Fantasy Golf

Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.

This story best fits in the Group Sex category. However, the women are all Loving Wives, and engage in both Lesbian Sex and Anal Sex. If this appeals to you, please read on!

Taylor VanCannon.

*****

"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.