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.