I met My wife at the Country Club that I manage
By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
I met My wife at the Country Club that I manage, she is a regular golfer and a very beautiful lady. When we were dating, we must have made love in about every imaginable place at the Club, I mean we did it in the pool, hot tub, sauna, tennis court, bar, my office, everywhere we could think of. This lasted pretty much through our wedding day, which was an exciting event to say the least. Of course, we had the ceremony and reception here, where else could you think of that would be so apropos. The next day we went into the club to play a round before we went on our honeymoon, all was going well, I was shooting pretty good, until the seventh hole.
The seventh hole, doglegs to the right, with a row of trees in the middle. Gwen hit the ball and it headed for the trees, she laughed at her misfortune and we began to go after for her ball. When we entered the wooded area together it was for nothing more than to retrieve her golf ball, what happened in those woods is something more than that. Once inside the woods, Gwen became playful, okay a tease, flashing her seductive smile, winking, licking her finger, okay so I understood just exactly what she had in mind. Gwen’s adventurous side has always sparked my interest and kept things lively in our sex life, and this time was no exception. I was up for anything as far as Gwen went, She playfully moved her hand across her soft smooth legs, playing with the hem of her skirt, which she kept lifting a little higher each time her hand came into contact with the fabric.
She kept her eyes fixed on mine as she brought her hands up to her shirt and lifted it above her head. I never thought sports bras were sexy until, I saw her cleavage moist from the sweat of the past six holes of golf. I could feel the excitement growing in front of me, and apparently Gwen noticed as well, she lifted her sports bra over her head and dropped it neatly on top of her discarded shirt. Her chest bared for my enjoyment once again, the sweat off of her breasts glistened off the invading sunlight escaping into our sexy rendezvous.
I couldn’t be a spectator anymore, I needed to play a few more holes, on her course. I slowly made my way over to Gwen who was slowly moving, twirling around to an imaginary song, especially played for her strip tease. When she had her back turned to me, I approached her and embraced her from behind, trailing my tickling fingers up her sides and nuzzling her neck. I moved her dirty blond hair away and planted a strong kiss on her shoulder. I could feel her start to lean back into me, and then I slid my hands around to her heaving chest, teasing her nipples, pinching them with my fingers. Gwen has always had extremely sensitive nipples and I knew what this would do to her, I could hear her breathing start to deepen sharply. Her hands moved their way around her and grabbed the sides of my thighs, she gripped them and panted, “Oh, I love it when you do that.”
I have to admit, I love it when she is under my control, when I could make her pant, and I can make her beg for more, it’s quite a thrill for me to know that I can make her squirm when and only when I want to. I dropped my hands to her sides and slowly slid my hands down her hips, taking her skirt along with them, exposing her bare ass to me. I have always enjoyed rubbing my hands along her backside, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of dropping a finger between her cheeks. “oh yeah, that’s it, make me want it.”
I knew what she wanted, but today as my wife, she was going to be under my control, I was going to dictate the pace. My fingers slowly slid around her backside, occasionally dropping in between her cheeks, probing for anything they could find. If you listened to Gwen’s breathing, you could tell exactly when my fingers found something that she liked, I could hear the excitement building inside of her as I’m sure she could feel my excitement poking into her back. She spun around and said, “it’s not fair, I’m naked and you are not, we have to change this.”
She dropped to her knees and began frantically undoing my belt, grasping for me like she has never before been afforded such luxury. When she finally removed my pants from me, and I stood in all of my glory, she smiled up at me, licked her lips and then gave my erection a little kiss. I thought that her breathing deepened sharply, but that was me, and I almost lost my balance when she drove her mouth around me.
I love the feel of her lips surrounding me down below, her warm mouth, her saliva flowing over my most excitable piece of my anatomy. Gwen changed her pace several times as I had to grab for a tree to lean on as she continued her assault on me. She licked me, she kissed me and she sucked on me, and she knew exactly how to keep me close without going over, she knew how fast to go, what to do and when to stop. “Hey, why did you stop?” I questioned. “Did you hear that?” “What?” “I heard a tree branch snap, are you sure you didn’t hear it?” “I’m positive, don’t stop.”
She leaned back on top of her clothes and she grabbed my hand and brought me on top of her. I kissed her mouth and then started my tour of her entire body, my lips explored her shoulder, down to her breasts, taking time to explore all of her sights. I slowly traced my tongue around her nipples and then bit down gently on each one. I then traveled down further to her flat tummy and her trembling belly button. I felt her quiver as my mouth and tongue explored her every curve. Every agonizing inch that my tongue traveled down between her legs, I could feel her body tense and release. When I approached her lips down below, she grabbed the back of my head with her hands, mingling into my hair and encouraging me to delve deeper.
My tongue reached as far as it could, tasting her sweet nectar, and tickling her insides. I flicked my tongue a couple of times to let her know that I meant business and then I continued until she was ready to rip my hair out by the roots. I knew that she was approaching the point of no return and just as she had stopped earlier with some lame excuse that she heard something, I too stopped dead in my tracks. “Did you hear that?” I questioned. “I don’t care let them watch us, just get inside of me now please!” I had to agree with her logic and I rose up slightly until our lips met once again and she tasted her own juices dripping off my tongue.
I slid inside of her quite gracefully, moving ever so slightly inside deeper and deeper until our pelvic bones came in contact with each other. We stayed like that for a moment and then started to move slowly at first but increasing the speed with each thrust of my loins. She locked her eyes on mine and I could see the passion inside of her, begging for me to please her again and again. My intensity grew with each thrust, moving harder and harder, slowly increasing the speed to gain more depth with every thrust. Her panting quickened as she closed her passion starved eyes and started to quiver with each stroke more and more.
I could tell that she was approaching the end and I knew that I was also coming around to my finish as well. She tighten her muscles around me and grabbed me tight and close to her as she screamed into my ear. I exploded shortly after her as we enjoyed a sudden surge of energy drain out of our bodies. We stayed together for only a moment when we heard another twig snap nearby, as both our attentions were drawn to the entrance to the woods, we saw a young couple scurry off to finish their round of golf.
When we finally redressed ourselves and finished the course, we were surprised to have drinks waiting for us at the clubhouse. A sexy young couple approached us and said “Hi, I’m Mark and this is Tammy, we saw your little display today and we were wondering how often you play this course.”
Gwen blushed and said “as often as we can, thank you for the drinks, maybe someday we will see you play the course.”
They smiled a knowing smile and made their way out of the bar. “I wonder if they will make it home first, or do you think they will have to stop somewhere?” Gwen smirked and took a sip of her drink as we got ready to leave the bar for the night. We left for our honeymoon the very next day and we fantasized about meeting up with Mark and Tammy on the course someday, maybe on the seventh.
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