The following Saturday was the annual club ball. It's a fairly straight-laced affair. Black tie for the men, ladies all dolled up to the nines. A hearty meal, followed by a disco, with plenty of booze flowing throughout the evening. It was often the one and only time we met the club members' other halves, so it was always an entertaining evening. Naturally Claire looked stunning in a long blue evening gown, hair tied up to show off her neckline. She always managed to puff up her boobs with an evil looking contraption that I jokingly called the straightjacket. And she would remind me, with a sigh, that it was just an underwired push-up, whatever the fuck that is.
As we sat for the meal, I noticed Vince among the waiting staff, bringing drinks to the tables. He winked when he saw me. Several of the caddies were waiting on the tables and I realised that some of the 'cocksucking team' members I knew looked decidedly uncomfortable.
After the meal I ambled over to the bar, where some of the men were gathering, ordering drinks. A few of the ladies had ventured on to the dance floor and we gazed at them lustily as they jigged around their handbags. Claire was huddled with a large woman at our table. John Clement's wife if I recalled correctly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the club chairman talking to one of the caddies. He looked a little flushed, but after a moment of what looked like intense discussion, the caddy turned and walk through to the gent's restroom. The chairman glanced back at the room nervously, then followed him in. Fuck! I thought. He's not going to...?
"They never stop, those lads," mumbled a guy to my left. It was Mike.
"Oh hi, Mike," I said cheerfully. A couple of glasses of wine and I was feeling pretty mellow. "So is he off to do what I think he's going to do?"
"You can be sure of it. I think they get a thrill from forcing us to suck them while our wives are in the next room."
I chuckled at the thought, but then paused.
"What do you mean 'us'?"
"Oh, you'll be in there at some point this evening. We all will," said Mike ominously.
About 30 minutes later I finally spotted Dom. He looked particularly dashing in a black tux. He slowly circulated the room, chatting briefly with guests. Many of the men blushed when he approached but the ladies eyes lit up as he flirted with them. I noticed his hand gently stroke the treasurer's wife's bum. She turned her head and smiled demurely, then winked at him. Well, I'll be damned! I thought, not her as well! I decided I'd better stay close to Claire for the rest of the evening, so joined her on the dance floor, hoping to keep out of trouble.
We danced for a while but then she cried off, saying she needed a rest. It was clear she'd had quite a few glasses of wine, which I didn't mind at all. Might need a tipsy shag later, I thought, although my mind immediately drifted to thoughts of black cock. We sat at our table and she asked me for another glass of wine. No sooner had I collected one from the bar, I saw Dom by her side, chatting and smiling. Claire giggled and I recognised that come-on face she used to use on me when we were dating. I rushed back.
As I reached the table, she blushed and I saw her surreptitiously bring her hand up from under the table. Had she been touching his thighs, I thought? Or worse!
"Dominic tells me he's your caddy," said Claire with a little slur in her voice. I grunted acknowledgement. "What a big, strong chap you must be!" Dom just smiled as she gazed drunkenly at him.
"Do you mind if I borrow your husband for a few minutes," he said and my heart sank. "We have something to discuss."
"Oh yes, what's that then?" replied Claire inquisitively. "Is it about handicaps and holes and losing your balls, or something?" She giggled at her own joke and I made a mental note to take her straight home once I'd had my... 'discussion'... with Dom.
Dom leaned forward conspiratorially. "Just between the three of us, we have a little wager on the game each week. Sometimes your husband loses and he has to do a forfeit. Just a bit of fun, you know, man stuff."
I was panicking, insides turning to jelly, no idea what he was going to say next.
"Oh dear," she purred, turning to me. "You foolish man. Looks like you're doing the washing up tonight, darling!" She giggled at her wit and I laughed nervously with her.
"We won't leave you alone for too long," said Dom as he stood.
