On a Drive Home From Golf

On a drive home from golf

MILF takes on the boys

This is any other Mare and Fred fictional adventure that began several years ago under the authorship of Longwalk and continued by Longwalk2. Both are the same author. This story had several references back to previous stories, but hopefully, can be enjoyed on its own.

Whenever I play in a charity golf fund raiser, I always buy a strip of raffle tickets. I know that I will not break even in the long run, but the event is about fun and funds for a good cause. (Sorry, I couldn't help myself.)

I arrived home about 7 PM. These golf outings always include a buffet dinner, with the raffle drawing right after. Marie knew I would be late and was in her robe reading in the family room. We are retired and our family has grown up and moved out several years ago. We are retired but we are both in good physical shape for our age. Marie still can arouse male eyes when she dresses to allure. We spend much of our time on golf, sex, and time share trips around the country. When I mention sex, it refers not only to our steamy actives in the house, but to the many sexual adventures Marie, and me, most of the time, have planned or stumbled into.

"Honey, I won us a free round of golf, with cart, at the Oaks Country Club."

"Yippee. I've heard of the course, but thought it was private and out of our league. I'm excited. When do we play?"

"It has some restrictions. No weekends and afternoons only during the week. I'll call for a tee time tomorrow. But now I want to see what is under that robe."

"At your pleasure, but I want to finish this chapter before I go upstairs."

I pulled the sash exposing the nude body I love. After I teased her nipples, she brushed my hand away.

"Go, Go. I'll be yours soon. We will celebrate upstairs."

Getting a tee time was more difficult than I expected, but at a private club, it is 'members come first'. Balancing both of our schedules, Thursday afternoon at 3:30 was the best I could do, but it was only a week away. It is June, and here in CT, it does start getting dark until nearly 8 o'clock.

The week went by quickly with my Saturday men's league, Marie's women's league on Tuesday, and several hikes on the local rail trails. I know that not everyone would get hyped by golf an exclusive club as we did, but membership at this club is out of our reach. As a result, Marie was agonizing about what to wear. We played golf at some very nice golf courses, like a couple of the Pinehurst courses. In fact, as she rummaged through her choices, she pulled out a skirt and top she wore at Pinehurst. The skirt extended to just below mid-thigh, but it was full enough that a lot of leg would flash on a full golf swing. The sleeveless top extended to the skirt at the waistline with buttons from collar to the waist.

"Fred, what do you think?"

"Hon, I like it. I remember when you wore that outfit at Pinehurst. Today, it will be fashionable in the club house, and, since we are a twosome, I alone, will get to enjoy it on the course."

"Oh, you pervert."

We arrived at the club with plenty of time before our tee time. So, we had some time on the practice green to check out the speed of the greens. Surprisingly, there were no other golfers waiting to start their round, but our time arrived, and we were at the first tee right on time.

I do enjoy golf without waiting for the group in front, but it was not an issue because we were slowed by not knowing our way around the course and just enjoying the luxury of where we were. It was a four hour round even though we were only a twosome. We finished at 7:30, and I planned to buy dinner for Marie. As we entered the club house, we were told that we needed to be a guest of a member to eat there. They didn't even accept payment for the meal. All meals were billed to the member. We had a lot to learn about private clubs.

"I'll stop on the way home, so keep your eyes out for what you may like."

"Ok, but get out of the high-priced part of town first."

I had driven to the country club on the interstate bypass and saw no places to eat on the way, so I chose to return home through town. Longer, time wise, but sure to offer more options. Nothing appealed to Marie, until I drove past the Softail Bar and Grill. As I passed the parking lot, she recognized it.

"Wait, let's eat there. We have not been in the main grill room. Good memories: I want to check it out."

I turned around about 300 yards passed the lot. It was starting to get dark now at about 8:30, and I was getting hungry. So, I was willing to eat anywhere. The lot was about half full, which was about right for late on a Thursday night.

When we entered the grill room, there were about 20 people scattered between the dance floor, the bar, and the tables. We found a table near the back wall fronted by the dance floor. I saw no waitress, so after Marie was settled, I went to the bartender to ask about food as well as drinks. The cook had just left for the night, and he was the only staff available. But if we could be patient, he could handle the grill as well. Most of the other customers who wanted to eat had already done so and were preparing to leave. Few couples were still on the dance floor with music provided by a jukebox. Ordering two scotches, I returned with menus.

It looked like hamburger and coleslaw were our best options given the hour, and I passed the order to the bartender right away.

After a few sips and watching the couples on the dance floor, Marie wanted to get into the action. I'm not the best dancer, but I am very willing to meet her wishes. Besides, she had on that short full skirt that shows off all the way to her panties in a fast twill. Being the sexual being that she is, she added to the speed of the twills every time I initiated one. After about three fast songs/dances, our burgers were delivered to the table.

On the way to the table, I stopped for a couple of waters to go with our food. To keep me from drinking my scotch too fast. While standing at the bar, I glanced towards a group of young men that I had observed while dancing. It was obvious that they were checking Marie flying hem while we were on the floor.

Walking back to the table, I suddenly realized that I recognized one of them. It was Willy, one of the boys that had attending the MILF party for Amos that was held in this bar on the lower level in a private room.

When I got back to the table, Marie had finished her Scotch and waved to the bartender for another. I did not know, at the time, if she or Willy had recognized each other. The thought that they might have started a growing bulge in my shorts.

After we finished eating, Marie wanted to return to the dance floor. Before leaving the table, she finished her second scotch. There was only one other couple on the dance floor. Actually, we were the only two couples remaining in the bar.

After we started the third dance, one of the two guys that were sitting with Willy tapped my shoulder to cut in. I stopped and looked at Marie. She was shaking her head, yes. I stood and watched briefly before I returned to the table. This young man had the moves and had Marie spinning as never before. Most of the spins put her panty covered ass on full display.

As they started the second dance, Willy and the other guy joined me at the table carrying two more scotches. He placed one in front of me and the other to my left, as he sat down across the table from me. His friend pulled two chairs up to my right. "I remember that dancing MILF from a couple years ago. I hope you remember me. My name is Willy in case you have forgotten. This my bro, Randy, and dancing on the floor is Amos' older brother, Ty."

With that introduction, I glanced at the dance floor. Marie and Ty were in were in a light embrace which ended with a slight peck on the lips.

Marie and Ty joined us at the table with Marie sitting between me and Willy. Looking at Marie, "I hope you remember me. I know how much you love Scotch."

"I do remember your face, but I had forgotten your name until Ty reminded me while we were dancing. And yes, I do remember the party for Amos and his friends downstairs. Do you remember who was in charge at that party?"

"Yes, I do! You were! My favorite MILF."

"You are still young, so I am probably the only MILF you have ever been close to." That got a chuckle from the other boys, really young men.

I saw the gleam in her eyes. Marie was sizing up the situation and planning the rest of her evening. I knew this would become one of her sexual adventures, with her in control, and with me fully enjoying the adventure one way or the other.

Marie took a long sip of the scotch in front of her. "Boys, I'm feeling a little frisky, but it is still a little public in here. I'll start something when the time is right. Right now, I think I need some more scotch."

Ty and Randy immediately went to the bar and returned with four bottles of beer and two more scotches. After the drinks were passed around, I noticed a slight reaction from Marie. Making eye contact, she raised her eyebrows. Then I noticed that Willy was holding his beer in his left hand with his right hand somewhere under the table. I couldn't see, but I was sure that his hand was on her bare leg.

While Marie was asking Ty about his dad and brother, she shifted a little closer to Willy. I was amazed that she could continue the conversation while Willy was doing his best to distract her.

The bar had emptied out with the last couple and the remaining singles calling it a night. Not a surprise on a Thursday night. "I could dance for you boys, but what I got carried away and someone walked in?"

Ty jumped up, "No problem, we know the bartender. He's also the owner. "Talking his friends, "Let me have about 50 from each of you, and I'll get us free range. That will also cover the meal and drinks for our guests."

Taking the hand full of cash to the owner who was busy cleaning up, Ty was quietly discussing options with the owner. The owner glanced at our table, then walked to the front door and locked it. Then the shades were drawn, the neon open sign turned off, and the lights lowered. Then Ty and the owner joined us with another round of drinks.

Ty introduced the owner, Jason, to us. "Of course, I know about the MILF event two years ago. Ty's dad is a good friend. I don't expect any other customers tonight. You are safe and the floor is yours."

Marie had her slay smile on her face as she surveyed four eager faces looking back at her, plus me. "Yes, boys, this MILF is going to dance for you, but I need a little music. Not too fast. This MILF wants to be slow and deliberate."

Several coins went into the jukebox and the music started. Marie moved to the center of the dance floor and chairs were moved to encircling her. She still her scotch glass in hand as she swayed, walked, and twilled in front her audience.

At the end of the first song, she finished off the contents in her glass, sat on Jason's lap to return the glass to its owner, but while she was at it, her hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants. After a brief kiss on the lips, she returned to the center of the circle. Her short, full skirt was perfect for flirting as she either twirled or flipped the hem up with fingers. She started with the sides, showing the red color of her panties, then the back, showing her covered firm ass.

Instead of flipping the front of the shirt up, she did a couple of fast full twills forcing the skirt flying up to her waist, exposing all sides of the panties. As she allowed the skirt to fall, her fingers slipped into the waist band of the panties. Keeping her back straight and bending her hips and knees, she pulled the panties down her legs. She had removed her shoes before she left the table, so it was easy grab the panties with her toes and 'kick' them in Randy's direction. The reaction from the boys was a loud approval.

As the music continued, the flitting with the skirt hem continued, but the view was more revealing. As the next song ended, Marie surprised me saying, "I need a rest.". Then she sat on my lap. She wanted me to start un-buttoning her top, but first I reached under her skirt and grabbed her full bush. I love to slowly and lightly allow her hair to slide through my fingers. I went back for a second time, pulling with slightly more force. She responded with an ever so slight movement of her hips.

"One button, sir." Which I did, starting from the bottom.

She returned to her flirting dance routine but when the juke box had stopped. "I'm tired of dancing alone. I need someone to join me, and I need some slow music from the juke box.". Ty had Marie in his arms before Willy could get any coins in the juke box. They started before the music started. Well, there may have been more groping than dancing. Ty was able to undo the remaining buttons and send her top flying toward our empty table.               As the first song ended, Willy tapped Ty to break in, but as Ty backed away, he managed to unclip her bra and take it with him.

Willy ran his hands up and down her bare back, as he pulled her ever so close to his body. He soon found the claps and zipper for the skirt, sending it to the floor. As Marie stepped out of the skirt, he kicked it to the side and moved behind her. They were still sort of dancing, but his hands were roaming from tits to bush. The effects of being nude and all the touching was taking its toll on Marie. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily, as she swayed to the music. It was a good thing that Willy was there to hold her up.

While Willy was putting on the show, TY and Randy were undressing, and Jason and I were stroking our exposed dicks. None of this activity escaped Marie's attention. As soon Willy moved to catch up, she pulled Ty and Randy to the center of the dance floor. Dropping to her knees in front of Ty, while pulling him to his knees as well. Like his father, Tyrone, Ty had a BBC. Marie was hoping to start small in her cunt, so Randy, the only non-black beside me in the group, was presented her inviting wet pussy. He did not require a second invitation, and started pumping from behind, while Marie used one hand for support and the other holding Ty's cock like a popsicle.

As her tongue moved from sack to crown, she made eye contact with Ty, "Hold on. I want you in me. I want you hard and to let loose in me."

Randy was still pounding from behind, so Ty's big hands were needed to stabilize and support her body. Randy was too young to last too long and soon pulled out after he loaded lubrication into Marie's tight pussy.

"Now! Now! Full my cunt with your big dick."

Ty stood up and carried Marie to a nearby table, placing her on her back with her tail on the edge. After putting one leg on each shoulder, he stimulated her clit bud with his finger, until he got a reaction. As she approached her first orgasm, he pushed his fully prepared dick all the way into the well lubricated cunt with one swift stroke. That pushed her over the top with convulsions of pleasure lasting for about a minute. Ty just stood there feeling multiple contractions on his dick. As she calmed down, he started a slow long in and out movement.

Not to be left out, Willy started to stroke her nipples with his hands, alternating between pinching and rubbing them with his palm. Randy was working on getting hard again, so he pulled one of her available hands to his recharging dick.

Marie was feeling it, but Ty was taking his time. Slowly he started to pick up speed. As Marie started the squeals of her next orgasm, he let loose with his own as his body jerked several times. When Ty recovered and stepped back, Willy took his place. Marie was starting rolling orgasm, as the young men each took additional turns.

As the boys slowed down, Marie came off of her high. "Time for the old guys." She approached Jason, "Want my pussy or mouth?"

He grinned saying, "A little of each." He had been rubbing his cock the whole time with his pants off. Marie knelt in front of him, with one hand on his sack and one on the base of his cock. She appeared to devour his cock but stopped just before he came. She stood up and with her back to him, she sat on his dick. After she pulled both hands to her tits, she started pushing up and down with her legs. After watching all that happened before, Jason lasted only about three minutes.

I was the only one without a turn. As Jason grew limp, Marie moved to me and, facing me, sat on my still hard dick. She put her arms around me and gave me a long hard kiss. Then laying her head on my shoulder and said, "Time to go home."