Fantasy Golf

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 14^th 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 16^th 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.

She smiled and winked at her husband. "I think he's getting the hang of our putting green." She knelt behind my head and leaned forward to unzip my pants.

"Show him your tits," Marty said to his wife.

She cupped her breasts with both hands as she leaned over my face. "Is Marty right, Frank... do you want to see my tits?"

I nodded enthusiastically as she seductively unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. Next came her bra, exposing the rock hard nipples of her perky tits.

"Check them out," Marty said, enjoying the show his wife was putting on for me.

I reached up and filled my hands with her firm tits, and gently massaged them.

"Enough," she said, brushing my hands aside. She stood and squatted over my face, then rubbed the bulge in my boxers with the palms of her hands. "Should I take my skirt off?"

I ran my hands up under her skirt and squeezed the firm globes of her ass. "Absolutely," I said, pulling her down for another quick taste of her wet pussy.

She unzipped her skirt, then pulled it over her head. "Your turn," she said, ogling the giant bulge in my shorts.

I lifted my hips and legs to wiggle out of my clothes. By the time my legs were back on the ground, she had both hands wrapped around my erect cock.

"Check this out, Marty," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "He's w-a-a-a-y bigger than you."

I cringed, unsure why she'd choose this moment to insult her husband.

Marty laughed, unfazed by his wife's comment. "That's good news for me."

Puzzled by his reply, it finally dawned on me; Marty must get off watching someone fuck his wife... maybe he had a cuckold fantasy? I kept my thoughts to myself, unsure why the size of my cock was good news for Marty.

Liz lifted my hard cock and licked the underside, getting me nice and wet. "I think Frank just figured it out, Honey."

"Great," Marty said. "Are you ready to fuck him?"

Please, please, I thought... say yes. I fluttered my tongue against her hard little button to let her know how I felt about Marty's question.

"Yes," Liz said to her husband, "I want to fuck his big cock... just for you."

"Good," Marty replied, "but first you have to make the putt."

"No problem," she said, wrapping her lips around the bulbous head of my cock. She slurped loudly as she worked her way down my shaft, all the time lining up her ball between my cock and the flagstick.

I closed my eyes and lapped at her glistening pink slit; torn between blowing my load in her mouth... or taking my time so she could fulfill whatever fantasy the two of them had dreamed up. I wondered if I could do both. It didn't help that the head of my cock had just slipped into her tight throat.

"Whew," she said, coming up for air. "I don't know, Marty... he's so fucking big; come see for yourself."

Marty walked towards us, eager to get a better view. "Try again, Babe... I know you can do it." He knelt between my legs and ran his fingers through his wife's sandy blond hair.

Liz leaned into me, taking her time as she slowly inched my cock into her throat.

"That's it, Babe," Marty said, gently tugging her head onto my cock. "You can do it."

It was all I could do to keep from blowing my load as her chin pressed into my kinky pubes. Against my better judgement, I said, "Better attempt the putt... before you push me past the point of no return."

Liz chuckled after pulling back off my cock, then held my cock upright to line it up with the ball and the flag. "I'll be quick," she said, getting to her feet and picking up her putter. She gave the ball a firm smack and sent it flying past the hole.