Since Jill's last visit, Carl felt conflicted. He knew the affair, or whatever it was, was wrong. But he continued to frequently masturbate to the selfie she took on his phone.
He was further conflicted about what she said while sucking his cock. He was jealous thinking of Jill with anyone else. But his cock always got hard by visions of Jill enjoying herself in various poses with his friends.
Publicly, Jill lived a typical upper middle class married life. She was in her 30s, petite, and pretty. She had fashionably tussled shoulder length light brown hair with blonde highlights. Her attire leaned towards the conservative side, but she ensured her athletic body was never hidden.
Privately, however, she felt she had suddenly entered a new chapter in her life. She was shocked at what she had done... what she was doing... and what she wanted to do. She realized the risks, but the risks just added to the thrill. She felt more confident, free, and alive than ever before.
Carl's usual golf foursome was broken up by Jim recovering from a broken hip. The other two golf buddies were Brian and Paul. They were also in their 70s. Brian was widowed and Paul's wife was in a nursing home with severe dementia.
Jill was not surprised when Carl invited her to golf again, knowing Jim was still out. However, she was confident that Brian and Paul would never settle for golf if they knew what else she was offering. She concluded Carl was too scared or jealous to have told them.
Jill arrived at the golf club wearing a blue sleeveless top, a white golf skirt, and white sneakers. The tight top hugged the contours of her breasts and flat stomach. The stretchy fabric of the short skirt accentuated her round ass perfectly. Her toned arms and shapely legs were bare.
"Hey, hey, hey!" she said enthusiastically as she threw her arms up inviting a hug. Eagerly, the three old men bent down and gave her lingering hugs, allowing time for their hands to slide down her back before casually caressing the top of her ass.
"If only I got greeted like this every day! I would be the luckiest girl in the world!" she teased. The men laughed sheepishly and shifted awkwardly as they tried to hide their erections.
Throughout the game, the men were transfixed watching Jill wiggle her tight round butt with every swing. They peered down her top as she frequently leaned forward. Her short skirt offered them numerous glimpses of her panties, from both front and rear.
Brian and Paul repeatedly offered tips and advice. They inevitably insisted on wrapping their arms around her from behind as they coached her swing. She feigned ignorance as she subtly ground her ass into their erections each time.
"That was really fun!" She proclaimed at the end of the game. "Boy, I think I really benefited from all your coaching." she said earnestly. "I feel like I owe you guys something, a drink at least, but probably more!"
"Sure, Jill, that would be fun. How about we get a drink at the clubhouse?" Paul said.
"Or, how about we go to your place, Carl? Carl makes a wicked gin and tonic, don't you Carl?" Jill said winking and squeezing Carl's arm playfully.
"Um, well, I don't know about that..." Carl stammered nervously. He was jealous and still conflicted about his feelings.
"Oh come on Carl, how can you refuse such a pretty lady?" Brian said. "I mean, come on! You're not that old, are you?" Carl reluctantly agreed to the plan.
At Carl's house, Jill sat between Brian and Paul on the sofa as Carl was mixing drinks in the kitchen. Soon Carl came out with a tray of drinks. He gave each one a glass and sat down rather sullenly in the armchair opposite them.
"OK, I want to make a toast" Jill said energetically as she raised her glass. "I know I'm not half the golfer as Jim, but you guys were soooo patient with me. It really made me happy. Here's to you guys deserving the same happiness, too!"
"Oh, how could we not be happy with someone like you around!" Brian responded cheerily as they all took a drink.
Jill set her glass down. Without saying a word she reached out and started gently rubbing the crotches of the two old men on either side of her.
They gulped almost simultaneously as they fumbled to set their glasses down. "Uh... what's going... uh..." Brian stammered.
