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It had been almost two months since Carol and I started our relationship with Ray. Every Friday night he arrived, having told his wife, Joan, he was going to his lodge meeting. We fit together well as a threesome, even though I had to adjust to his behavior as a bull. Carol and Ray taught me my new duties -- getting him ready and cleaning up both of them after their initial encounter, on the rug in the family room.
He still took her into the bedroom and locked the door to enjoy their "private time" and Carol still refused to tell me what he did to her. My dick still got black and blue from masturbating and listening outside that locked door. But most importantly, sex between Carol and me during the week returned to that same wonderful experience that we had during the three years with her fuckin Jim. Carol and I needed this relationship. It provided the spark that turned on sex for both of us.
Ray's wife Joan did not suspect a thing and I saw her at the club regularly to be sure it stayed that way. She was trying to improve her golf and I gave her tips and even a lesson here and there. We became good friends and saw each other regularly at the club.
Late one afternoon, the four of us were sharing drinks and conversation next to the club pool. When it was time to leave, Joan asked me a question.
"Jerry, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure," I answered. "What is it?"
"The golf store at the mall is having a sale. You said I needed a new putter. Will you help me pick it out?"
"I'd be glad to. Why don't you and Ray follow us to the mall."
We parked at the entrance near the golf shop. Both of us had those big SUVs that were so popular because of all the room in the back. We went in and Joan and I started to look at the putters. There was a place to practice on Astroturf and Joan started working with each putter. I helped her.
"You guys are gonna take all day," said Ray. "Carol, why don't we go find something to do?"
The two of them left and Joan kept practicing with different putters under my guidance. It took almost an hour, but we finally found one she liked and used well. As she was signing her credit card receipt Ray and Carol walked up.
"That's gotta be a damn good putter," said Ray. "You took long enough finding it."
We laughed and headed back to our cars. The sun was starting to set as Ray and Joan drove off. Carol took my arm and opened the back door.
"Get in here," she said.
"Why?" I asked. The seats were all folded, giving full space on the floor. Our SUV has dark glass on the back windows so no one could see us in the dim light.
Carol laid on her back, pulled up her skirt, and spread her legs. She had no panties on.
"Where the hell are your pants?"
She reached under the seat, pulled them out, and waved them in the air.
"What the hell have you been doing?" I asked.
Carol laughed that musical laugh that I loved so much. "While you and Joan were selecting her favorite putter, Ray was using his favorite putter on me. Look what I've got for you, baby."
She spread her legs wide to show me that big pussy of hers. It was swollen from sexual arousal and gaping wide, with thick creamy cum dripping out. I could see strands of sticky cum on both her inner thighs. It was like throwing a light switch -- I got so horny so fast that it seemed impossible.
"Jesus!" I said trembling. I buried my face in that dripping, cavernous pussy and sucked out the juice, enjoying that wonderful musky taste of Ray's cum. That horny bastard had pumped a big load. Later she told me it was two loads. When I was finished Carol had a very clean pussy. Then I rolled on my back, pulled my pants down, and started jerking off. Damn I was horny.
Carol tickled my balls and whispered in my ear. "I knew that horny bastard was gonna fuck me when we walked out of the golf shop. He led me out here. He stripped me down buck-naked and played with my tits. He turned me on and my pussy got dripping wet. Then that hairy bastard fucked me hard -- just the way you saw him do it last Friday and the hair on his chest tickled my tits and then he ... "
I groaned and started pumping my load into the air and up on my belly. I laid there breathing heavily and Carol continued to whisper in my ear.
"... have no idea how good that big dick feels. We both came real quick. Then we rested about ten minutes and that horny bastard fucked me again. Damn it felt good. I was thinking about making you eat me out."
I started to get hard again. "Stop it! I want to take you home and fuck you."
"You're in charge baby," Carol said and then laughed that happy musical laugh. God how I loved her!
I drove home fast and we went right to bed and, miracle of miracles, my dick, bruises and all, rose to the occasion. Carol had her third orgasm of the afternoon. Damn I loved that woman!
One Saturday morning, a month later, I was helping Joan with her swing on the diving range. The place was almost deserted. I was standing behind her, my arms around her, trying to show her how to keep her hands in front of the ball. Suddenly she dropped the club, spun around, pulled my head down and kissed me.
Jesus! What brought that on?
"I couldn't help it," Joan said. When your body is close to mine I get so turned on I can't stand it. Ray's not doing it to me anymore. I told him he was too rough."
This was a surprise. We had become increasingly friendly over the past months. Our bodies had touched when I showed her how to hold a golf club, but I never dreamed she felt this way.
"Your body excites me too," I said. Then looking around to be sure it was safe I kissed her again.
"Take me home," she said.
"What about Ray?" I asked.
