It was Friday, my husband's golf day, and I was feeling a bit frisky. It started in the shower that morning, just after he had left to meet his golf buddies. I was standing underneath the hot water when I noticed my thighs were involuntarily rubbing against each other. I investigated the situation by sliding my index finger between my pussy lips and into my pussy. Sure enough, I was dripping wet. I stuck a few more fingers in my pussy and started moving them in and out making myself come before finishing the shower. When I stepped out of the tub I decided I was way too horny to simply make myself come a few times and be done with it. It was going to be the kind of day where I indulged in my nastier side. . .
I decided that "slutty/sporty" would be the theme of the day. I dressed in a tight white polo shirt, short white skirt and thin white cotton panties and I set out for the golf course.
I did not know any of my husband's golfing buddies - they had been playing together regularly for over a year now. I knew they were a bunch of horny men, though; information that inspired me on this particular day. When I got to the golf course, I found the girl they refer to as the "beer wench" - the cute girl who drives around and sells cold beverages to thirsty golfers. With a wink, I told her that I wanted to "surprise" my husband on the course - she gave me a knowing look and happily complied, handing over her golf cart, grateful for the break.
It didn't take long to find my husband - I had noticed before he left the house that he was wearing his favorite red golf shirt. He and his three buddies seemed very intent on their game, but I could see their interest shift as I approached. I pulled the golf cart over to where they were all standing - my husband was busy concentrating on his swing. I waited. He turned around and noticed me with a start - he took one look at my outfit, though and knew exactly what I was up to. He decided to play along. The four men took a break from their game and came over to buy drinks from me. They really came over to look at my tits; the drinks were a fringe benefit. I made a show out of bending over to get the coldest beers out of the cooler. I had planned it so that each time I bent over, the men would see my panties. And I had conveniently worn panties that were almost sheer - I certainly wanted them to see my pussy hair, and with any luck, they would also see where my pussy juice soaked through. I caught my husband's eye and winked. He gave me a small smile and a wink back - I knew he was very pleased with my decision to come out and visit him today.
Knowing I was within earshot, he started egging the other guys on to flirt with me. He knew that would make me wet. He bet his buddies that I was a nasty slut who would probably do anything. They laughed nervously, a little embarrassed by him. I took my cue and bent over with my ass facing them, pretending to look for something in my golf cart. At this point, I knew my pussy was sopping wet and that they would see the wetness through my panties.
Sure enough, they all stopped laughing and just started staring. Then my husband started to put ideas into their heads. He challenged the most outgoing of his buddies to approach me and see what I would do for them. Sure enough, the loudest of the four men casually walked over to me, seeming very interested in my selection of imported beers. He chatted me up for a few minutes trying to summon up the courage to proposition me. It was really quite amusing, actually; if he only knew what was really going on! Finally, he cleared his throat and started.
