forbidden. Maybe because that tunnel is so nice and tight and gives amazing friction. Maybe because there's no chance of pregnancy. Each man was thinking something along these lines, "OMG! I'm going to get to fuck the asses of all three of these gorgeous women! They want it!"

But first they had to get through the 'ordeal' of fucking all these pussies. Well, not really an ordeal, of course. Having sex is always fun. But there was that frisson of worry about cumming too soon. On the other hand, maybe the novelty of this game would give them enough excitement to get stiff again, even after cumming. They could only play on, and hope.

Sam teed off with a roll of 18. Helen's cunt was sopping wet already. In fact, all three women were lubricating like mad. They were having sex with these three handsome studs, two of whom were not their husband. Marcia and Rainbow couldn't wait to take Helen's place on the coffee table. They watched Sam slide his dick into Helen's depths and start pumping. They counted his strokes. Even the other two guys counted out loud now, really getting into the game.

Doug rolled a 21. As he started fucking Helen, Sam commented, "Lucky bastard!" But his tone of voice was congratulatory, not resentful. Doug's dick made squishing and sucking sounds as it moved in and out of the warm wet embrace of Helen's cunt. Doug was a bit stunned, thinking, "I'm actually fucking a woman I've lusted after for a long time, right here in her home, with her husband watching!" That thought was so arousing that his cock was threatening to spew as he pulled it out after the twenty-first stroke. If he'd rolled a 22, he might have been undone.

Frank teed off into his wife with 17 strokes. As they screwed, he leaned down and kissed her lips passionately. He was really turned on by this whole situation. He whispered, "You've never looked more lovely, sweetheart." She returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck to prolong it.

For Sam's second shot, he rolled a 16 and drew a card that read 'ask for advice as to how to play this hole' which made him laugh. Turning to Frank, he said, "You really know this one well, buddy. How should I play it?"

Frank scratched his chin a few times, smiling, and replied, "If I were you, I'd grab a 'bunker' in each hand, and drive the ball as hard as I could."

Nodding, Sam inserted the head of his penis just inside the entrance to Helen's vaginal tunnel. Each of his hands took a firm grip on Helen's tits, and began fucking her as hard as he could. Everyone watched Helen's eyes fly open with pleasure and heard her loud gasp of delight. When Sam finished his 16 strokes, he pulled his glistening dick free and gave Frank a high five in thanks for his advice.

Doug drew a 'play on' card and rolled a 14. He also partially entered Helen's cunt, and took hold of her breasts. Acting as if he was trying to get a proper grip, he massaged her tits and thumbed her nipples vigorously, making Helen purr with delight. He made their pelvises slap together as he gave her his 14 strokes. Helen was moaning loudly as he finished.

Also drawing a 'play on' card, Frank rolled a 23. He emulated his two buddies, playing with his wife's tits as he banged her hard. Helen began cumming at stroke number 8, and was still writhing in orgasm when Frank reached stroke 23. He kept his dick deep inside her until she stopped shaking.

Sam quickly drew a card. Told to 'play on' he rolled an 18. He lifted Helen's legs to hook them over his shoulders. Shoving his cock into what felt like a bubbling inferno, he plowed her pussy hard and deep, wanting her to cum again. She did, starting her climax at stroke 16. Sam stopped at 18, observing the rules of the game, but stayed inside her, enjoying the feel of her cunt muscles rippling on him.

Doug rolled a 15, and his card told him to 'adjust your stance' causing him to look quizzically at Marcia and Rainbow. The two women snuggled up on either side of him, touching him all over. They adjusted the bend in his knees, the tilt of his head, the angle of his cock, the position of his balls, the placement of his hands on Helen's breasts -- they even tweaked Doug's nipples to make them perky. Satisfied, the women patted his ass and said, "Play on." Either Helen was still in orgasm, or she was still highly aroused, because she also had an orgasm as Doug fucked her.