Marie and Fred had been playing golf together all their married live. They started when Fred was in graduate school when they had easy, and inexpensive, access to the university golf course. Life was good in those summer days. Fred would study for his foreign language requirement on the week day mornings, and then they would play 18 holes in the afternoon. They would avoid the course on the weekends. There were just too many people out there.
All good things seem to come to an end. First, Fred graduated, got a job, and loss his week day freedom. Then their kids came along and their time became very precious. There were years that Fred only played golf on vacation with his father. Marie played not at all. Other years, depending where Fred's work transfers took them, he only played in after work 9 hole leagues. Their recreation and vacations centered on family and the kids.
Then Fred saw an ad offering free lodging in a resort area that was on the way to his parent's home, their annual vacation destination. They would even receive a $50 bonus. All they had to do was listen to a timeshare presentation. Like so many before them, they got sucked in and bought a week. The real appeal was the "mandatory" vacation each year. And to top it off, they were not limited to one resort. They could trade destinations around the country. They used it well. They and the kids got resorts vacations for the first time in their lives. They mostly used their traded week for skiing vacations until they were empty nesters. Golf vacations were then possible and used.
Fred and Marie traveled up and down the east coast once a year visiting a variety of resorts with on site golf courses. The timeshare provided a condo like accommodations at each resort. They would have breakfast in the unit each morning, play 18 holes before one o'clock, explore the local area in the afternoon, eat out for dinner, and have sex each night. The next day would be very much the same. They, especially Fred, were in heaven for at least one week per year. Last summer and fall, Marie and Fred experienced two sexual events that had an interesting impact on Marie. Marie was forced into reluctant sex with three strangers while hiking in a CT state forest while Fred was bound and forced to watch. Later, the same three strangers, known by first name only, visited their home for an unexpected, but enjoyable, encore. Fred, initially, expected that Marie would have reacted negatively to the encounters, but the opposite was the case. She has begun to dress more flirty, but still appropriate, for her age. That means more skirts, even on the golf course. Fred knew she would be a knockout on their annual trip, this time to the Pinehurst area, and a resort called Foxfire. A resort with two 18 hole golf courses in the sand hills of North Carolina.
They arrived mid-day Saturday. This resort has a multi-unit facility, much like a hotel. There are, also, separate condo like buildings spread through the grounds. Marie and Fred were in one of the separate units at the end of the parking area. They could park right in front of the door, with no other condo entries near. Once inside, like most timeshare condos, the sitting/living room was separated from the kitchen by a serving counter. They had all the comforts of home.
Their second day was spent scoping the area and setting up tee times. They were in the habit of playing early, but in a resort such as this, it is first come, first serve. They were paired with another twosome most of the time. Monday was unusual. They got the first tee time on one of the two Foxfire courses and played by ourselves. It was a fast round, and they were into their preferred golfing vacation pattern -- early off the course with the rest of the day free. Tuesday was not so good. They were paired with a young couple. The guy was trying to teach his sweetie how to play. It was a long round.
They were paired with two middle aged men on the next two days on alternating courses. They met on the first tee of the Blue course on Wednesday. The guys were at the resort for two days of golf before flying home through Raleigh on Friday. They knew what they were doing on the course. Rob was the better golfer - about a 4 handicapper. Tom played to a 15 handicap, so he was a pretty good stick too. Fred could hold his own with a skill level between the two of them.
When men on vacation get paired with women, or a woman, they are never overjoyed. Rob and Tom were no exception, but they were polite. They warmed up right after the first hole. First, they realized that Marie knew the etiquette and rules of the game. She would swing her club more often, but she did not hold up the group. In fact, there was a wait on most tees for the group in front, providing more time to get acquainted. Marie was wearing a mid thigh skirt with a loose top that ended just at the top of the skirt waist line. It is very appropriate golf attire, acceptable at any private country club or resort. Rob and Tom were watching every move Marie made, especially as she spread her legs on her full shots, stretching her skirt wide. And when she reached down to pick her ball out of the hole, and the back of her skirt raised up; all eyes were on her legs. There was a reason Marie's body got so much attention. Her food preparations routine for her entire marriage focused on low fat, healthy meals. Fred and Marie also have a passion for walking that gives a good level of exercise. At home they walk the golf course rather than ride, and on days off the course, they are taking a hike.
The round was going great with a growing camaraderie. Rob kept trying to give Marie tips on her swing. He didn't hesitate moving her elbow to the correct position, or position her head just so. On the 16th hole, he placed his hands on the sides of her hips to demonstrate her body turn and weight shift. Marie seemed to be lapping it up, even though the teaching pros at our home course have told her not take advice during a round. They meant Fred, especially.
At the end of the round, heading to the car, Marie and Fred agreed that we were looking forward to tomorrow's round with the same guys. After finished loading the clubs in to the car, Tom drove up by golf cart.
"Hey, do you have time for us to buy you a drink in the club house? Lunch, too, if you wish."
Marie gave Fred a quick glance. "We would love it." Fred wasn't used to her jumping so quickly to such an offer.
It was burgers and beer for all but Marie, who had a chicken sandwich. Both men were married, but they take a spring trip south each spring for a golf break at Foxfire. They were sharing a room in the multi-unit building at the resort. Marie was digging all this information out from to two men.
"With just the two of you, what do you do with the rest of the day after golf?" Marie asked.
Rob seemed to be the lead in this duo. "Our wives know this trip is the boys' trip with no questions or restrictions. We plan to drive over to the club strip closer to Fort Bragg. The shows can be a little raunchy."
"I bet." Responded Marie.
"Would you two like to join us? We would be happy to drive."
"Sounds inviting, but Fred gets his own strip show right in our unit."
"Fred is one lucky man. It would be great to join him."
