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Ever since we moved to this country, the heat and humidity have been so intense that I pretty much gave up on playing golf. But one day, while having a bbq with wife and her golf buddy Amy and her hubby James, Amy suggested we all hit the golf course together.
After several rounds during dinner, I was a bit tipsy, and to be honest, Amy was looking pretty hot that night. The thought of seeing those long, toned legs in a short golf skirt got me a little horny, so I agreed, and we made plans to play golf together.
Since it was a weekday and the kid was off to school, I threw on some clothes and went to check if my wife was ready. When I walked in, she was just putting on her spandex shorts that she wears under her skirt.
Feeling playful, I teased her, “Why don’t you skip those today? It’s too hot anyway.”
She laughed and replied, “No way. It’s already hot and sweaty, but without these, my panty lines would show through the skirt.”
I added, “Then just skip the panties too. James would love that.”
She rolled her eyes, “Are you crazy? Amy would think I’m trying to show off to James on purpose.”
I shrugged, “Then just wear a G-string. Black would be nice.”
She paused for a moment, then walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black and a white G-strings to show me. The black one was barely there, more like a token piece of fabric than actual coverage. It was just enough to cover the pussy slit, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
“Yeah, that looks good,” I nodded.
“Are you sure you’re okay with wearing this?” she asked.
“Yeah, especially when you’re reading the putting line. make sure to do it facing James,” she said nothing but staring at me with a mischievous face.
“But if I’m going to wear this, I need to shave. Otherwise, the hair will show,” she added, almost like she was hinting for me to do it.
“Lie down. We’ll take care of it before we go.”
I had her lie down, applied shaving cream, and carefully shaved her. No wonder she was already wet.
“Getting turned on just thinking about showing off to James?” I teased.
“Well, wouldn’t you, if you were asked to do something like this?” she shot back, not even bothering to hide her excitement anymore.
It was clear now that she had decided to embrace her exhibitionist side. After finishing the front, I had her turn over and took care of the few hairs around her anus too, making sure she was completely smooth.
“James is going to lose his mind when he sees this,”
“You didn’t notice? Last time we had dinner, he couldn’t stop staring at my tits,” she replied, smirking.
I remembered that night–I’d suggested she go without a bra, and she wore a slightly thick top that still let her nipples show just a bit.
“Really? Then let’s go without a bra today too,” I suggested, getting caught up in the idea.
“Come on… if I go braless and start sweating, it’ll turn into a full-on wet t-shirt situation. That’s too much,” she said, but she reached for some nipple patches anyway, sticking them on with a smirk.
“Even with these, you can still see everything,”
“It’s fine. If it’s all going to show anyway, might as well embrace it,”
With that, I helped her finish getting dressed, and we headed off to the golf course, both of us buzzing with anticipation.
When we arrived at the golf course, Amy and James were already there. Since we still had some time before our tee time, we decided to grab a quick drink at the clubhouse. Amy and my wife walked ahead while James and I followed a few steps behind, giving us a perfect view of the two of them.
It was immediately obvious that my wife wasn’t wearing a bra–her top clung to her in a way that left nothing to the imagination. However, the G-string she had on was well hidden, blending seamlessly under her skirt. Amy, on the other hand, wore a white t-shirt that subtly revealed her light pink bra underneath. Her long, toned legs looked even more striking under her short black skirt as they moved.
“What a view” I told James
“Oh yeah” he replied, but didn’t catch what he meant exactly.
We exchanged a quick, knowing glance, both appreciating the view in front of us, though keeping our thoughts to ourselves. The atmosphere felt charged, as if the day was about to get a lot more interesting.
I hadn’t really expected much from the round of golf, especially since it had been a while since I last played. But to make things more interesting, we decided to mix up the teams every six holes. For the first six, I was paired with my wife, the next six with James, and for the final six holes, I’d team up with Amy. It was a fun way to keep the game lively and unpredictable.
As my wife and I rode together in the cart towards the tee box, I leaned in and reminded her, “Don’t forget to give James a little peek when you’re putting.”
She sighed, “Looks like I won’t be focusing on my game today,” but the way she said it kahramanmaraş escort didn’t carry any disappointment. In fact, there was a hint of anticipation in her voice, as if she was looking forward to the playful distraction. It was clear that she was enjoying the game in more ways than one, and it added a new level of excitement to the day.
The game itself was nothing spectacular, just a casual round. However, every time we approached the green, my mind was occupied with one thought: how to give James the best view of wife. On one hole, after reading the green, wife deliberately stayed crouched down, suggesting that James check the line from the opposite side. This gave him a perfect excuse to look directly at her.
Even though he was wearing sunglasses, it was clear that his gaze wasn’t focused on the green. Instead, it kept drifting towards the gap between her thighs. I could tell he was hooked, his attention drawn more to the subtle glimpses of her G-string than to the game itself.
From that hole onward, it became quite obvious that James was no longer trying to hide his interest. Whenever my wife crouched down to read the lie, he would position himself in front of her, pretending to offer advice on the putt while clearly fixated on the view she was giving him. As it became increasingly obvious, I had to start distracting Amy with conversation just to keep her attention elsewhere.
As we finished the fifth hole and headed towards the sixth, which was quite a distance away, we had to wait at a traffic light to cross a road where regular cars were passing by.
While we were waiting, I whispered to wife, “Having fun? You’re not wet again, are you?” I couldn’t resist sliding my hand up her thigh and slipping it between the gap in her G-string. Sure enough, she was wet.
“It’s just sweat from the heat,” she replied, but I knew she was lying.
“Come on, you know better. At this rate, your skirt’s going to get soaked.”
“Don’t say that…,” she muttered, clearly a bit embarrassed.
She was wearing a white skirt, and I knew that if her pussy juice started to seep through, it would be visible. I handed her a napkin from the coffee we had earlier at the clubhouse, and she discreetly wiped her crotch through the front of her skirt while checking Amy and James’ cart following us from behind.
“Embarrassing…” she whispered, but she did it anyway, trying to avoid any unwanted attention.
“Then why don’t you just take them off? It would be easier to keep yourself dry,” I suggested.
“How can I do that? Amy’s here–she’d definitely think I’m some kind of weirdo or nympho,” she replied, but I could tell she was struggling to control herself. The more she tried not to think about it, the more it occupied her mind.
We arrived at the tee box for the sixth hole. After James and I took our shots from the men’s tees, we moved to the women’s tee box. This tee was elevated, about a person’s height above where we had parked the cart. As Amy prepared for her shot, her short black skirt rode up, revealing the white spandex shorts she wore underneath each time she bent over to place the ball on the tee and during her practice swings.
It was wife’s turn next. As she got up to the tee box and bent down to place her ball on the tee, it slipped off, causing her to kneel to retrieve it. At that moment, her G-string was completely exposed. Thankfully, Amy was busy getting some water from the front of the cart and missed it, but James saw everything, staring intently.
Knowing my wife, she was fully aware of how much Amy’s skirt revealed during her swings. So, when it was her turn to take a practice swing, she made sure to put on a show. The skirt fluttered dramatically with each swing, giving James a clear view of the G-string that barely covered her. I could see James swallow hard, his eyes glued to the sight.
In truth, the G-string was so minimal that it almost looked like it was just part of the neatly trimmed pubic hair and instantly revealed her bare ass cheeks as well. It was clear that wife was intentionally teasing James, enjoying the thrill of it all while I kept Amy’s attention focused on me, pretending to be engrossed in the scorecard on the opposite side of the tee box.
As we approached the 7th hole, the team rotation meant I was now paired with James. He suggested that teammates should ride together in the cart, so we did just that. As we chatted about this and that, James suddenly turned the conversation in a surprising direction.
“You know, your wife is incredibly sexy,” he said, almost out of nowhere. “I used to think Amy was the most beautiful woman in the world, but now I’m not so sure.”
I laughed it off. “Come on, man. I think Amy is much prettier.”
He chuckled, “Well, I guess the grass is always greener on the other side. But honestly, we’ve been pretty sexless lately. It’s just not as hot as it used to be.”
“Yeah, kastamonu escort that happens as we get older. No matter how beautiful your wife is, things can cool down over time,” I replied to have him more opportunities to throw out more..
James shook his head, “Do you feel that way too? If I were married to someone as gorgeous as your wife, I’d want to be with her every day.”
I grinned, a bit amused by his frankness. “It’s nice to hear someone like you appreciate her like that. But honestly, as you probably noticed earlier, I’ve developed a bit of a strange fetish lately. I get turned on by exposing my wife to others, just a little. This morning, I actually told her not to wear her usual spandex shorts under her skirt and insisted she wear that G-string instead.”
James looked surprised. “And she just goes along with that? I can’t imagine Amy ever agreeing to something like that.”
“Of course not, man. No woman would just go along with something like that out of the blue. It takes time, you have to ease into it.”
James nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense. You’ll have to give me some tips later.”
I smirked, “Sure thing. But for now, today’s show is on the house, so enjoy it while you can.”
James laughed, “Oh, I definitely will. Thanks, man.
After that conversation, James became even more eager to enjoy watching my wife putt, taking every opportunity to soak in the view. By the time we reached the 13th hole and switched teams again, I now paired with Amy. As we shared the cart, I decided to start flirting a bit.
“What’s your secret to staying this slim and sexy? You’re making it hard for me to focus on my game,” I said with a playful smile.
She giggled, “Oh, stop it! Didn’t you say it’s been a while since you played golf? I guess even a seasoned golfer can’t help but be a little rusty.”
I laughed, “Yeah, but I used to be pretty good. Now, not only am I out of practice, but with a hottie around, I don’t stand a chance of playing well.”
She blushed slightly, “Oh, please. My husband always tells me to try and be as sexy as your wife. Sometimes I get a little jealous, you know? I bet he’s having the time of his life riding in the cart with her right now.”
I grinned, “Well, maybe I should start telling my wife that Amy’s the sexy one more often. It might make her a little jealous.”
She laughed, clearly enjoying the banter, “That might just work! But don’t be surprised if she steps up her game even more.”
Wife and James were having a blast, giving each other high-fives over even the most plain shots, almost like they were a couple themselves. In contrast, Amy and I were relatively distant. By this point, whenever my wife was putting, James would openly position himself in front of her, blatantly ogling her as she leaned forward. It was so obvious that even Amy seemed to notice.
“Your wife really is sexy, isn’t she?” Amy commented, her tone casual but observant.
“Her missing shorts? Yeah, she didn’t wear them today,” I laughed, confirming that Amy had indeed picked up on it.
“She’s not just beautiful, but with a playful side like that, what guy wouldn’t love it?” Amy added, half-admiring, half-amused.
“Must be the heat making her skip the shorts today,” I replied, playing dumb.
“If she keeps this up, my husband’s definitely not going to sleep tonight. He’ll be up all night… with his hands busy,” Amy sighed, a hint of frustration in her voice.
“Why? With you by his side, why would he do that?” I asked, a little surprised by her candidness.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been intimate. Maybe seeing your wife like that will stir something in him, who knows,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation.
“Hard to believe. Leaving you untouched is practically a crime,” I said, echoing what James had mentioned earlier about their sexless marriage.
It became clear that their relationship was going through a rough patch, with Amy hoping for any spark that might reignite their connection.
As we approached the 15th hole, we had to cross the main road again, just like earlier. While we were waiting at the traffic light, Amy turned to me and said,
“Would you mind talking to him later and letting me know what’s going on? I really need to figure out what the problem is.” She handed me her phone number as she said this.
I nodded and replied, “But you know, men pretty much want the same things. Even without talking, we often hope our partner will just know what we need.” I shared a bit about my own marriage, explaining how open communication had helped us. I suggested that if James wasn’t initiating the conversation, maybe she should. I told her how our relationship had improved significantly after I started sharing my fantasies. It was a bit of a leap, but being honest about what you want can make all the difference.
“Your wife mentioned a little bit about that last time kayseri escort we played golf,” Amy said.
“Oh! I see,” I replied.
“But the thing is, you both still have that spark inside, so once you talked about it, things happened right away.”
“Not exactly,” I said, shaking my head. “We were almost sexless too, until I had a few drinks and finally got up the courage to bring it up.”
“I really hope that we can find a way to reconnect like that. It’s not like we’re fighting or anything, but when it comes to intimacy, there’s just this distance between James and me.”
“James probably has things he wishes for or wants from you, too,” I said. “When we were riding together in the cart earlier, he was asking how I got my wife to ditch her shorts, saying he wanted to try the same thing with you. That’s a clear sign he’s still very much in love with you.”
“Really? He said that? He’s never been the type to talk about things like that,” Amy replied, surprised.
“See? Maybe you don’t know your husband as well as you think. Why not try to tease him a little, just to see if I’m right?”
Amy frowned, not quite understanding what I was getting at. “What do you mean?”
I grinned and suggested, “Why don’t you take off your shorts and give James a little peek?”
Her eyes widened in shock. “How could I possibly do that?”
“Why not? There’s already someone out here who’s done it, after all,” I teased, laughing.
As Amy was lost in thought, we arrived at the 15th hole. While James and I headed to the tee box, Amy made her way to the portable restroom beside the hole. After our tee shots, as we were walking back down, I noticed Amy coming out of the restroom and slipping something into her golf bag. I couldn’t help but wonder, “Could it be?” but decided to keep quiet and see how things played out.
Once we were all on the green, Amy asked me to help read her putt. I positioned myself behind her, guiding her on the direction as usual. Then, she asked if I could check the line from the front. As I moved in front of her to take a look, I caught a glimpse of pink panties between her slightly spread legs. It was clear she had removed her shorts in the restroom. I gave her a nod, understanding her move, and then called James over to take a look at the line.
James, deep in conversation with my wife, gave me a puzzled look as if to ask why I was calling him. Reluctantly, he walked over to the front of Amy and lazily glanced at the line. But when Amy spread her legs a bit more, revealing her pink panties, James’s eyes widened in surprise.
After we finished the hole, I got back in the cart, glancing over at Amy. When I raised my hand, she quickly responded with a high-five, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I have a feeling I won’t be getting much sleep tonight like James… might end up taking care of myself,” I teased.
“What are you talking about?” Amy asked, a little taken aback.
“I’m thinking I might try it while thinking about you,” I said.
“No way! Does your wife really let you do that?”
“Of course! In fact, if I told her I was thinking about you, she’d probably say she’s imagining being with James while we’re at it. And this isn’t the first time, as a matter of fact” I joked.
“Wow, did you guys have that talk already? you two are something else,” Amy said, clearly impressed.
“Well, it’s not like we’re actually doing anything with other people FOR NOW.. It’s just a way to spice things up, and it works for us, so it doesn’t bother either of us at all,” I explained, shrugging casually.
After that hole, James seemed quite busy every time we reached the green, constantly checking on both my wife and Amy, as if he couldn’t get enough of the view. But I wasn’t just standing idly by either. While James was occupied with Amy, I took the opportunity to slip behind wife.
Sliding my hand under her skirt, I gave her firm, round ass cheeks a gentle squeeze before slipping my fingers between the G-string, feeling the almost drooling wetness of her pussy juice. And told her that I asked Amy to take off her spandex pants to show James.
After we finished our round of golf, we realized that we were running short on time to pick up the kids from school, so we decided to have a quick lunch at the clubhouse instead of taking showers. We all headed to the restaurant on the second floor.
The wives went ahead of us, and as James and I followed behind, we had a clear view up the stairs of both ladies’ panties. It was obvious they were aware of it, but they kept climbing without looking back at us.
“Seriously, how did you manage it?” James asked, clearly impressed.
“How did I manage what? I just told her to give her husband a little nudge, like I did with my wife. If my wife could do it, why not Amy?”
“Wow, you’re the man bro!” shaking his head in amazement.
“Not really,” I shrugged. “But listen, Amy mentioned she wants me to figure out what you are longing for. Maybe it’s time for a talk.”
“Really?” James looked thoughtful.
“Yeah, that’s what she said. So, what do you say we let the ladies head home after lunch, and you and I stick around for a beer to talk things over?”
“Sounds like a plan!” James agreed with a smile.
To be continued…
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