The beginning.
It was on a rare night out that Jim Carson had first clapped eyes on his future wife. He didn't go out that often but if he did a nightclub was most certainly not the choice of destination he'd make willingly. It just wasn't his scene. But this particular night it couldn't be helped. Much to his disgust he'd been dragged along on a stag night so was trying to make the best of it. But even he was not immune to the scantily clad women of all shapes and sizes that were strutting their stuff around the club. It was certainly making for an interesting evening so far. Standing idly at the bar chatting with his friends he was eyeing up the talent as it paraded back and forth between the bar and dance floor when she came to stand near him to order her drinks.
It was her legs that first drew his attention. He was positively drooling as he took in the view of her solid but shapely stocking clad calves, which curved sensuously up from her high heel stilettos, the shoes only serving to enhance the look and make her legs appear longer and more slender. But as much as he loved the look of her legs and he was most definitely a leg man; he eventually allowed his eyes to wander higher to take in the roundness of her full ass, which was displayed nicely due to her tight fitting skirt.
She must have felt his eyes on her as she quickly turned to face him.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a look of total disdain. She was used to being ogled by men.
It must have been the drink that made him so bold. He was usually so quiet and reserved but for once Jim kept his cool. He avoided looking at the large pair of breasts that had swung into view as she turned around; their size clearly putting an immense strain on the buttons of her tight fitting blouse; fixing instead to look deep into her blue eyes.
"So you play a lot of sport then?" he replied with a grin.
It wasn't the best chat up line of all time but then again he never usually had the courage to talk to attractive women such as her. But it was enough to break the ice.
"What?" she exclaimed with a quizzical look furrowing her brow.
Jim gulped but ploughed on. "I just thought you must play a lot of sport ... you know ..." He could feel his throat begin to close up. He was at a critical point in his chat up of this woman. If she questioned him much more he would eventually clam up altogether and then quickly scurry away. He could already feel his face burning as his embarrassment threatened to overwhelm him.
"Why?" she asked with a perplexed look etched on her face now.
"Well ... I ... I just assumed ... your legs ... they ... they look great ... so I assumed you must play a lot of sport ... that's all ..." Jim could feel his face was ablaze now. This would be the point where she would look at him as if he was some kind of a moron and brush him off. He steeled himself for the upcoming humiliation.
"Oh right ... yes as a matter of fact I do. Tennis, squash, badminton, I play them all but my favourite is squash." She smiled up at Jim. He smiled back. He was amazed. She was talking to him!
"I play squash too," he blurted out, " about two or three times a week usually." He was glad they had something in common to talk about.
"Really? You must be keen. Do you play in a league?"
"No, I'm not that competitive, I just play for pleasure ... with my mates," he added shrugging his shoulders.
"Maybe we could have a game sometime. I find women don't give me a hard enough game these days," she replied with a smile. "By the way, my name's Tina."
"Mine's Jim," he replied.
She gathered up her round of drinks. "Well, it's nice to have met you ... Jim. And if I see you again maybe we can arrange that game?" She smiled brightly, her blue eyes twinkled and Jim was smitten.
It was a few weeks later before Jim bumped into her again. Incredibly he was on another stag night at the same club. He'd all but forgotten about her as he recalled watching her leave arm in arm with a man at the end of the night. So he was surprised when she came into the nightclub with her girlfriends.
Much to his surprise, not only did she recognise him but she remembered their conversation about a game of squash.
A matter of weeks later they played their first game at the local squash club.
And a few weeks later they went on their first official date.
Jim was amazed. They got on so well. He'd never thought of himself as a lucky man. Luck was what happened to other people, not him. The good things in life seemed to pass him by. Women like Tina were always going to be unobtainable or so he thought. She was way out of his league and there was no way she would be the slightest bit interested in him. After all he wasn't particularly good looking, came across as a bit of a nerd and definitely lacked self confidence when it came to members of the opposite sex. What was there to like?
But how wrong had he been? At that time in her life Tina was fed up with dealing with macho men and was looking desperately for Mr Right. And it seemed that Jim fit the bill admirably. Their meetings on the squash courts led to dating. Dating then led to commitment and that eventually led to marriage.
The first two or three years of their life together were good, in fact they were really good but things had started to go downhill since then. For whatever reason their relationship at times had been badly strained with neither of them appearing to be able to back down from a spate of minor confrontations, which were usually trivial in nature; not even to clear the air and talk through their troubles. Problems festered and pig headed stubbornness prevailed.
But maybe things now were about to change for the better. For the first time in a long time Jim left work to begin his commute home with a smile on his face. It was absurd. He began to laugh. For just before he left the office he'd been notified that he'd won first prize in a competition he'd entered after seeing it in a golfing magazine a few months ago.
He was amazed. In all his life he'd never won anything. Things like this just never happened to people like him. And he was sure Tina would be delighted to hear his good news, after all it was she who had nagged at him to take up a hobby; he'd given up playing squash some time ago; anything to relieve the stress he suffered caused by work.
His good mood sagged a little as an element of doubt began to creep into his thinking as he recalled her recent and apparent change of heart. Although she seemed happy enough for him to play golf she had been less than enamoured to return to the rural retreat when he was invited back to the golf club to play in the President's Putter competition. Her attendance on that occasion seemed most reluctant and she had steadfastly refused to return to the retreat since, leaving him to go alone as he availed himself of his free golf club membership.
But as he looked back on the last few months he realised he was actually the luckiest man in the world. Firstly, work was really good and he knew he was appreciated by his employers. Secondly he had discovered he was a natural golfer and was now deriving much enjoyment from the game. But the third and main cause for his unbridled happiness was that he was now a father.
He'd got his wife pregnant and in doing so had given his mother in law the one thing she'd wanted above all else. Ever since he'd married Tina her mother had wittered at him relentlessly to get her pregnant. And whilst Tina had never expressed a burning desire to have children she seemed really contented and had taken to motherhood like a duck to water. But it wouldn't be long now before her maternity leave ran out and she had already told Jim she was returning to work. Whilst Jim might not have been too happy about it, it was a decision that had delighted Tina's mother who had already jumped in and volunteered to care for her darling granddaughter on a full time basis for them.
But the underlying problems that had dogged their relationship before the arrival of baby Sophia still existed and Jim knew they were mainly down to him. He knew he worked too hard but he couldn't help himself. He loved his job and got a kick out of every one of his successes. And it was because of this that a rift had developed in their comfortable relationship as Tina, apparently growing weary of waiting for her husband to come home, threw even more effort into building her own career.
She too was a driven individual who loved her job at Bromptons Department Store and it was this drive that had led her to become one of the company's youngest department managers, a fitting testament to all her hard work.
But it was these two factors coupled together that had caused a major effect on their idyllic early married life, which was now suffering as a result. Prior to having their baby, whilst Jim found solace by working even longer hours, Tina found her relief by going out at night with the girls from work. Anything to fill the void of Jim not being there. Something had to give and unfortunately that something was Tina's fidelity, a fact that thankfully Jim was blithely unaware of.
It wasn't that she went looking for sex. It just seemed to find her. She seemed to become a magnet for every red blooded male who saw her as another notch on the proverbial bed post. There was no hint of her having affairs. Her dalliances were all short lived explosions of hard core sex that were usually brought about by the lowering of her inhibitions by alcohol.
And her infidelity was exacerbated by the fact that every one of her lovers had been endowed with equipment much bigger than her husbands and they'd managed to bring her to multiple orgasms, something that sadly Jim had never been able to do. Worryingly blackmail had now raised it's ugly head but it all came down to the same thing. She had been unfaithful to her husband and had trampled all over her marriage vows. But all this Tina vowed would stop, had stopped even since the birth of their precious daughter, Sophia.
* * * * *
Jim's love for golf had come about unexpectedly. It had all started when Tina and her assistant Debbie Gibson had been sent by Bromptons to a rural retreat to receive some additional computer training relevant to their job. As they had already been away on a training course for three days prior to this the company had kindly paid for Jim and Debbie's husband Derek to join them there.
Whilst the two girls were attending their training, Jim and Derek were taken to play golf at the prestigious golf club located a few miles away from the retreat.
Apart from the odd holiday pitch and putt course Jim had never really played golf seriously before but stormed around the course like a seasoned professional and having submitted one of the lowest score cards for a guest player that year, was invited back to play in the President's Putter competition.
It was the evening following that event that Jim became ill with suspected food poisoning. Eager not to involve the local Health Authority the golf club offered Jim a free six month membership. It was a bribe that Jim happily accepted. It was a very prestigious club.
Initially happy with his new hobby Tina became less enamoured with each trip he took especially as he always stayed over at the rural retreat owned by Sid Jenkins. Whilst it was from here that Jim's love of golf had been born, sadly for Tina it now held unhappy memories as it was the place where she had been blackmailed into sex by Sid. But if that on it's own was not bad enough; not only had Sid enjoyed carnal knowledge of the hot young wife, one of his fantasies; she had also been seduced and near raped by Guy Penrose the IT Training Manager for Staymo, the company that had organised the additional computer training.
