Maple Grove Golf Tourney 3: The Lap Ride on the Back Nine

Abby is shocked at a grown-woman's behavior and gets aroused on the ride back to the clubhouse

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On the fourteenth hole, Haley Zoe-Kurtiss stood between the markers and placed the ball between her feet, just like her husband Lucas had told her. She would have been fine, except several holes on the back nine were sponsored by restaurants and she downed a few glasses of wine after the tenth hole, and the eleventh … and the twelfth, not to mention the thirteenth hole, too.

Now, instead of feeling like she was standing on grass, she felt like she was standing on the deck of a fishing boat in a storm and couldn’t believe how nice it felt for a breeze to appear and tickle her thighs and move smoothly beneath her skirt’s hem.

“Okay, hon, any day now.” Lucas waited patiently as other golfers had moved in behind. He believed in golfing etiquette even in an event as odd as this.

Haley took a breath and proclaimed. “I want Jerry. Just like on our practice round.” The wine made it way to easy to talk and the memory of her once-in-a-while lover Jerry and Lucas surprising her during a practice round with a nice erotic licking and fucking called to her lustful spirit.

“Jerry’s with—”

“Marla?” Haley wanted to know. “I hate Marla.”

“Sweetheart—”

A few golfers were getting impatient. “Can we play through?” One had broad shoulders and a nice jawline.

“Sure, please do.” Lucas tugged his visor low over his eyes.

“You didn’t ask me.” Haley turned on her heels and puckered her lips and pointed at Lucas. “He won’t mind. He likes when I have sex with guys. Oops, got to adjust this.” She leaned over, pushing the ball and tee in and giving a show to everyone watching.

A cackle turning to raucous laughter tore through the crowd and Lucas felt his face burn with embarrassment.

A cart came whirring up. It was the woman with the beverages and a cute younger woman riding along.

“Oh, the wine dealer.” Haley stumbled off the tee and plopped on the lap of the woman driving. “What’s your name?”

“Natasha.”

“You’re boo—bu-tee-full.” Haley suddenly gave her a kiss on the cheek and loudly proclaimed. “I’m a hotwife.”

“Oh, I see.”

Haley wiped her forehead. “You’re working, right?”

“Yes, I’m helping run the tournament.” Natasha was polite. “And I was going to leave water and sodas here. It looks like I shouldn’t leave anything stronger than a Sprite.”

“Sprite’s good shit.” Haley leaned against Natasha. “Oh, wow, I’d love to kiss you.”