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Golf Slut
As he stepped in the front door, Sam could tell there was something wrong. The house was dark and quiet. Usually, when he came home from a business trip, his wife was waiting for him at the door. Tonight he was greeted by a dark, silent house. Standing in the foyer, he listened, but the flapping of the drapes in the breeze from the open door obscured any other sound.
Closing the door gently, Sam listened intently. He could just make out a sobbing sound. Without turning on a light or making a sound, Sam followed the noise down the hall. At the bedroom door, he stopped. It was partially open and the sobbing was coming from there. Slowly pushing the door open, he stepped into the room. He could now identify the noise as someone crying. In fact, he could tell it was his wife Donna crying into a pillow. Stepping back into the hall, Sam reached into the bathroom, flipping the switch to turn on the light. Stepping back into the bedroom he could now see Donna, sprawled out across the bed, face mashed into a pillow.
Looking at her carefully, he noticed her clothes were torn and disheveled. He rushed to her side thinking the worst.
"Fuck no, not again," Donna cried out, rolling away from Sam looking up at him with a fire in her eyes he had never seen before.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Oh god," Donna cried, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck. "God I'm glad it's you!"
"What happened, dear?" Sam asked looking at her bruised cheek and swollen lip.
"Thank god," Donna sobbed into Sam's chest.
"Honey, tell me what happened," Sam demanded.
"It was terrible and entirely my fault," Donna said.
"Donna, tell me," Sam growled.
"Of course, I'm sorry dear. Yesterday afternoon, Jake and the guys came over looking for you to go golfing. When I told them you weren't here, Jake said I could take your place.
"But you don't play golf," Sam said.
"I know, that should have tipped me off, but I was being naïve."
"Go on dear," Sam told her his voice full of concern.
"I asked what I should wear. Jack said my tennis outfit would be perfect..."
"I bet he did. How come you don't have that on now?"
"I'll get that. So I changed and grabbed your clubs and we went to the golf course. Jake, Bill, and Carney were perfect gentlemen. On the first hole, Jake gave me a quick lesson and when I hit the ball it went flying. The guys then hit theirs and we were off. I was in a cart with Jake. He's quite the charmer. All the way to my ball, he kept a constant monolog on how lucky you were to have such a beautiful woman like me for your wife.
"By the time it was time for me to take my next shot, I was a blush with embarrassment. Well, Jake gave me another quick lesson on the use of an iron, only this time he stood directly behind me, with his arms around me. He slowly moved his hand down the outside of my arms, sending chills through me. His front was now pressing against my back and what I first thought was a golf ball in his pocket. I soon realized it was his hard cock pressing into my ass.
"I didn't say anything. I don't know why? I think I was a little flattered by his reaction to being close to me. I should have pushed him away, but I didn't. It was all so sensuous. He told me to wiggle my ass. Without thinking, I did and he moaned in my ear and then kissed my neck. Smiling, I shrugged him off and took my shot. It wasn't the greatest hit, but the ball did go straight down the fairway, stopping just short of the green. Jake then took his shot and was on the green. On the ride to the green, Jake once again flattered me with compliment after compliment on how good I looked, what a sexy wife you had. I was hot with embarrassment when we got to the green.
"Again, Jake stood behind me to show me how I should hit the ball. I didn't hit the ball so well. It kind of dribbled onto the green, stopping just short of the pin. Jake just grunted at me. He then taught me how to putt. Again his hard cock was pressing against my ass as he showed me how to stroke. By that time I found I was extremely turned on."
"How did you know?" Sam asked, a little afraid of Donna's answer, but for some reason extremely aroused by her tale so far.
"I realized when a slight breeze ruffled my skirt, that my panties were wet."
Sam groaned at her words thinking back to all the times he had slipped his fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Donna easily became excited when the situation was right and when she was aroused her juices flowed easily and in copious amounts.
"Anyway, it took me three putts to put my ball in the hole. At the next tee, Carney stood behind me to show me how it should be done. Strong hands gripped mine on the club, he pressed his groin against my ass, letting me feel his arousal. I just sighed, resigned myself to the lessons all three were so happy to give me. Then Jake suggested we place a wager on the outcome of the game and each hole."
"Let me guess, whoever lost the hole, must discard a piece of clothing?" Sam asked.
"How did you know? You've played that game with him. Who is she?" Donna looked at her husband.
"No, I didn't play, he told us all a story one afternoon about him and some buddies down in Florida. One of his friend's wives tagged along when she wasn't wanted. He talked his buddy into going along and by the ninth hole she was stark naked and enjoying herself. On the back nine, they played for favors. By the seventeenth hole, she had been fucked by them all."
