I golf. I golf with three other guys a couple of times a month and it's all about the game, the booze, and for us, sex talk. It's hard to tell which we enjoy more.
I'm forty-one and have been married to my wife, Elizabeth, who is thirty-eight for five years. We have a four-year-old son and a two-year-old daughter. My wife is a beauty. At just five-seven, she has a sexy body that just will not quit. She's petite, with the exception of her 36C breast and ample hips. She has deep richly colored red hair to her shoulders. Despite the two children, she has a tight little welcoming pussy. What more could a guy want?
I'm five-eleven with brown hair, fit, and I'm pretty good looking. Well, no one has taken a look at me and used the word "hideous"; well, not yet.
My golfing buddies are Dave, the handsome one that is really good at chatting up the ladies, his wife is Joy; Larry, he's kind of gym rat and looks the part, his wife is Eve; and finally, there's Milt who is a black guy and the only single guy on the foursome.
The wives have all met all of the guys at bars, restaurants, and backyard cookouts. We don't really get the wives involved but a couple of times a year and that seems to be enough.
As soon as the guys met Elizabeth, they conjured up a large infection of lust. I told you she is pretty, but she also has a sexy way about her. She doesn't have to try; she just is sexy. So, when the golf and drinking is going on, the guys have no problem talking about Elizabeth. And they have no reservations about telling me to my face they'd like to fuck her. Sorry, guys, that's not going to happen. But they still come up with all manner of suggestions to get into her.
On day as we started a round of golf, Dave suggested that anyone getting a hole-in-one that day get to fuck Elizabeth. The suggestion was roundly lauded. I even agreed reminding the guys, "Hey, none of you are good enough to do a hole-in-one even for a turn at Elizabeth. I'm really not worried." Everyone laughed. Dave said that he was going to be more focused that day and try out his new driver - he felt he had a chance at both the hole-in-one and Elizabeth. In the end, there were no hole-in-ones and none of the guys got even close to Elizabeth's hole.
At a bar one night with the guys and their women, Larry and Dave cornered Elizabeth and flirted with her endlessly. She strung them along laughing and lightly touching them on the leg, only to burst their bubble when they asked if she'd join them in the alley behind the bar which was known for dumpster fucking. She gave them a firm "no" and softened it with a sexy smile which only encouraged them for something in the future. When we got home Elizabeth told me the story and we both laughed. She said that all of my friends were horny, but they didn't seem all that smart.
A couple of days later, Larry had asked at the beginning of one golf round if everyone was satisfied that their handicap was fair. They all agreed. He suggested that I'd set up a date for the player with the best score on the eighteen that day. Without me, they all agreed. Milt won the round and asked for his reward. By this time, the guys had become vocally blunt in their talk about Elizabeth.
He told me, "Set up my date with Elizabeth and I'll bring her home with a new appreciation for black sex. There's cock, black cock, and my cock - do you hear me? Man, you'll never measure up after that."
Elizabeth and I had a good laugh about the whole thing. "You tell Milt that I laughed at the very thought of going out on a date with him. In fact, tell him that if I did go on a date with him, I'd likely break him -- and his black cock. Tell him that for his own safety, I said no."
I laughed. Elizabeth knew that they guys always teased me about having sex with her and she took it without offense but as a compliment, but a compliment she had absolutely no interest in following up on.
The next round of golf, I told the guys what Elizabeth's response to Milt offer of a date was. They laughed and Milt faced an afternoon of teasing.
"The white women say that, but they all get curious. Then one day you'll come home and find me balls deep in your woman and she'll be making sounds you've never hear before."
Larry replied quickly, "Yeah, she'll be saying things like 'Hey, is it in yet? I can't feel a thing.'" The group all cracked up laughing. Even Milt joined in.
"And when Milt finally pops, she'll say, 'I'd like to do that again - - - never'," Dave said. The laughter continued. Milt blew his next swing at the ball with a slice.
The guys played on and into the clubhouse for a round or two of beers. Milt and Larry took their leave and wandered off to go home. Dave and I stayed to finish our beers.
"You and Elizabeth need to some over this Saturday to see our new hot tub. It's a beauty!" Dave continued, "Joy is planning some appetizers and there will be plenty to drink. Come on, it'll be fun! I paid a lot for this fucking tub; I want to get some use out of it!"
"I'll ask Elizabeth,' I replied. I knew that Elizabeth liked Dave, but she didn't really like Joy. Elizabeth had told me in no uncertain language that she thought Joy was a slut. Her reasoning: Joy was a slut. It was true, that Joy was a big tease, and frankly, I thought that she'd fuck me in a heartbeat. She'd likely do me right in front of Dave. Joy was built with big tits, a slim waist and grab-on-and-hold-tight hips. On the other hand, she did tend to wear a makeup look that was more on the whore side of the makeup scale. Joy was Joy.
When I got home, Elizabeth was making dinner wearing only a thin, summer dress. I quietly walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and thrusted my hips forward so I could rub my pants-covered cock against her hot ass.
As I ground my cock against her, she calmly said, "Look her, pool guy, I told you no more of that, my husband will be home soon. Go. If he catches you, you'll be a dead pool boy."
I laughed and said, "You know we don't have a pool, right?"
"That doesn't mean that I don't have a pool boy," she said.
She spun around in my arms and we shared a long kiss.
"I missed you today, but the game was fun."
"I wasn't missing you. I had the pool boy," she said.
"I told Milt that you weren't interested in a date with him. Of course, I did it in front of the guys and he got a shit load of crap from the guys. It blew his whole game, so he bought the first round. Of course, I'm sure that he's recovered and, right now, he's out at a bar picking up his chick-of-the-day."
"Better her than me," Elizabeth said. "Why does everyone think that black cock is better than white cock? Hell, even at Thanksgiving, everyone wants the turkey's white meat. Are we supposed to think that in a black household on Thanksgiving, when asked if they want white meat or black meat, they all order up dark meat? Besides, it all taste like chicken!"
