(Note to readers: If you like this story, lots of credit goes to my editor, SissyKaty. If you don't like it, blame it on me.)
I am an active, 60+ year old, retired judge with a reasonably attractive wife that has had, until recently, no interest in sex. I have many hobbies, and I don't consider myself a good golfer, but I enjoy playing at golf. I say "playing at" because I'm happy if I can shoot a high 90's score. My wife hates golf, but doesn't care that I play.
A lifelong friend of mine doesn't play golf, but his attractive wife does. She's in her 60's, but looks like she's in her late 40's. When she plays golf she dresses in short skirts and tight, form fitting golf shirts. Her looks are enough to distract the best golfers, male or female.
Our affair started out innocently enough, my friend and his wife were visiting at my house. We often get together for drinks and dinner. I mentioned I had a tee time for a twosome at course difficult to get into, but that a golfing partner had dropped out. Barbara/Barb (not her real name) said, "I've always wanted to play that course." I invited her to join me and she quickly accepted. Our spouses didn't care, so this was the beginning of a good golf partnership. She's a good golfer, fun to be with and be seen with and, like I said, really easy to look at.
As we started spending time together playing, I really got to know Barb on what can only be described as an intimate basis. I guess that happens when you spend one day a week with a beautiful woman. And I mean a whole day. We took turns driving to our golf dates, usually leaving early in the morning. We would warm up and practice a few drives and putts, play 18 holes at a leisurely pace, have a bite to eat between the 9th and 10th hole, finally end the day with a couple of drinks.
One rainy day, when I picked her up, she had on a rain slicker. But by the time we reached the course, the rain had ended and she had removed the slicker in the car. She was wearing a white golf shirt that got wet taking off the slicker.
Suddenly I could see though her top at her amazing breasts and dark nipples. As I stared, Barb was not at all bashful and asked me simply, "You like?" Without thinking, I said "Yes, absolutely!"
Barb's response surprised me when she said, "...at least someone does." I looked up and realized I should try to lighten the mood and said, "yea, right." She pulled out a wind breaker, put it on and we played a good round (I shot a 91).
That afternoon over drinks, our morning episode came up. She started out about saying she hoped she hadn't embarrassed me. I played dumb and asked, "What are you talking about?"
She said, "You know, my wet t-shirt."
I decided to be bold and replied, "I really like playing (golf) with you and REALLY enjoyed this mornings view."
She blushed and again said, "That was the most attention I've had in a long time."
I said, "Come on, you don't notice all the looks you get from other golfers while we're playing?"
She replied, "What I meant was attention from someone who matters."
I thought about that and asked, "What about your husband?"
She looked down and said, "We haven't had sex in a couple of years." I was speechless. My wife had lost interest in sex, too, since our kids had given us grandbabies. Without thinking (again), I said, "He's an idiot." After a few quiet minutes we finished our drinks and I drove her home.
After unloading her clubs, she invited me in. In spite of my friendship with her husband, and a waiting wife at home, I hoped the house was empty. No such luck. Her husband was in his home office reading. I told him not to get up, as I lied and told him I just wanted to say hi.
He went back to reading while Barb walked me through the garage to my car. In the middle of the garage, she stopped and turned to me. Without saying a word, I pulled her into me and kissed her. There was no hesitation on the part of either one of us, as our mouth and tongues collided and her tits crashed into me while my rapidly growing cock ground into her crotch. We breathlessly broke apart and I told her, "Its your turn to set a tee time."
And I left.
I (we?) had taken a stupid risk and hoped I hadn't offended her.
The next day I overheard my wife talking on the phone with Barbara. After they hung up, I nervously asked what was up and she said we had been invited to dinner and drinks at Barb's house later in the day. I said that sounded good and went about the rest of the day anxiously awaiting the evening.
We showed up at their door promptly at 6:00 p.m., Barb greeted us at the door with the usual hug and a kiss, but when she lightly kissed my lips, I thought I could feel an electric shock pass between us that our spouses didn't notice.
She was dressed in a flowing sundress that hugged her breasts and hips, and she was wearing colorful sandals on her sexy feet. I knew then for sure that I was going to try to fuck her.
The evening passed, for the most part, uneventfully, and, as always, we had an enjoyable time. After dinner I helped Barb with the dishes as our spouses chatted on the patio. Barb asked me , "Do you want to see the new putter I just bought?" I said, "Yes," and followed her into the garage. As the door closed behind us, she turned to me and stroked my hardening cock through my pants and said, "I can't wait to play with you." We shared a wet kiss, took a quick look at her new putter and went back into the house, to the patio.
My dick was so hard, I had to rearrange it and I had to concentrate to not stare at or touch Barb.
I started talking to Barb's husband to try and distract myself. He told me he was planning a fishing trip and would I like come along? I told him to let me know the dates and I'd get back to him. I tried not to show my excitement because I knew I wasn't going to go AND I might get a chance to be alone with his wife. Looking at her, I hoped she was feeling the same vibration.
