Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: the golfers wife
From: redragon@interserv.com
Date: 24 Sep 1995 23:54:39 GMT



I have been reading this newsgroup for some time now and decided to
try my own hand at creating something original. 
The following story contains sex between men and women.  It contains
some narrative elements as well so be patient.  If this is not your
thing hit -N- now, or whatever.  Feel free to make copies for
yourself and others, of legal age naturally.  I retain all copyrights
to this story.  Those trying to pass this story off as their own
will be hunted down by a pack of vicious bunny rabbits
Enjoy!!











We were nearing the end of the round on a brilliantly perfect summer's
afternoon.  We were on the seventeenth hole, a longish par three over
water of about 180 yards, as I watched Alison step up to the tee in
preparation for her stroke.  I had been giving her lessons for the
past two months at the Brookhaven country club and she had been making
remarkable progress both on and off the course.  I had been working
as an assistant pro at the club since I had failed once again to
regain my tour card through the qualifying matches.  To supplement my
meager income and grandiose dreams, I gave lessons at the club and
Alison fell into my lap one day when the head pro, Jack Wilson, had
scheduled a conflicting lesson with the ex-wife of one of the local
nabobs.
     "Sorry to bother you, son, but I simply must show Mrs.
Davidson the finer points of putting today so you must take that
Alison child off my hands."  He had a way of speaking with that
pretentious air of a British lordship that made me want to give him
a good clout in the back of his cropped head with a well used three
iron.
     It was an open secret that he had been banging Mrs. Davidson for
some time now and as she had been on vacation the past two weeks the
old bastard was probably ready to cream in his tartan slacks the
minute he saw her.  In a way I couldn't blame him, for even though
Mrs. Lisa Davidson was in her late thirties, she still had a figure
that could compete with most of the college women with whom I had
attended school.  She also possessed a high degree of intelligence
as she had successfully managed her own financial consulting firm
after she had left her her husband, who rumor had it, couldn't
manage his way around the boardroom or the bedroom.  I had to wonder
though why she had been hanging around with Jack.  Still, some
nights while I was away from my girlfriend I had fantasized about
Mrs. Davidson on her knees in front of me with her perfectly shaped
scarlet lips caressing my stiff member.  I would cum in my hand
thinking about her, but it seemed unlikely that I would get any
opportunity to realize my fantasy.
     I thought back to when I started at the club two months ago.
I was two years out of college and I had just been bounced off the
tour for failing to make enough cuts.  The money I made was just
enough to buy a well-used '79 Porsche 911 and to pay for my hotel
and food expenses.  I snapped out of my reverie as the pert young
figure of Alison Traven strode up to me four our first lesson.  "You
must be Scott, she smiled seductively as she walked over to the
practice green.  They told me in the clubhouse that you were giving
me the lesson today."  I paused slightly as I looked her over.  She
had medium length black hair pulled back with a pink barrette with
showed off her tanned aquiline face admirably.  A pink Izod knit
top covered her bosom and a black skirt stopping just above her
knees of her athletically shaped legs completed her figure.  I guessed
she was about five feet seven, rather tall for seventeen, but she
was still six inches shorter than me.  Completing the ensemble she
wore white golf sock and black golf spikes.  I glanced back up until
I met her azure eyes which seemed to hold my gaze for a second until
I was able to blurt out, "It's very good to make your acquaintance."
     "Let's get started, she said after shaking my proffered hand,
I want to get in thirty-six holes today."  Alison began striding to
the first tee.  For I second I hesitated unused to her directness
then I quickly hastened after her.  For a high school senior she
appeared all business, not at all like some of the rich snobs I
got as pupils who just want it to be known that they were members
of the exclusive club.
     As we reached the first tee I saw Alison turn and wave to a very
elegant woman dressed in a designer outfit standing at the clubhouse.
"That can't be your mother, is it?", I asked as I stared appreciatively.
"Of course it is, silly, don't you notice the resemblance?, she stated
rhetorically.  She just wants to make sure that I'm in good hands."
     Steady and calm yourself son, I said to myself inwardly mocking
the tone of Jack Wilson.  This is just a job and remember your
girlfriend.  I wasn't vain enough to think that every skirt I saw would
instantly want to jump into bed with me and my college education was
supposed to have endowed me with a sense of the equality of women.  Why
then, did I wonder, how it would feel to have Alison or her mother
splayed naked on all fours in front of me.
     Walking the course and playing tennis kept the fat off my six foot
one inch frame and I managed to keep my sandy blonde hair trimmed at
least once a month.  My nails were clean and I took pride in my clothes.
I remained in reverie thinking until I smacked into the ball washer
tipping it over and nearly falling myself.  "Maybe I should be giving
you lessons today," Alison said as she clasped a hand over her full
lips to keep from laughing out loud.  I began to laugh and that broke
the ice and from that point on she always demanded that I give her
lessons.
     We became fast friends that first day together on the course and
she teasingly referred to me as her "master" whenever I corrected
the mechanics of her swing.  Today, two months later on the fifteenth
hole, I indicated that she was taking the club back too fast which was
causing some errant shots.  "So 'master' Scott, show me how it's done,"
she coyly inquired.  I hit the same shot with the ball landing on the
green and backing up to within twenty feet of the hole and turned to
smile at her.  "Let me demonstrate with you."  I stood close behind her
with my hands covering hers.  The aroma of her perfume wafted gently
in the air which made my knees go slightly weak.  I pulled her hands
back ever so slowly along with the club and for a second I felt her
delicious tight ass rub against my cock through my shorts.  It twitched
slightly from the contact and her girlish smell while I slowly brought
the club back down in the correct technique.  I backed away wondering
whether she had done it on purpose or accident, but the innocent look
in her eyes gave me reason to doubt the former impression.
     We started walking towards the green and suddenly Alison stopped and
stared over at the pines lining the sixteenth fairway.  I turned to look
and saw Mrs. Davidson among the trees kneeling with her skirt flipped
up over her upraised ass and her arms outstretched while Jack Wilson
knelt behind her.  She was moaning in ecstasy demanding that Jack fuck
her harder.  Jack plunged his cock rhythmically into her narrow furrow
with his tartan slacks dangling around his ankles with his Scottish golf
cap askew from his exertions.  There was no one else nearby while we
gazed transfixed until Alison started laughing out loud.  At that moment
Jack turned and saw us staring with a look of surprise and horror in his
eyes.  He just had time to pull out and cum in several thick spurts on
the beautiful upraised ass of Mrs. Davidson.  "Damn it Jack, why did
you pull out, she yelled, you never were much good except for licking
my ass."  She turned around and saw Alison and I staring and laughing
riotously as she and Jack struggled to their feet and rearranged their
clothing.  They hurried off leaving her silk panties where it lay among
the pine needles.
     By the time we got to the sixteenth fairway they had long gone,
but Alison and I were still laughing over the incident.  As we neared
the trees Alison let a yell, "I think this is the first time anyone
has lost their panties on the golf course.  I hope she took a stroke
and distance, the randy bitch."  I came over as Alison held the black
silk panties gingerly between two fingers.  The crotch was still damp
from her excitement and I could smell the powerful remnants of womanly
desire as I got a closer look.  With a wicked gleam in her eye Alison
threw them at me.  "I think we should pay a little visit to Mrs.
Davidson tonight and return these to her, don't you think?"  Alison
grinned mischeviously as I could only nod in agreement wondering what
her high school brain was up to.
     On the seventeenth hole in the middle of her swing Alison suddenly
started giggling and dumped her shot in the middle of the pond.  "What's
so funny, I demanded.  Try doing that in the middle of a tournament and
everyone is going to be wondering what sort of drugs you're on."  I
tried to contain my anger as I waited for an answer.
     Alison looked at me smiling.  "I just couldn't help thinking about
what Mrs. Davidson said and that look on that idiot Wilson's face when
he saw us."  I relaxed into laughter and promised her that we would
return our little souvenir tonight.
     We finished up the round and I watched her depart with her mother
but not before she made me promise again and I tld her that I would be
there around 8:30 to pick her up.  She gave my arm a little squeeze and
said she would be waiting.  She would fix it with her mother that we
were going out for a pizza and a movie.  I wondered how her mother
agree to some college grad taking out her teenage daughter.  I had
exchanged the usual pleasantries with Ms. Ingrid Traven from time
to time after her daughter's lessons, but she didn't necessarily appear
to be that liberal.
     I let the thought pass as I went to the locker room to stow my
clubs and shoes.  I found Jack Wilson waiting for me with a look of
worry on his face.  "Listen, sonny boy, er, if it got around that I
was doing those sorts of things on the course I could lose my job
here.  Promise me you'll keep this quiet and I'll make your life here
a little bit easier."
    I sat down and slowly untied my spikes, not looking at him for fear
of laughing, as I thought the matter over.  If I got him fired there was
no chance that I would be made head pro, nor was I sure if I really
wanted that job.  On the other hand I realized I could use this
knowledge to my advantage, the benefits of a college degree I suppose,
so I told Jack that keep my silence he would have to let me pay a
little visit to Mrs. Davidson and also pay two hundred a month.  I
knew he was making decent money giving lessons to some of the rich old
dames who would never improve and two hundred was a reasonable offer,
but he hesitated about Mrs. Davidson.  "I'm not sure that she would
want to see you, especially after today.  She's used to having...how
shall I put it, her own way in those situations," he argued.
     "Well then, you're just going to have to make sure that she
bloody well does want to see me, I said mocking his intonation.  I
suggest you use the phone and let her know that I'll be over around
9:00 p.m. and she had better be ready.  I'll keep Alison quiet as
well," I reassured him.  In truth, Jack didn't have much choice so
he made the call and after a bit of explaining he came back with a
satisfactory answer.  "She'll be waiting for you, he simply stated.
In fact, I was getting a little tired of her.  I mean that she would
make me do degrading things and then she would complain that she was
too tired to satisfy me."
     "Don't worry Jack, leave her to me."  I began to consider after
he left how I would handle Mrs. Davidson, but then I remembered the
panties and her social position.  The wheels started turning.
Fortunately, I had separated amicably from my girlfriend a week ago,
but unfortunately I remembered the promise to bring Alison along.
Perhaps her mother wouldn't let her go out after all.
     It was six thirty and I had time to grab a quick sandwich from
the club's restaurant before I left.  By the time I finished it was
almost seven as I opened the door of the Porsche.  I had managed to
find it in relatively good condition with the exception of a few
dents in the body.  For five G's I considered it a wise investment.
Those damn Germans did know how to build cars, I thought as I pulled
out of the lot.
     I tossed the keys on the kitchen table of the apartment after I
arrived home, and reached for the Macallan.  I poured a hefty double
shot with just a dash of water and drank half of it down.  The familiar
taste percolated up from within leaving a smoky flavor on my tongue.
I made my way to the shower and started it as I peeled off my golfing
clothes.  I finished the scotch and was ready to step in when the phone
rang.  "Damn, who could that be," I wondered aloud. When I picked up the
sweet voice of Alison came giggling from the other end.  "I've arranged
everything with mother so I'll be expecting you at the agreed time.
I'll be bringing the polaroid to catch the expression on her face when
you present our souvenir."  I hesitated and then replied, "I think
maybe we should just leave her alone for now.  I'm pretty bushed from
our round and I was just planning to stay in and read some of Gibson's
latest novel."
     I detected a rising note of anger in her voice when she responded
to the effect that I had better pick her up or she would tell everyone
what she saw.  I saw my planned tryst and extra cash disappearing faster
than the scotch so I promised I would still be there.  "That's better,
she cooed into the phone, I be waiting for you."  I heard the click
of a dead receiver and wondered what I had gotten myself into this time.
College didn't prepare me for this, I thought, as I gingerly stepped
into the steaming spray.  I winced slightly as the water pelted my
cock, which was beginning to grow as I thought of the possible
scenarios between myself and Mrs. Davidson.  "Down boy, down," I
ordered futilely as I lathered my skin with soap.
     I stepped out twenty minutes later, toweled off, and poured
another Macallan.  My cock strained in impatience against the fabric.
It may not have porn stud size, but at seven inches it knew how to
please a woman.  That and my tongue, which aside from learning a fair
degree of elocution in school, had also practiced at stimulating
certain areas of the opposite sex.
     I dressed in black linen trousers and loafers before applying
Chanel cologne and drying my hair.  A touch of gel, a cream cotton
shirt, and black linen jacket finished the job.  The heat of the
day had given way to a cool breeze coming in off the Atlantic.  I
strapped on my Fossil and checked the time.  Eight o'clock.  Still time
as I lit a Marlboro and poured one more shot savoring the growing
warmth.
     Twenty minutes later I stepped out into the night air and revved
the engine.  I made my way over to the address Alison had provided.
Greed had overridden caution I thought as I pulled up to her house.
It was more of an estate than a house and located in an exclusive
neighborhood.  Alison had explained that her mother was used to
living in a certain style of luxury and the house gave Alison a
sense of adventure.  It was in the manner of a chateaux with a long
curving pebbled driveway to the door.
     Alison was waiting by the entrance with her mother as I strode
up.  For a moment I forgot she was just a teenager.  She was wearing
a silk turquoise blouse complementing her azure eyes and a black silk
skirt stopping at mid-thigh with black stockings and pumps.  Around her
waist was an expensive gold belt and she wore a snug choker around her
slender neck with a dangling ornament which looked vaguely Egyptian in
design.  Her large black leather purse had the polaroid I presumed.
She looked like a little countess as they bade me enter.
     Her mother, Ingrid, wrapped a satin glove encased arm through
mine and led me in.  "You look very handsome, Scott, she said huskily
between a drag on her cigarette.  I think I can trust you with my
daughter.  She says you give excellent golf lessons."  Her voice had
a slight Germanic accent and she smiled knowingly while I wondered how
much Alison had told her. Ingrid had a
kind of rare beauty which couldn't be bought or made.  It seemed to
come from deep within her soul.  She had long black hair reaching
halfway down her back.  Her high cheekbones spoke of an aristocratic
heritage and her radiant blue eyes seemed to penetrate whatever she
gazed upon.  It seemed she was also going out for she had a designer
evening dress on; something from Dior or Givenchy.  It was strapless
showing off a deep vee between her large firm breasts and accenting
her slender soft neck around which draped a similar choker as her
daughter's.
     I guessed she was in her late thirties, but she could have passed
for someone ten years younger.  "I'll take good care of Alison," I
promised.  "I know you will.  I think, Alison, we must invite Scott
over sometime for dinner.  Now you two go and enjoy your film," she
smiled as she escorted us to the door.  Her tongue gently flicked out
the corner of her scarlet lips when she looked at me.  I got the uneasy
impression that she had something else in mind, but I didn't have time
to ponder the implications as I helped Alison into the car.
     "Okay, Cinderella, I said as I got in the driver's seat, what was
that all about?"  "Don't worry, she likes you, she declared giving me
a swift peck on the cheek as we turned out of the driveway.  I told her
that you were gay."  She started laughing which reinforced her age.
"You wicked girl, I laughed in reply, I don't think your mother really
believed that one.  I'm going to make you hit balls on the range until
your hands are bleeding."
     "You didn't forget to bring the panties, did you?, she asked.  And
give me a cigarette."  I looked at her in amazement.  "They're in the
back seat and you're too young to smoke, I said, as I passed her the
Marlboro Lights.  Don't you know they'll ruin your health."  Alison
only laughed and as she twisted around to reach the silk panties her
skirt rode up to reveal an inch of creamy flesh over the top of her
stockings.  I almost swerved onto the shoulder as I glimpsed the firm
flesh.  "Hey, watch what you're doing," she demanded as she straightened
her skirt and put the panties in her bag.  She pulled out the polaroid
and gave it a quick check while putting a cigarette between her ruby-
lipsticked lips.  I reached over without taking my eyes from the road
while she steadied my hand and inhaled.  I chortled as she began
coughing from the smoke.  "Don't inhale at first, just take a small
puff.  If you need something to clear your throat there's a pint of
Dewar's and some plastic cups in the glove compartment.  She reached
in a poured two glasses.  The whiskey steadied her breathing and she
tried the cigarette again being careful not to inhale.  "Okay 'master'
Scott, I think I'm getting the hang of it."  She smiled and passed
me the cigarettes.
     I lit one and inhaled deeply blowing the smoke in concentric rings
while Alison clapped in mock applause.  We were nearing the country
house of Mrs. Davidson passing a long drive of elms and oaks.  "Quite
ironic that her place should be surrounded by trees, I remarked as I
stopped the Porsche about two hundred yards from the house and cut the
lights.  Now stay here and I'll go see if everything is arranged."
     Alison protested vigorously, but finally she promised to wait in
the car until I signaled.  I stepped out and slowly approached the
house.  It was a beautiful Georgian style with the addition of two
columns in front mirroring the columns of trees lining the driveway.
I stubbed out the cigarette as I lifted the brass knocker.  Mrs.
Davidson opened after the second rap holding a cigarette in one hand
and a glass of champagne in the other.  She was wearing a silk kimono
which barely concealed her swelling breasts and just reached below the
top of her black silk stockings and garter belt.  She turned in her
spiked heels and beckoned me to follow.  "I was wondering when you
would arrive, she purred seductively, I was getting rather tired of
Jack and his limitations and you rather intrigued me despite your
laughing on the course today.  I hope you will be able to live up to
my expectations," she grinned as she reached out to stroke my growing
cock through the linen fabric.
    I closed the door behind me and she locked the catch.  Without
missing a beat, she brought her scarlet lips up to mine all the while
stroking my cock which had reached it full length.  "Why don't we get
more comfortable, she whispered slipping off her kimono.  Come over to
the settee."
     I gazed transfixed as she poured me a glass of Veuve Cliquot
and took a deep seductive inhale of her cigarette.  "As you can see
my panties somehow disappered," she laughed exhaling a long stream of
smoke.  I smiled at her reference and took a long sip of the proffered
champagne.  It was delicious and ice cold.  My blue eyes glistened
with excitement as she strode to the settee.  I took in the firm
half moons of her beautiful ass and her long slender legs.  In the
muted lighting of her living room she turned on her back on the satin
fabric of the settee and slowly spread open her legs for my view.
I came over and sat at the opposite end watching the display.  There
was a fine grain of soft blonde hairs covering the opening of her
glistening cunt lips.  The hair matched her own which was swept back
revealing the soft lines of her gorgeous visage.
     She licked her lips slowly and suggested that I might put my own
lips and tongue to good use.  I removed my clothing until only my
boxers stood between me and nakedness.  My cock had slipped through the
opening to its full seven inches as Mrs. Davidson eyed it hungrily
slipping her hands around her ample breasts.  She squeezed the teats
until they were both hardened points of lust.  I knelt over her and
kissed her full on the mouth while our tongues entwined in a dance of
pleasure.  My hands found her breasts and I squeezed them lovingly
while she slipped one finger between the folds of her cunt lips bringing
it to my mouth to savor.
     I sucked her probing finger deep in my hungry orifice tasting her
delicious pussy juice.  It was like a powerful drug hitting me.  I had
to have more and I maneuvered myself until I was positioned kneeling
on the settee between her creamy thighs spread open in invitation.  Mrs.
Davidson hooked one stockinged leg over my should digging her spiked heel
into me while at the same time pulling my head by the hair towards her
juicy cunt spreading open like the petals of a tulip.  "Lick it well,
slipper cunt lips as she pushed her thighs against my head still holding
onto my hair with her free hand.  It seemed like her cunt was on fire.
I licked and sucked greedily of her juices.  My overworked tongue slid
upwards to flick at her emerging clitoris eliciting moans of pleasure
from her.  "Yessss, that's it, she cooed.  Now put that tongue deep
inside my hot hole as well."
     Mrs. Davidson raised her leg higher and backwards so that her pussy
was even more open for my tongue.  It slipped into her hot hole while I
used to fingers to spread open her blood engorged cunt lips.  My whole
chin was becoming slick with her pussy juices as she kept a steady
rhythm pushing against me.  Some of the delicious juices leaked down
to her anus which was opening and closing seductively in an 'O'.  I
licked further to catch the juices and sensing my probing tongue
Mrs. Davidson slid her gorgeous ass forward as my tongue brushed up
against her backdoor.  "That's it, Scott, she hissed excitedly.  Lick
and suck my asshole, as well!"
     I had never tasted a woman's ass before, and now I hesitated from
trying this forbidden fruit, but I then felt the spike from her heel
coming down urging my tongue forward.  "Aaaah!," I let out a muffled
scream from the pain, but her heel had its effect.  My tongue slipped
inside her 'O' and I was rewarded with a growl of appreciation from
above.  Her asshole tasted of a fragrant musky perfume and I reasoned
correctly that she must have planned this when she agreed to see me.
She lifted both legs high now as I felt myself slipping in deeper and
deeper.  My cock was straining for release with a drop of pre-cum oozing
from its tip as it brushed against the settee.  I placed both hands on
her ass spreading the creamy cheeks further apart while my tongue
lubricated her asshole with a mixture of saliva and dripping cunt juices.
     Any thoughts about Alison in the car were completely forgotten in
the moment of pleasing this extraordinary women.  Her breathing became
more ragged and uneven in her growing excitement.  "Quickly Scott lick
my cunt again.  I'm getting ready to cum!"  I complied immediately with
my tongue slipping from her asshole and finding her juicy cunthole and
clitoris.  Back and forth my tongue flicked over her engorged clit while
I sucked in her juices.  I felt the first signs of her growing orgasm
as her thighs clamped hard around my ears.  "Yesss, yesss, yesss!, she
wailed in ecstasy when I took her clit between my teeth and tongue. I'm
cumming!!!"
     Mrs. Davidson pressed my head firmly against her opening as she
came in long spasms while I drank again and again of her nectar. Finally,
her legs and thighs stopped quivering and I knew she was finished.  As I
rose up to catch a satisfied smile on the face of Mrs. Davidson I saw
with a mixture of surprise and horror the outraged figure of Alison
Traven standing with the polaroid busily snapping away.  "So, this is
what you were doing when you left me in the car.  Well, these aren't the
only pictures I've been taking, she hissed in a tone of voice I hadn't
heard her use before.  We have a few plans of our own!!"
     I could only stare in amazement wondering what she meant by "We".

To be continued.......