"Man, Dad seems so much better lately, don't you think?" Brad asked his wife. "He's definitely getting out of the house more, and he's golfing again. Honey, you really did a good job with him."
"I agree." Jill said emphatically. "He seems much better. Though, I'm not sure I did much. I just gave him some encouragement." She giggled. "You know, a little feminine push, to try to get him to date. But I don't think he's gone on any, has he?"
"Maybe... I'm not sure. I'll ask the next time he comes over. You know, he's been coming over a lot lately, Maybe too much!"
Brad and Jill were in their 30s. Brad was successful at his tech job but physically he showed signs of a sedentary lifestyle. He was still generally handsome but gaining weight and losing hair.
Jill was a stay-at-home mom thanks to Brad's healthy income. She was petite with shoulder length light brown fashionably tussled hair. Her toned fit body was the result of daily workouts with a trainer. Even though she was naturally pretty, she always put extra effort into her appearance. She dressed relatively conservatively, but ensured her athletic body was never hidden.
Carl was visiting Brad and Jill almost weekly now. He was torn, he wanted to talk to Jill about her last visit, actually, he desperately wanted to repeat it. But to Carl, Jill seemed to have either forgotten about it or was ignoring it. Carl resigned himself to masturbating to pictures of her as soon as he got home. Sometimes, unable to control himself, he released himself in the car.
Carl was back to golfing at the club every week with three of his longtime friends. Jim, recently broke his hip thus the foursome was no more. At the suggestion of the other two, Carl asked Jill if she wanted to complete their foursome. It took a little convincing, but she agreed. "It's gonna be kinda goofy hanging out with three old men!" she thought. "But, hey, it's just one afternoon."
Carl, Brian, and Paul were waiting for Jill on the green. Brian and Paul were both retired and in their 70s. Brian was widowed. Paul's wife was alive, but had advanced dementia and was living in a nursing home. The three of them abruptly stopped their conversation as they watched Jill cheerily walk towards them from the clubhouse.
Her hair was pulled into a ponytail with a few locks left free cascading over her white visor. Her sleeveless white polo shirt left her smooth shoulders and toned arms exposed while accentuating the contours of her firm round breasts. Her short pastel blue golf skirt hugged her tight flat stomach before flaring out slightly to allow her bare legs freedom to move. With every stride of her shapely legs her skirt swished offering hope of a glimpse of her panties to the fixed eyes of the three eagerly awaiting men.
If Jill noticed the bulge in Carl's shorts as she approached him, she offered no evidence. She hugged Carl which further encouraged his erection. Carl had to immediately turn away from the others to adjust his pleats to hide his erection.
It did not take long for her to realize why the three old men asked for her company instead of another old crony. She noticed every time she teed off they stood behind her. She leaned forward with her slender back arched, her perky chest thrust forward and her taut shapely butt in the air. The skirt fabric stretched tightly around her perfectly round ass as it swayed back and forth as she shifted her weight from side to side. She had a habit of wiggling her ass just before swinging. Several times she secretly glimpsed over her shoulder. The men were almost always leaning slightly forward, mouths open, staring at her with bulges in their pants.
Brian had been flirting with her from the start. Thus it did not surprise her when Brian offered to coach her on a swing. What did surprise her was when she felt the 70-plus year old boner pushing into her ass as he hugged her from behind helping guide her swing. Paul insisted on coaching her on the next hole. She wasn't too surprised when she felt Paul's boner as well. Carl, however, was too nervous to get that close to her.
After a short goodbye, the men hurried to their cars. Jill was confident there would soon be three old men masturbating to a sexual fantasy involving her. To her surprise, that thought made her a little wet.
Carl had been home for just a few minutes. Already his laptop was open on the coffee table in front of the couch. The box of tissues was next to the computer. He was about to get the lotion from the bathroom, when much to his annoyance, the doorbell rang. Carl was shocked to a standstill when he opened the door.
