This is a two part story, the same event told from the individual perspective of husband and wife Mark and Anne. Each stands on its own, but the reader may wish to read both!
I took my eyes off the road for a second and looked across at my wife Anne sitting dozing in the passenger seat. She was wearing shorts which showed off her tanned long legs, and a white polo shirt through which the outline of her bra showed through. The seat belt cut between her breasts and outlined them nicely, confirming their perfect size. About one and half standard British handfuls I thought, remembering their feel this morning as I'd woken up spooning her, one arm around her chest, cupping them.
I'd rolled her over and slid myself between her legs, my already erect cock finding her warm, damp pussy, sliding in without difficulty. Our love making was slow and languorous, we didn't need to hurry and took our time, revelling in the familiarity with each other's body, knowing which buttons to press and when to bring about our orgasms.
Satisfied, we'd rolled apart, enjoying our post-orgasmic glow and looking forward to the next few days. We'd been on the road now for a couple of hours with another hour to go until we got to our destination, a hotel just outside Grantham, a hotel more importantly with two golf courses attached, where we were going to spend the rest of the week playing golf with our friends, three other couples, all members of the same golf club in Kent.
We'd known them for many years, our kids having grown up together, and now that they had pretty much flown the nest it was time to enjoy ourselves a little more. This would be the third trip we'd taken with them at various locations in England, we all got on extremely well with none of the bickering or petty jealousies that can arise in such groups.
Anne's eyes opened and caught me ogling her breasts, and smiling back at me, eased the strap away from her cleavage, "Keep your eyes on the road Mister!" she admonished, "there'll be plenty of time for that when we get there." Our sex life was pretty good, Anne enjoyed it and was not above taking charge when the fancy took her. She'd surprised me on several occasions with impromptu sessions in some unlikely places and even a couple of times on the golf course, pressed up against a tree or once, late in the evening on a green.
The road we were on was pretty empty and was brand new, the only drawback being an average speed check along the whole length of it, meaning I had put the speed limiter on and could therefore pay less attention to what I was doing and more to my lovely wife. She leaned across, putting her hand on my thigh and kissed me on the cheek, my cock twitching in the confines of my own shorts as I had visions of her giving me a blow job as we were driving.
Sensibly, but regrettably, she didn't and we were soon pulling into the hotel car park just a few minutes behind Beth and Phil who were just getting out of their car, stretching their legs, cramped from the drive. We greeted them, hugging and kissing cheeks, pleased to see them safely there. Beth was a little shorter than Anne and to put it politely, much curvier, although by no means drastically overweight. She had large breasts and her bum was nicely rounded, her shorts stretched across it tightly.
We decided to go and wait in the bar for the others and have some lunch and a beer as we didn't have our first tee time until one-thirty. Cathy and Bill arrived some fifteen minutes later, Cathy was very similar in stature to Anne, although she didn't have Anne's magnetic personality, coming across as a very reserved soul, who took each and every action carefully and with due consideration.
The final couple was Diana and Charles who turned up a bit later, bickering over whose fault it was, Charles blaming Diana for being late getting ready, Diana blaming Charles for taking a wrong turning. Diana was a stunning blonde with a huge bubbly personality, she was game for anything and enjoyed very much being the centre of attention. She was the only one not wearing shorts, preferring a very short golf skirt, exposing a long length of thigh. As ever her shirt was unbuttoned at least one button too far, revealing a deep cleavage of tanned breast flesh.
"Right," announced Diana, "the Alphabet Set is all here. Let's have a great time!" The four girls were known as the Alphabet Set as they had forenames beginning with the first four letters of the alphabet, which had caused great merriment when it was first coined, and had somehow stuck.
We had buggies arranged for all five rounds as so much golf could get tiring and it saved having to lug our electric trollies back and forth, charging the batteries etc. There was some sort of competition carrying on all week between us, something complicated that had grown up over the past trips, a Men vs. Ladies element, a couples element, an individual element with all sorts of other parts thrown in. We all contributed a tenner, well actually the husbands all paid twenty quid, and Cathy ran it, meticulously logging all the scores each night and announcing the winners at the end. No-one really cared who won, except Cathy of course, and no-one dared to say she'd got it wrong!
We collected the buggies and drove round to the car park to load our golf bags on, each couple sharing a buggy as was our custom as it made matters much simpler, then found the putting green to have a few puts before the round.
"The first group is Anne and Mark, playing with Diana and Charles," announced Cathy as we stood around the first tee. All four of us hit good drives, considering we'd been sitting in the car for three hours beforehand, and we set off anticipating an enjoyable round. Anne and I played fairly consistently despite not knowing the course, but Charles and Diana struggled, their bickering continuing throughout, not enough to spoil our enjoyment, but clearly their travails on the way up were continuing.
We finished, the men shaking hands, Charles apologising to me for Diana's behaviour and the ladies kissing, Diana apologising to Anne for Charles'. I kissed Diana who hugged me tightly, her breasts pressing against my chest.
The other four finished right behind us and we duly gave all our scorecards to Cathy who sat and checked them as we sat in the bar having a few drinks. It was nice not to have to watch our drinking, being able to enjoy as much as we wanted rather than be confined to the driving limit, and it was a pretty convivial bunch who checked in and were allocated our rooms.
Anna and I were pleasantly surprised by the quality of the room, a truly huge double bed and a couple of armchairs, but the bathroom was even better, not only was there a full sized bath, but also a double sized walk-in shower. "Let's unpack, then shower," suggested Anne, opening her suitcase and pulling out all the clothes she had carefully selected for the week. All put away, she pulled off her polo shirt and shorts and dressed just in her bra and panties went into the bathroom.
