Group Sex Fantasy Golf

"Hey, Honey," I said, connecting the incoming FaceTime call. It was good to see my wife's smiling face. Brenda had been out west for the past week visiting our kids, and more importantly, our grandkids.

"Hi, Sweetie," she said, blowing me a kiss. "Miss your handsome face."

I winked at her. "Just my face?"

At 72, despite aging gracefully, I still led an active lifestyle. Unlike Brenda, my grey hair and goatee made me look distinguished. She would have none of it for herself, and spent a fortune hiding her grey with a sexy blond do.

She gave me a knowing nod and licked her lips, but said nothing.

I suspected she had more than chatting on her mind, but couldn't be sure. "How are the grandkids?"

"Great, they're a ton of fun, but I'm barely keeping up with their frantic pace. They told me to tell you they wished you were here."

"That's sweet. Give them a hug for me."

"Already did that; are you playing golf today?"

I nodded and checked my watch. "Ted's picking me up in about an hour. How about you, anything special planned for today?"

"Well... everybody headed out to do some shopping, so I've got a little me time on my hands." She seductively ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. "In fact, I just stepped out of a nice hot shower."

I smiled and gave her a lecherous wink. "Looking for a good time?"

She extended the phone until her naked breasts came into view. They were more than a handful and barely sagged; not bad for 69, three years younger than me; most people would guess our age as late fifties. She was on her bed, leaning up against the headboard. With her free hand, she cupped her left breast and rolled her hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Interested?"

"You know I am," I said, "but we don't have much time."

She leaned forward and bunched up the covers to prop up her phone. "How's this for quick?" She spread her legs, showing me the puffy lips of her untrimmed pussy. She didn't bother coloring her nether regions, so her pubic hair had turned a brilliant shade of silver-grey.

"Fuck, Brenda, that's so hot... you're gonna make me hard."

"I should hope so," she said with a wicked grin. "Show me your cock."

I rushed into the living room and plopped down on the couch. After leaning my phone up against a nicknack on the coffee table, I unbuckled my belt and whipped it out of my shorts. Moments later, my clothes were down around my ankles and my fingers were wrapped around the base of my growing cock. "How's the view?"

"Perfect. I never tire of looking at your magnificent cock. Did you do a little manscaping?"

I nodded and rubbed my chin with my free hand. "Yep, and even trimmed my goatee; how'd you like to feel that between those luscious legs?"

She glanced down at her crotch and threaded her finger through her kinky pubes. "We're a perfect match"

I held up two fingers in the shape of a V and fluttered my tongue through them.

"You're making me hot," she said with a glint in her eye. "Check this out." She raked her ring finger through her glistening pink slit, then brought it to her mouth and sucked on it. "Mmmm," she said, "too bad you're not here to taste it."

I sunk back into the couch and spread my legs, then fondled my balls with one hand while taking long strokes with the other. "Can you get off?"

"Absolutely," she said, plunging two fingers deep into her cunt. "Do you have some oil handy?"

I shook my head. "I'm too fucking horny to go looking for it."

"Use some spit... I want to watch your hand slide up and down that monster cock."

I spit into my hand and slathered my cock with saliva while watching her slowly finger fuck herself.

"Mmmm, you really know how to turn a girl on," she said, plunging a third finger into her cunt. "I want to see you come... before I get off."

I was about to ask her why, but then thought better of it. I usually tried to hold back so she could come first, but hell, this was her fantasy FaceTime, so I let her have her way. "Not a problem; you've already got my balls churning."

She giggled. "I'm feeling a little raunchy... if you're in the mood."

That was music to my ears, and could only mean that I was about to get a closeup view of her ass. "Okay, but you know what that will do to me."

Brenda grinned and licked her lower lip before flipping over onto her knees. She arched her back until her ass filled the screen. She glanced at me over her shoulder. "Like what you see?"

I stared into her ass crack and focused on her tight little pucker. "You never cease to amaze me... your ass is as good looking as the day we married," I said, egging her on.

She sucked on her finger to get it nice and wet, then reached back and wiggled it into her tight hole.

I stroked my slippery cock, and I kept my eyes glued to the screen as I watched her finger disappear up her ass. "Oh my god," I whispered, "that's gonna make me blow."

She giggled. "It's supposed to... give me a heads up when you're ready."

"You got it, Babe." I leaned back and stroked my cock while I enjoyed the show.

Brenda rested her head on the pillow, freeing her other hand to reach under and attack her cunt with all four fingers.

It didn't take long before I was panting for breath. "Oh fuck, Brenda... I don't know how much more I can take."

"Are you jacking yourself?"

"As hard as I can," I muttered between gasps of breath.

Sensing I was about to come, she flipped over so she could watch me come, then spread her legs and plunged her fingers back into her cunt. With her free hand, she massaged her clit. "Hurry, I want to watch you blow your load."

I couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Here comes!" A massive rope of cum erupted from my pulsing cock and flew high in the air before splattering back down onto my chest.

"Oh my god," she cried out, "I'm..."

I continued jacking cum into the air while I watched my wife finger herself to a monster, ear-splitting orgasm. We stared at each other's heaving bodies, remaining silent, basking in the afterglow of our ferocious orgasms. I finally broke our silence. "This was an unexpected surprise. We should do it more often."

She smiled. "I needed that. It's been a busy week with the kids, and I'm already regretting that I still have another week to go."

I grinned. "I hear you, but at least you know who to call when you need a quick fix."

"I do," she said with a sly grin. "It will keep me off the prowl."

It was an odd response, but I knew exactly what she meant. About ten years ago, we visited a nude beach for the first time. Since then, we've gotten more adventurous, and even became members of a clothing optional lifestyle resort. Last year, we booked a lifestyle cruise and had the most erotic vacation that we'd ever had. We love the clothing optional recreation and the sexy party vibe that goes along with it. We'll even go into the playrooms and watch others fuck while we do the same. Although we've never swapped with other couples, we have indulged in a couple of threesome.

"Tell me," I said, "what got you wound up today?"

There was no way she could hide her blush.

Intrigued, I said, "Come on, out with it."

"I think I told you I was taking the kids out to dinner last night, right?"

"Yeah," I said, "what about it?"

"After dinner, while I was waiting for the kids to bring the car around, I was chatting with another couple I thought might be in the lifestyle."

"Why?"

"Her blouse had a tropical motif."

I laughed out loud. "As in upside down pineapples?"

She nodded. "Two of them, right over her breasts."

"Did you say anything?"

She smiled at me. "I was tempted... but the kids pulled up and cut our conversation short. Definitely brought back a flood of memories."

"Want to share?"

"She reminded me of Barbie."

Barbie was a teacher from Chicago, going through a bitter divorce and a mid-life crisis. She'd flown to Tampa last summer, alone, to escape the drama of dealing with her ex. On a whim, she turned up for ladies' night at our club, looking for a little adventure. She and Brenda hit it off, and the next thing you know, the three of us were downstairs in the playroom for our first ever threesome.

"I remember it well," I said. "She was one fiery redhead, not to mention that you were the one who encouraged me to fuck her."

"True," she said, "but only after I finished with her."

"I can see it now," I said, picturing Brenda going down on Barbie's hairy red muff.

She giggled. "I'll bet you do. If I remember right, she was the reason you asked your doctor about juicing up your staying power."

"Hey," I said, "those once daily pills work like a charm."

"Tell me about it, Stud," she said, "they kept us both happy all summer long."

I smiled, basking in her compliment. "Let me ask, if you could have hooked up with the couple last night, would you?"

She rubbed her chin and took her time before answering. "I don't know, we've only done a threesome with Barbie... and you were with me."

I looked at her skeptically. "Are you forgetting about Matt?" A few months ago, I hosted a pickle ball tournament that brought in players from all around the country. As a player, Matt was out of my league, but I enjoyed hanging out with him and he helped me keep the tournament on schedule.

Brenda chuckled. "I can't believe I forgot about him, but now that you mention it, wasn't it your idea to invite him to dinner?"

"That's not the way I remember it; you told me you had the hots for him; you even had a nickname for him. What was it?"

She smiled warmly. "Wooly Bully."

I laughed. "Right, he was one hairy dude."

"What can I say? He was a hunk... and it was fun watching him kick your ass on the court."

I scowled at Brenda, annoyed by her characterization of my pickle ball skills, even though it was true. "Yeah," I said, a little too aggressively, "but later that night he kicked your ass... or should I say fucked your ass."

Brenda blushed. She'd never taken a cock up her ass before, and if Matt's cock hadn't been considerably smaller than mine, she probably never would have. "What can I say? His cock was a nice fit... and getting DP'd was your idea."

"True," I said, watching her weave her fingers through her hairy mound. "You know, all this talk about your ass is turning me on again."

Brenda knew what I was angling for and seemed a little too eager to change the subject. "Can you get it up again?"

"Maybe," I said, reaching for my cock. "Did I mention Matt will be co-hosting next year's tournament?"

"Sweet," she said, sliding a wet finger into her open slit. "Can I look forward to a repeat performance?"

I smiled and gripped my cock like a golf club, highlighting just how long it really was. "Think you can take this up your ass?"

Her jaw dropped open, but she didn't say no.

"Okay," I said, "I'll take your silence as a maybe."

She chuckled. "Keep hope alive."

"Pretty brave," I said, "knowing you're three thousand miles away from my cock."

She grinned and slipped a finger up inside her. "Shall we get back to business?"

"Okay," I said, "but first, tell me about the couple you met. Were you tempted?"

"It crossed my mind," she said. "Would you have given me permission?"

I thought about it for a long moment and wondered what she would say if the tables were turned, and it was me interested in joining another couple. "Probably, as long as it was just another couple."

"Interesting," she said, "I'm trying to visualize what it would be like... doing a threesome without you."

"I can already picture the three of you together, but I want to hear how you see it going down."

She winked at me. "I see myself making out with the redhead while she's sitting on his face."

A wide grin spread across my face. "Are you sitting on his cock?"

She licked her lips. "More like riding his cock. Is that how you picture it?"

I stroked my cock. "Not exactly. I see you on top of the redhead, sixty-nine, with your face buried in her pussy."

"Mmmm," she cooed, "I like your version. What's he doing?"

"He's on his knees, behind you."

She slipped a second finger into her cunt. "Fucking me?"

I nodded.

She bit down on her lower lip. "In the ass?"

"Maybe," I said, "if his cock wasn't too big."

She moaned softly. "I like the sound of that. What about you?"

"I'd definitely be up your ass... if you'd let me."

She winced at the thought of his enormous cock wrecking her tight ass. "No," she said, cautiously. "I mean, what if the situation was reversed?"

I wasn't sure where she was going, but I couldn't resist pressing my luck. "If it was me hooking up with another couple?"

She nodded. "It could happen."

I couldn't help but notice that she had quit fingering herself, so I let go of my cock. "I guess it could happen, kind of like with the couple you encountered last night; you don't have to go looking for trouble to find it."

"Trouble?"

"You know what I mean, opportunities."

"Opportunities," she said, "that sounds a lot better than trouble."

"Okay, let's agree," I said. "If an opportunity arises, we get permission first."

"But only threesomes," she said, "no singles... and definitely no orgies."

"I can live with that," I said.

She gave me a devilish look. "Did I mention I got their number?"

I arched my eyebrow. "I thought you said you didn't say anything to them."

"I didn't," she said, "but I discretely snapped a picture of their car when the valet brought it up. She's a realtor and had one of those magnetic signs on the door."

I rubbed my chin. "And what exactly are you going to do with that information?"

"Who knows," Brenda said, "it might come in handy... in case you get lucky on the golf course."

"Fat chance," I said, "but I'll definitely keep my eyes open."

"You do that."

My ears perked up. "What's that noise?"

"Shit," she said, glancing away from the camera. "The garage door just opened. The kids must be home."

I chuckled. "Uh-oh, don't want to get busted by your own daughter."

"Cute," she said as she snuck into the bathroom and locked the door. "We'll have to finish this later... maybe after your round of golf."

I was about to say goodby when a text message flashed on my screen. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

Fearing the kids might be close, she whispered, "What is it?"

"Ted just cancelled... something about a fender bender."

"Bummer, can you find anybody else to play with?"

I glanced at my watch. "Not likely."

"What about your golf app... you know, the one you use to book last-minute tee times?"

"Good idea," I said. "It's worth a try."

She smiled. "Who knows, it could be an... opportunity."

"I should be so lucky."

"Hey, it could happen," she said, blowing me a kiss. "Got to go, love you."

"Love you too," I said, ending the FaceTime.

I had the app on my phone, but it had been a while since I'd used it. It took me a few minutes to sign in since it forced me to change my expired password. After a quick search for Hot Deals near me, I turned up a few possibilities. Not keen on playing by myself, I focused on the tee times that were partially filled. I selected the nearest one and checked my watch to make sure I could get there in time. With just a few more clicks, I booked a tee time that already had two other people to play with.

I showed the pro shop cashier my reservation number on my phone and she checked me in.

"You're playing with Marty and Liz... they're already on the driving range if you'd like to join them." She handed me a small bucket of range balls. "These are complementary."

"Thanks," I said, taking the bucket from her.

"Have fun," she said as I walked out the door.

I lugged my golf bag down the line of empty golf carts, selected one, and then drove to the nearly empty driving range.

"You must be Frank," a sandy-haired woman with a bright smile said as I approached.

"I am," I said, extending my hand.

"Liz," she said, firmly taking my hand. "It's good to meet you."

Her grip was firm and caught me by surprise. She was definitely stronger than she looked; maybe a natural athlete. She reminded me of a younger version of my wife; short hair with blond highlights, full, perky tits, with an impressive figure. "Likewise," I said. "You're playing with Marty, right?"

"Yep," she said, "my husband... he had to make a quick pit stop."

She struck me as too young to be retired. "Are you visiting, or do you live around here?"

"We've lived down in Miami for the last few years, but two weeks ago, we moved into our new dream home here in Tampa."

"Congratulations," I said, "where's the new place?"

"About 20 minutes south of here, on a secluded lakefront lot."

"Pool?"

"Of course," she said, "it's our little slice of heaven. We even have our own putting green." She glanced over my shoulder. "Here comes Marty now."

Marty was tall and lanky, with a shock of dark hair partially obscuring one side of his face. I figured them for their early fifties, at least 20 years younger than me. Like Liz, he had an athletic build, and I was concerned that my golf game might not be up to their standards. After hitting a few balls we headed to the first tee box.

"Looks like we're up," Marty said, gazing out over the nearly empty course. He stopped at the blue tees. "Why don't you do the honors?"

"I'd love to," I said, sheepishly, "but I'm hitting up front, from the men's senior tees."

"No way," Liz said, "you can't be over 65."

I chuckled. "Try 72."

"Retirement's been kind to you," she said, giving me the once over. "Marty's got another 15 years before we can retire... I hope we age as well as you have."

"Thanks," I said, recalling the discussion I'd just had with my wife. Her compliment left me with a warm glow... and slightly horny.

Marty crushed his drive, easily sending his ball 250 yards into the center of the fairway.

"You're off to a great start," I said, driving the cart up to my tee box. I hit a decent drive, but even with a 30 yard advantage, I was well short of Marty's ball.

Liz swore under her breath as her first shot sliced into the woods from the Ladies tees.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Good time for a Mulligan."

"Thanks," she said, "but Marty and I play a couple's scramble, so I'll hit from where his ball lies. You're welcome to join us if you want... it's a lot of fun."

"Tempting," I said. "Sure would take the pressure off my game."

"True," she said, "not to mention it makes for a great-looking scorecard. We'll take turns hitting twice so we can play as if we were a foursome."

I liked the sound of that. "Count me in."

We dropped our balls next to Marty's, then Liz led us off with the first of her two shots. Neither reached the green, and Marty powered his shot over the green. I carefully lined up my shot and landed it on the front edge of the green, far from the pin.

"Nice shot," Liz said, giving me a fist bump. "Thanks to you, we're on the dance floor."

"You take the first putt, Liz," Marty said, "so you can give us the line."

"Okay," she said, dropping two balls next to my mark.

I walked up the line to tend the flag. "Looks like it will break to your right," I said, turning back to watch Liz line up her putt.

She squatted down on the balls of her feet and spread her knees. Rather than a traditional golf skirt, she wore a red pleated skirt over a pair of skintight black yoga shorts. I did my best to maintain my composure as I stared back at her, unable to take my eyes off the noticeable crease of her pussy visible through her yoga shorts.

Marty leaned over her shoulder and suggested a slight change, which she did. She took longer than necessary to get to her feet, giving my imagination time to run wild as I continued to stare at her crotch.

She struck the putt firmly, sending it sailing 10 feet past the cup.

"Nice try," Marty said. "Take your second shot... just ease up a touch."

I watched again as she went through her setup, spreading her legs to line up the putt. I felt my cock twitch and wondered if she was aware of the effect she was having on me.

Marty roared his approval as the putt dropped into the cup. I retrieved her ball and gave them both a fist bump. We'd just carded our first birdie and I couldn't wait to watch Liz line up her next putt. Unfortunately, we had a string of great approach shots that left us with very short putts, denying me the opportunity to see Liz in action. We finished the front nine at 4 under, leaving me feeling like I belonged on the PGA Tour.

Finally, on the 14th hole, we faced a long 40 foot putt... and, lucky me, it was Liz's turn to take two shots. She missed both putts, but not before I was treated to another erotic display of her open crotch. This time the bulge in my pants could hardly go unnoticed... and trying to hide it would have only drawn more attention.

Marty missed his putt, and I set up my putt while Liz tended the flag. I got my mind off her crotch and back to putting, and managed to sink the long putt for another birdie.

Liz retrieved my ball and walked towards me, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She glanced down at my crotch. "I like to think I inspired you... to sink that putt."

I smiled and held out my fist for another bump. She brushed my hand aside and moved in close for a quick chest bump. I couldn't help but think she was trying to get a read on my cock... and once again my imagination ran wild. I wondered if I should text Brenda to let her know what was going on. After all, I might need to ask for her permission.

Marty came up and gave me a high five, then whispered something to Liz. I don't know what he said, but she definitely glanced back at me and smiled.

They made a pit stop at the restroom on the way to the 16th hole, while I went up to the tee box to wait for them. The next two holes were uneventful... at least from my perspective, and I was fearful that I'd seen the last of Liz's crotch.

Our approach shot on 17 was out of Liz's range, so she used one of her shots to lay-up short of the green. Marty hooked his ball into a pond, which left it to me to get on the green.

"Liz has a playable ball, so go for the flag," Marty said. "You can do it."

The green was deep and had an upper tier where the pin was placed. Rather than select the proper club for the distance to the flag, I dropped down one club length, hoping to reach the green, but short of the upper tier where the flag was. I couldn't resist the temptation to watch Liz setup for one more long putt.

I chased Liz's crotch out of my mind and carefully swung the club. I hit the ball perfectly, sending it in a high arc, longer than I intended. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath as the ball landed on the upper tier.

"Great shot," Marty shouted, "you the man!"

"Thanks," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. Fortunately, the ball had enough back spin on it to kick back about a foot.

"Oh, no," Marty cried out as my ball caught the downslope and rolled all the way back down to the front edge of the green.

"Too bad," Liz said with a wink. "That's gonna be a long uphill putt."

"Shouldn't be a problem for you," I said, acknowledging her wink. "Is it ok if I tend the flag?"

She licked her lower lip. "I wouldn't have it any other way... you're my good luck charm."

Marty stood behind her, looking up at the line of the putt. "You can do this, Babe," He said, giving her a gentle smack on the ass.

My jaw dropped open as Liz squatted down to line up the putt. Her black shorts were missing... and I had a wide open view of her cleanly shaved pussy. She lined her ball up, then glanced up at me to see my reaction. Satisfied with what she saw, she carefully placed her ball down on the putting surface.

I watched her strike the ball... her line was good, but the last thing I wanted to see was the ball drop into the cup. I selfishly wanted one more look at her putting routine.

"Damn," Marty said, as the ball lipped out of the cup.

"Tough break," I said. "Take your second shot."

She did, taking her time and spreading her knees even wider than before. Her pussy lips parted, revealing her glistening pink slit. There was no hiding the boner growing in my shorts. By the time she finally struck the ball, I was hard as a rock.

"So close," Marty said, as the ball rolled up just short of the cup.

Marty and I both missed our putts, but we were still able to card a 10 under after Marty holed out his chip shot on 18.

"Nice round," I said, shaking hands with both Marty and Liz. Eager to extend my time with Liz, I asked, "Can I buy you a beer in the clubhouse?"

"Not today," Liz said. "I'm famished... we're gonna head back to our place and order a pizza."

"Okay," I said, trying to hide my disappointment, "maybe next time."

"Why don't you join us?" Marty said. "We'd love to show off our new place."

That was an invitation I was powerless to resist.

The late afternoon Florida sun peaked through the leafy palm trees as I walked down the path to their secluded backyard. "This is huge," I said, looking over the artificial putting green. It was kidney-shaped and wrapped around a free form spa pool with a burbling waterfall.

"Hey Frank," Marty said, extending his hand. "Liz was afraid you weren't going to show."

I smiled as Liz joined us. "No chance of that happening."

"There's plenty of pizza," Liz said. "Help yourself."

"Thanks," I said, taking a slice.

Liz grinned. "This backyard is Marty's pride and joy."

I laughed. "This looks like a great place to practice putting. Who knows how many more birdies we could have scored if we'd spent some time practicing here?"

"It's never too late for more practice," Liz said, opening the mini fridge. "Whose's ready for a beer?"

I raised my hand, excited by the prospect of watching Liz putt again.

Marty and I both cracked open our beers while Liz selected a putter and walked out onto the putting green.

She pointed to a hole about 15 feet away. "Frank, you and Marty tend the flag while I line up the putt."

We walked down the line of the putt, then turned back to face Liz. I had a pretty good idea of what would happen next, but was a little surprised to find Marty standing next to me. I gripped the flagstick. "Ready when you are."

Liz squatted down on the balls of her feet and spread her knees apart, sans yoga shorts.

Marty elbowed me and whispered into my ear, "How about that view?"

I gulped. As before, I could see the crack of her pussy as she squatted over the ball. I couldn't believe Marty was asking me what I thought of his wife's glistening pink cunt. "S-w-e-e-t," I stammered.

Liz took my reply as a compliment. After placing her ball on the putting surface, she traced the tip of her finger along the length of her open slit, just as I'd watched Brenda do this morning, then licked her finger before rising to address the ball.

My jaw dropped open. There was no hiding the bulge growing in my pants.

Marty playfully placed a finger under my chin to close my gaping mouth. "Which way do you think it will break?"

My phone chirped with an incoming text message. I knew from the sound that it was Brenda.

I glanced at Liz. "I better get this; it's my wife." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked my messages.

Brenda: How's golf?

I smiled at Liz. "Brenda wants to know how golf is going."

Liz returned my smile, then whispered in my ear. "Tell Brenda that it's about to get pretty fucking hot."

I winked at Liz. "You sure I should I tell her that?"

She looked at me skeptically. "I was being sarcastic... but it's up to you."

I shrugged my shoulders. "As long as I get permission from Brenda, we're good to go."

Liz's eyes lit up. "Then, by all means, tell her; I can't wait to hear what she says."

Me: You were right about unexpected opportunities.

Brenda: Lucky you, tell me about it.

I glanced up at Liz. "She wants details."

Liz shook her head. "That will take too long. How about sending her a picture?"

I chuckled. "A picture of you putting would be worth a thousand words."

"Marty," Liz said, "come over here so we can snap a picture for Frank's wife."

Marty wrapped his arm around his wife and together they waved back at me.

Liz asked, "You're sure Brenda will go for this?"

I nodded. "I hope so."

Marty laughed. "Then let's give her something provocative... what do you think, Honey?"

Liz looked at me and seductively licked her lips. "In for a penny, in for a pound."

"How about a shot of Liz lining up her putt? I can take a knee to get in the picture."

"Like this?" Liz asked, squatting down and spreading her legs.

I zoomed in as tight as I could, but was still too far away to get a good look at her pussy on the small screen. I took a ball from my pocket and strode towards her. "Aren't you forgetting this?"

She laughed and took the ball from me. "Right, we're supposed to be playing golf."

I went halfway back to the flag, then turned to compose the picture. Liz's bald pussy was front and center, along with both their grinning faces. I snapped the picture and sent it to Brenda before anyone could object.

"Did she get it?" Liz asked.

"Give her a little time," I said, hoping her reaction was positive. "Might as well putt while we wait."

"Okay," Liz said, "what do you think... I mean, about the putt?"

I returned to the flag and did my best to assess the break in the green. "It looks right to left, maybe about two cups out."

"I don't know, Frank," Liz said, eyeing the putt. "I don't think it has that much break."

Marty glared at his wife. "Humor him... if he's wrong, he can come down here to help you line it up correctly."

"I like the sound of that," Liz said, striking the ball with her putter. As expected, the ball rolled past the hole, just skirting the right edge. "Told you so..."

Marty motioned me to come back to where they were standing. As I approached, she stepped aside and had me drop down on the green. Confused, I lay flat on my stomach and stretched out my hand to eyeball the line of the putt.

"That won't work," she said. "I need to line it up for myself."

"Okay," I said, looking up at her, "what do you want me to do?"

"Roll over on your back."

I did as she asked, grinning from ear to ear with anticipation. She didn't disappoint me as she positioned her feet on either side of my head. I gazed up her crotch and licked my lips.

She squatted down, just like she'd done a dozen times before.

I watched the lips of her pussy part as she lowered herself directly over my face. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, anticipating a taste of her cunt.

"I think I've got it," she said, rising to her feet before my tongue could make contact. Liz stroked the ball and sent it rolling towards the hole.

"Way to go," Marty said, pumping his fist as the ball dropped into the cup. "Looks like you need something a little more challenging."

I got to my feet, eager for a second chance to taste her hot cunt. Next time, I wouldn't let her escape so easily.

Liz heard my phone chime. "Is that Brenda?"

I took the phone from my pocket and showed Liz the giant thumbs up emoji displayed on my screen.

"I can see some writing; what else did she say?"

I paraphrased, "She has an appointment with a realtor this afternoon."

"Oh," Liz said, "are you thinking of moving?"

I shook my head. "It's more like a playdate... we're having a friendly competition."

"Oh," Liz said, taking time to digest my answer. "I hope she'll send us a picture."

"You can bet on it," I said, as we approached the spot Marty picked out for our next putt. I glanced down the line of the put, then at Liz. "He wasn't kidding... this looks brutal."

She smiled as she handed me the ball. "You do the initial line up, then I'll double check it... just like before."

"Okay," I said, giving her a seductive wink. "Take all the time you need... you know, to check my line."

She licked her lips and glanced towards her husband.

I saw Marty give her a discrete thumbs up and knew the teasing was over. I got down into a prone position and did my best to get the line right. Then I rolled over on my back without waiting to be asked.

"Ahhh," she said, sucking in a deep breath as my tongue came into contact with the wet folds of her cunt. "I don't know, Marty," she said, breathlessly. "I may need a little more time to line up this putt."

That was music to my ears as I gripped her hips and held her tight against my probing tongue.

"Take all the time you need," Marty said.

I lashed at her hard little button with the tip of my tongue.

"Ohhh, Marty," she said, "What do you think? Should I come... a little more to the left?"

Marty smiled at the double entendre and volleyed with one of his own. "You might be right, come... which ever way you think is best."

I found her slick hole and pushed in with the tip of my tongue. Liz wiggled her ass and forced herself down onto my extended tongue. "Ohhh... fuck, Marty..."

"What is it, Babe?"

"Mmmm," she cooed. "Frank just made a hole in one..."

I attacked her cunt with a vengeance, fucking her with my tongue as she bounced up and down on my face.

"Ohhh, Marty," she screeched, gasping for breath.

I tipped my head back to get more of my tongue inside her. I glimpsed Marty gazing lovingly at his wife. He had his cock out and was stroking it with one hand while holding the flag with the other. "Come for me, Babe," he said, "I know you can do it."

I redoubled my efforts, getting my entire tongue up inside her.

"Ungggnnnnhhhh," Liz cried out.

Marty smiled as his wife's orgasm coated my face with her musky juices.

I lashed at her clit, prolonging her orgasm until her legs gave out and she pitched forward onto all fours, breaking her connection to my face.

Marty walked towards us and pulled his wife to her feet. She stroked his cock and kissed him passionately while her orgasm subsided.

I stayed on my back, counting my lucky stars... wondering what those two had in mind for my bulging cock.

"I think she's got the putt lined up," Marty said, stepping behind her and fondling her ass. "Do you think she can make it?"

I nodded and got to my feet to watch her stroke the ball. It accelerated downhill, broke left, then right... slowly rolling towards the cup.

She threw up her arms in jubilation and the ball dropped into the cup, making one of the most satisfying sounds in golf.

Marty and I both lifted our hands to join in her celebration.

"How about going for the triple break?" Marty said, cutting our celebration short.

"I'm game," I said, draining the last of my beer.

Liz pulled fresh beers out of the mini fridge while Marty walked me over to the spot he wanted her to putt from.

I looked across the putting green. "Which hole are we shooting at?"

"This one," Marty said, walking towards the furthest hole. "It's the most difficult putt we've got."

Liz handed me a fresh beer and motioned for me to get back down on the green.

"Like before?"

"No," she said, "this time I want you facing away from the hole. I use a slightly different technique to line up a putt this long."

"Oh," I said, stretching out on the green with my feet towards the hole. She kicked my legs apart and carefully place her ball between my feet, then came back around and straddled my face, giving me yet another view of her glistening crack.

"I'll need a second point of reference to line this up... kind of like the rear sight of a gun."

I smiled, realizing what she intended to use for her back gunsight. I unbuckled my belt to let her know I was ready and willing to give her what she wanted.​