I've been playing golf for almost 15 years and I can honestly say I'm not much better than I was when I started. Perhaps I'm more consistently inconsistent. I still haven't reached my two goals. One is to shoot consistently in the 80's and the other goal is to finish a game with the same ball I start with. Sigh... Maybe in another 15 years. But I digress.
In all that time I have often asked my wife to take up the game so I could play with her, after all, golfing is something I could see doing throughout my retirement years. My best friend and I had been golfing together for several years and he also had a desire for his wife to take up the game. After much prodding my wife and my friend's wife began lessons and have been progressively improving over the past three years. They both seemed to show an interest in going to their lessons regularly and my wife started hanging out at the golf club in our neighbourhood. I thought she was just showing a keen interest in the game. She's very much a perfectionist and when she takes something on, she'll make the pursuit of excellence a goal.
One day I came home early from work and my wife wasn't home. I had some time on my hands and it was such a glorious day I thought i'd go to the range and hit a bucket of balls to unwind.
The driving range happens to be at the club my wife liked. After tossing a few clubs in my trunk
I headed over there. I had to go into the clubhouse to buy a token for the ball machine so I walked in holding my few clubs. I heard a familiar laugh and turned my head in the direction of the lounge and noticed my wife sitting on a couch between two hunky looking golf instructors.
One was an older white guy, who was somewhat weathered looking with a tanned face and white teeth and the other guy was a strikingly handsome black man with a bald head and perfect features. My wife had a cocktail in her hand and I noticed that whenever the black instructor said something funny, she would laugh and touch his arm. She didn't notice me so I continued up to the counter and paid for my token. When I passed by the lounge area again, with my baseball hat pulled down over my face I saw the white instructor had his hand on her knee and was speaking in an overly animated way. The black instructor had an arm over the back of her side of the couch and I noticed he had leaned in to her more.
I slipped out of the clubhouse dizzy from the thoughts I was thinking. I walked over to the machine, hung a bucket on the little hook under the ball spit and put my token in the machine. With a bucket of 64 balls, I headed over to a practice pad and dumped my ball booty all over the little ball caddy that sat up on the pad. I took out my lob wedge and started warming up. I couldn't concentrate though. Images of my wife sandwiched between two handsome golf instructors kept creeping into my skull. Golf is such a mental game and right now it was making me mental!
I finally calmed down enough to get into a groove with my swing. I was just bending down to pick up my driver when I saw my wife and the two pros walk into the practice area together.
The black instructor had a hand on her shoulder as he escorted her to a private practice pad area reserved for teaching. I stopped hitting and turned to observe the scene. There was my wife wearing the hottest golfing tank top and skirt I had ever seen bent over and assuming the stance to hit. The black pro was now behind her grabbing her at the waist subtly pulling her into his groin.
I started to get pissed off and I thought I'd break up this happy trio pronto so I scooped up my clubs and walked over to them.
"Looks like someone is getting a lot of personal attention here." Boy did that change their expressions in a New York minute. The laughter was gone, the black pro pulled up and away and my wife quickly straightened up and adjusted her skirt. The white pro quickly excused himself to take a call in the pro shop.
With a forced sense of calm my wife finally spoke. "Hey hon, what are you doing here?"
"I was finished with my meeting early and I thought I'd come over and hit a bucket to relax.
I didn't know you had a lesson booked for today."
"I didn't really, I just happened to be here signing up for a ladies' amature tournament and I ran into Bill and Paul who were between lessons. They were just giving me a few tips on my uh, stance," she said quickly covering the bump and grind that I had witnessed from my vantage point."
Bill the black pro spoke confidently. "Your wife is improving by leaps and bounds. I've never seen a more dedicated student. With a few more private lessons, she should be ready for that tournament." As he said this he turned and I could see him winking at her.
I had had enough of this scene and I said calmly, "Alright, well enjoy, I'm heading home to work on something for tomorrow. I'll catch you at the house later."
"Okay honey, nice to see you. See you in about an hour k?"
I threw my shit in the car too angry to see straight. Something was definitely not kosher about what I had seen and I wasn't going to let it go.
I watched my wife like a hawk for two weeks and I saw nothing in her behaviour that would indicate an affair. She even invited me on two separate occasions to go golfing with her. After relaxing a bit, I thought perhaps I had misjudged the situation and that all I witnessed was some innocent flirting between teachers and student.
I had a session booked downtown the following Monday. I was working with a client and looked like an all day event. An ad campaign that looked like a lot of business for me. I told my wife I was going to be home on the lateish side closer to 8 or 9 pm and not to make dinner for me. I headed downtown, parked my car and headed into the studio. After an hour had passed, me and the crew from my agency realized the talent was not coming. With a phone call to confirm, we discovered there was a mix up about the dates. The voice talent was in Vancouver and would not be available until the following week.
The whole day was a washout. We were on the hook for a whole day's worth of studio time and I couldn't deliver the ad on time. We tried scrambling to find someone last minute but it was hopeless. Pissed off, I headed home. I was playing my speech over and over in my head to rehearse what I was going to say to my client when I pulled onto my street. As I neared my house I noticed two cars parked on the street in front of my curb that I didn't recognize. After living on a street and knowing your neighbours, you kind of get a feel for what belongs and what isn't usual for your average day.
I decided to park a few doors down from my house instead of parking in my driveway.
I walked up to my house and silently walked around to the backyard. I quietly stepped up onto the lower part of my deck where I had a partially obstructed view through a bush and a sliding glass door into my living room. There on the couch was my wife and her golf pros on either side of her drinking and laughing and getting a little too familiar with each other. One had a hand on her knee and the other had an arm around her as they drank and exchanged flirtatious glances. She suddenly stood up and walked toward the sliding door. She opened it and stepped out followed by her pros. I quickly ducked down behind a tree and narrowly escaped being seen. Her voice could now be heard as she moved about on the deck. "So this is our backyard. My husband and I had this deck built a few years ago. We always wanted to host big bbq parties so we finally did this."
"It's very nice Lisa, this deck is huge!" said Bill the black golf pro.
"Yes, I really like a big deck, it fills up the backyard and really feels good to stretch out on."
Biill didn't miss a beat and picked up on this innuendo immediately. "So you like a big deck huh? Maybe you'd like to see my big deck sometime? It could actually use some shining up. Maybe you could help me with it?"
My wife nervously laughed, caught the sexual comment and with a flirtatious smile said to both, "why don't I give you guys a tour of the rest of the house?"
All three disappeared into the house and I saw them start to climb the stairs to the upstairs. I couldn't move. My feet felt like they were nailed to the deck. I slowly started to move out from behind my hiding place and around the bottom of the deck stairs. As I neared the sliding glass door which was left partially open, I could hear voices drift downstairs. It seemed they weren't staying upstairs after all. With a quick sigh of relief, I retreated back behind a wooden planter on the side of the glass door where I still had a partially obstructed view into the living room.
"So what do you think of the house?"
The black pro answered quickly. "It's a very nice house you have here but it seems that whenever you're in the room, it's much nicer!"
"Hmmm, well isn't that a very nice thing of you to say!" she said with a wry smile and as she did she touched his arm. "Would you guys like a drink?"
"We'd love one," said the older white pro. My wife went into the kitchen just off the living room. At this point she was right over top of my head. That's where the window was just over the sink and the window was ajar so I could hear everything she said.
"How are beers for you guys?"
"Perfect!" They said in perfect unison.
"I have Coronas!"
"Do you have any limes?" The black pro asked.
"Yes I think I do."
At this point, I peered over the planter and I saw the two pros giving each other knowing glances and high fiving each other. At this point, I naively thought that my wife would never cheat on me. She was just playing the good host with her two instructors. As she brought them their beers, they all sat down on the couch together.
They were drinking their beers and laughing and getting very touchy feely until the white pro said, "so Cheryl, let's see that perfected golf stance of yours."
"Yes, let's see if the lessons are paying off," echoed Bill.
"Ok guys, but I don't have a club with me."
"That's ok, just show us the stance and do a mock swing."
At this point, my wife who is not a drinker at the best of times, got up a little tipsy even after finishing one beer and stood. The other two quickly drew out their hands to catch her. She got up with a swagger and said, "Ok so I put my head down, keep my arms straight, stick my butt out to straighten my back and just take the club back nice and easy like this right?"
"Yes that's it, now swing but keep your head down looking at the imaginary ball." said Paul.
She swung an air swing with an air club and did a mock finish that didn't look too bad from where I was standing but the black pro BIll was the first to take advantage of the situation. "Now hold on Cheryl, try it again, but here let me hold your hips so you keep your lower half steady through the swing." He stood up and got behind her. He grabbed her hips and I saw him slightly pull her into his groin a bit. She actually wiggled her tush for emphasis to flirt and I think she was turned on. The response she got from him was not missed. He actually let out a slight moan and pulled her a little tighter to his crotch as he said, "now bend over a little more and stick your ass out to straighten that back of yours!" Then Paul the other pro leapt to his feet. With her head down, her face was at crotch level as he stood in front of her to put his hands on her shoulders. "Yes and don't move your head this time. Keep your eyes down looking at the ball and don't take your eyes off it." As he said this, he moved forward and actually put his hands around her neck and I swear he was pushing his crotch into her face practically.
She took another swing and this time she over did it and wound up knocking everyone off their feet and onto the floor. All three of them fell all over each other laughing and mock wrestling like a bunch of kids. Then the black pro did something bold. He got on top of her and pinned her arms down while he was sitting on her chest. "Ok Cheryl you're pinned now, Paul, hold her feet down for me."
"Hey Bill, c'mon, stop playing around. I give, let me up."
"No, I'll only let u up if you do a little dance for us. Do you think you'd do that while we sit on the couch and watch you?"
"Ok sure, I'll do it, just let me up."
My wife staggered to her feet and straightened out her skirt. She went to the living room stereo and turned on the tuner. R&B music quickly drifted into the room as she started gyrating across the living room rug in front of her two house guests. She swayed and rocked suggestively as the guys started to get into it. They started shouting encouraging words at her to get her to loosen up. "Nice moves Cheryl, you're a great dancer," Bill said with a smile. "I'll bet you could move better if you lost the skirt," Paul said.
"I'll tell you what, I'll lose the skirt if you guys take off your shirts!"
The two of them looked at each other as if they had hit the jackpot and quickly pulled their tops over their heads.
The black pro had a cut chest with rippling abs and big muscular arms. The white pro was also in excellent shape. She continued to dance suggestively in front of them but now they both stood up and joined her. They were grabbing at her hips and pulling her toward their groins. Gyrating together, they were laughing and getting hot. Bill grabbed her hips pulled her into his groin then locked lips with her. Quickly he reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks through her skirt and squeezed hard. Before she could object, Paul came up behind her and reached around to cup her perfect tits through her golf shirt. She melted quickly into both of them moaning. Her body betrayed any restraint she might have shown had she been able to maintain her married composure.
Bill unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her thighs. She stepped out of them. Paul immediately got down on his knees and started kissing her ass cheeks. She was wearing a hot white thong panty and most of her ass was exposed. My wife has the most delicious heart shaped bum and god if it didn't look like a perfect piece of fruit exposed for her two golf pros to see. Paul became delirious with lust and he started wildly biting her ass cheeks and licking closer and closer to her ass crack. Bill was locking tongues with her and had her shirt open. He deftly moved his hand inside her bra and was massaging her right breast. Her knees began to buckle as his fingers found her nipple. He pulled her bra strap down off her shoulder and revealed the breast. He bent down and hungrily took her nipple into his mouth. He started sucking like a starving man.
Paul meanwhile was at a fevered pitch eating her ass. He pulled her thong aside and started wildly tonguing her asshole. He started moaning. "Damn Cheryl, you have the tastiest sweetest tasting ass I've ever had! I can't get enough of it." She totally buckled from having two mouths on her. I could see her melt into them. She continued to melt downward toward the floor until she was on her knees. Suddenly a wild look of lust filled her face and she reached out to Bill's crotch and pulled him toward her. SHe frantically pulled his zipper down and pulled his pants off. He was wearing a very small brief but the bulge in his underpants was massive even from the distance I was at.
She gasped when she saw the size of his package and reached out and rubbed it with her palm. She looked up into his eyes and cooed, "Damn Bill, it looks like you have a massive weapon in your underwear. I think you could do some damage to me with this."
"Baby, you haven't seen nothin' yet."
With that, she licked her lips and peeled his underwear down and out sprang a huge 12 inch black monster! Like an uncoiling snake it jutted out proudly. She let out a loud, "Oooh, I can't wait to suck on that beautiful penis!"
"Why wait baby, go for it!"
She then went to town on his dick, sucking on it and slurping all over it like she hadn't seen a cock in years. She pulled and milked the mighty dick like she was looking for a treat. While she was doing this Paul was behind her playing with her ass. He had taken off his clothes and he was pulling on his cock while reaching underneath to play with her pussy. She started moaning loudly now. With some encouragement she lifted her hips up and he guided his cock into her sopping wet snatch. As soon as that dick hit home, she went wild sucking on Bill. She started pulling and moaning, cupping his balls, licking under his shaft and begging for his cum.
I guess he couldn't stand the sexual onslaught and Bill pulled out of her mouth and shouted with urgency,"Fuck baby I'm going to blast your pretty face with my big load! Open up and stick out your tongue!"
She dutifully sat back on her haunches and stuck her tongue out moaning and pleading, "give it to me, give me your hot seed. I want to eat it. Shoot it down my throat and make me swallow your load!"
"Here...it.....comes...bitch!"
With that I watched as his cum skyrocketed out of the end of his monster shaft and spray her unsuspecting mouth.
The first jet hit the back of her throat and made her gag. The second and third jets of semen coated her face and eyes blinding her slightly. She adjusted and swallowed and stuck her tongue out again in time to catch the next three shots that landed perfectly on her tongue. His orgasm finally subsided and he was as proud as a peacock as he said to her, "now swallow it all down bitch. Show me that you're my black owned white bitch now."
She nodded and closed her mouth and made a bit of effort to get it down. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to show him what a good girl she was. "Good girl, now let Paul fuck you good then I'll take a turn."
"Yes baby, whatever you say."
Paul redoubled his efforts as he pumped her from behind. He was pulling her hips hard into his groin and was banging away at her like he was in a race to an invisible finish line. All too quickly he shouted, "Fuck I'm going to cum already." He pulled his cock out and shot all over her lower back.
He collapsed on the floor while wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Bill didn't waste any time. He was stroking his cock to another proud erection while watching Paul. When Paul was done, he jumped up semi hard and proclaimed her pussy for himself. He got her back on all fours and before she could object, he plunged most of his ebony shaft up inside her. She let out a huge howl and after a few moments of adjusting to the size, she started to rock back against the onslaught. "Give me your huge dick baby! I need a pounding. I've been a bad girl and I need a real man's cock to take me. Make me your white whore. My husband can never satisfy me with his small dick. From now on you and Paul can have my pussy and ass any time you want."
"I'm glad to hear you say that baby, because that was always going to be the plan. Speaking of your ass, hold still while I introduce your anus to my long thick pole."
"No, I don't think I could take it up there baby, I need time to get used to it."
Bill cut her off: "Hell no baby, shut up and take my big black dick up your ass!"
He spit on his cock, and with one quick move he started pushing the head into her butt hole. He pushed past her balloon knot and continued shawshanking his way into her rectum.
"Awww, it hurts baby."
"Shut up, take it you fucking whore!"
I spent the next 2 hours frozen at the base of my cedar deck watching in absolute astonishment at a woman who used to resemble my wife taking two dicks in her mouth, ass and pussy. I couldn't move. I was repulsed but turned on at the same time. My wife was a cheating cock whore now and I knew I had lost her forever to these two well endowed golf pros.
After each had cum multiple times several hours later, she cried out, "Shit we better pack up fast my husband is due home very soon. But you boys can cum and fuck me any time you want. I don't think I could ever go back to his cock. I'll need you at least a few times a week so you boys better make yourselves available."
"Oh don't worry, we will," they both said in unison.
I turned and dove behind a planter with legs that had fallen asleep. I almost collided with a railing in the process.
I quietly made my way along the side of the house and out into the street to get to my car before they left my house. I waited patiently for them to leave. When they finally hit the street and got into their cars I waited a few minutes before pulling into my driveway. I opened the door loudly to announce that I had returned home.
"Hi honey I'm home. Are you here?"
"Yes dear, I'm just out sunning myself on the deck."
I had to hand it to her. In a few short minutes, she had changed into a bikini and was lying on a deck chair with a drink in her hand looking very casual.
"Hey baby, so what were you up to today?"
"Oh a little of this and a little of that. Did some laundry, tidied up the upstairs and now I'm just relaxing."
"Ok, I'm going to change and join you."
"Alright dear."
As I bent down to kiss her I noticed the huge wet spot on her bikini bottom. The cum was literally leaking out of her. I pretended not to notice. I turned and went upstairs.
I had two choices. I could leave her knowing she had cheated on me and would continue to be unfaithful or I could accept my fate and try and live vicariously through her sexual escapades. I had to admit I did find it a turn on watching my wife being turned into a cock whore by two powerfully built men.
I think I'll sleep on it...
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In all that time I have often asked my wife to take up the game so I could play with her, after all, golfing is something I could see doing throughout my retirement years. My best friend and I had been golfing together for several years and he also had a desire for his wife to take up the game. After much prodding my wife and my friend's wife began lessons and have been progressively improving over the past three years. They both seemed to show an interest in going to their lessons regularly and my wife started hanging out at the golf club in our neighbourhood. I thought she was just showing a keen interest in the game. She's very much a perfectionist and when she takes something on, she'll make the pursuit of excellence a goal.
One day I came home early from work and my wife wasn't home. I had some time on my hands and it was such a glorious day I thought i'd go to the range and hit a bucket of balls to unwind.
The driving range happens to be at the club my wife liked. After tossing a few clubs in my trunk
I headed over there. I had to go into the clubhouse to buy a token for the ball machine so I walked in holding my few clubs. I heard a familiar laugh and turned my head in the direction of the lounge and noticed my wife sitting on a couch between two hunky looking golf instructors.
One was an older white guy, who was somewhat weathered looking with a tanned face and white teeth and the other guy was a strikingly handsome black man with a bald head and perfect features. My wife had a cocktail in her hand and I noticed that whenever the black instructor said something funny, she would laugh and touch his arm. She didn't notice me so I continued up to the counter and paid for my token. When I passed by the lounge area again, with my baseball hat pulled down over my face I saw the white instructor had his hand on her knee and was speaking in an overly animated way. The black instructor had an arm over the back of her side of the couch and I noticed he had leaned in to her more.
I slipped out of the clubhouse dizzy from the thoughts I was thinking. I walked over to the machine, hung a bucket on the little hook under the ball spit and put my token in the machine. With a bucket of 64 balls, I headed over to a practice pad and dumped my ball booty all over the little ball caddy that sat up on the pad. I took out my lob wedge and started warming up. I couldn't concentrate though. Images of my wife sandwiched between two handsome golf instructors kept creeping into my skull. Golf is such a mental game and right now it was making me mental!
I finally calmed down enough to get into a groove with my swing. I was just bending down to pick up my driver when I saw my wife and the two pros walk into the practice area together.
The black instructor had a hand on her shoulder as he escorted her to a private practice pad area reserved for teaching. I stopped hitting and turned to observe the scene. There was my wife wearing the hottest golfing tank top and skirt I had ever seen bent over and assuming the stance to hit. The black pro was now behind her grabbing her at the waist subtly pulling her into his groin.
I started to get pissed off and I thought I'd break up this happy trio pronto so I scooped up my clubs and walked over to them.
"Looks like someone is getting a lot of personal attention here." Boy did that change their expressions in a New York minute. The laughter was gone, the black pro pulled up and away and my wife quickly straightened up and adjusted her skirt. The white pro quickly excused himself to take a call in the pro shop.
With a forced sense of calm my wife finally spoke. "Hey hon, what are you doing here?"
"I was finished with my meeting early and I thought I'd come over and hit a bucket to relax.
I didn't know you had a lesson booked for today."
"I didn't really, I just happened to be here signing up for a ladies' amature tournament and I ran into Bill and Paul who were between lessons. They were just giving me a few tips on my uh, stance," she said quickly covering the bump and grind that I had witnessed from my vantage point."
Bill the black pro spoke confidently. "Your wife is improving by leaps and bounds. I've never seen a more dedicated student. With a few more private lessons, she should be ready for that tournament." As he said this he turned and I could see him winking at her.
I had had enough of this scene and I said calmly, "Alright, well enjoy, I'm heading home to work on something for tomorrow. I'll catch you at the house later."
"Okay honey, nice to see you. See you in about an hour k?"
I threw my shit in the car too angry to see straight. Something was definitely not kosher about what I had seen and I wasn't going to let it go.
I watched my wife like a hawk for two weeks and I saw nothing in her behaviour that would indicate an affair. She even invited me on two separate occasions to go golfing with her. After relaxing a bit, I thought perhaps I had misjudged the situation and that all I witnessed was some innocent flirting between teachers and student.
I had a session booked downtown the following Monday. I was working with a client and looked like an all day event. An ad campaign that looked like a lot of business for me. I told my wife I was going to be home on the lateish side closer to 8 or 9 pm and not to make dinner for me. I headed downtown, parked my car and headed into the studio. After an hour had passed, me and the crew from my agency realized the talent was not coming. With a phone call to confirm, we discovered there was a mix up about the dates. The voice talent was in Vancouver and would not be available until the following week.
The whole day was a washout. We were on the hook for a whole day's worth of studio time and I couldn't deliver the ad on time. We tried scrambling to find someone last minute but it was hopeless. Pissed off, I headed home. I was playing my speech over and over in my head to rehearse what I was going to say to my client when I pulled onto my street. As I neared my house I noticed two cars parked on the street in front of my curb that I didn't recognize. After living on a street and knowing your neighbours, you kind of get a feel for what belongs and what isn't usual for your average day.
I decided to park a few doors down from my house instead of parking in my driveway.
I walked up to my house and silently walked around to the backyard. I quietly stepped up onto the lower part of my deck where I had a partially obstructed view through a bush and a sliding glass door into my living room. There on the couch was my wife and her golf pros on either side of her drinking and laughing and getting a little too familiar with each other. One had a hand on her knee and the other had an arm around her as they drank and exchanged flirtatious glances. She suddenly stood up and walked toward the sliding door. She opened it and stepped out followed by her pros. I quickly ducked down behind a tree and narrowly escaped being seen. Her voice could now be heard as she moved about on the deck. "So this is our backyard. My husband and I had this deck built a few years ago. We always wanted to host big bbq parties so we finally did this."
"It's very nice Lisa, this deck is huge!" said Bill the black golf pro.
"Yes, I really like a big deck, it fills up the backyard and really feels good to stretch out on."
Biill didn't miss a beat and picked up on this innuendo immediately. "So you like a big deck huh? Maybe you'd like to see my big deck sometime? It could actually use some shining up. Maybe you could help me with it?"
My wife nervously laughed, caught the sexual comment and with a flirtatious smile said to both, "why don't I give you guys a tour of the rest of the house?"
All three disappeared into the house and I saw them start to climb the stairs to the upstairs. I couldn't move. My feet felt like they were nailed to the deck. I slowly started to move out from behind my hiding place and around the bottom of the deck stairs. As I neared the sliding glass door which was left partially open, I could hear voices drift downstairs. It seemed they weren't staying upstairs after all. With a quick sigh of relief, I retreated back behind a wooden planter on the side of the glass door where I still had a partially obstructed view into the living room.
"So what do you think of the house?"
The black pro answered quickly. "It's a very nice house you have here but it seems that whenever you're in the room, it's much nicer!"
"Hmmm, well isn't that a very nice thing of you to say!" she said with a wry smile and as she did she touched his arm. "Would you guys like a drink?"
"We'd love one," said the older white pro. My wife went into the kitchen just off the living room. At this point she was right over top of my head. That's where the window was just over the sink and the window was ajar so I could hear everything she said.
"How are beers for you guys?"
"Perfect!" They said in perfect unison.
"I have Coronas!"
"Do you have any limes?" The black pro asked.
"Yes I think I do."
At this point, I peered over the planter and I saw the two pros giving each other knowing glances and high fiving each other. At this point, I naively thought that my wife would never cheat on me. She was just playing the good host with her two instructors. As she brought them their beers, they all sat down on the couch together.
They were drinking their beers and laughing and getting very touchy feely until the white pro said, "so Cheryl, let's see that perfected golf stance of yours."
"Yes, let's see if the lessons are paying off," echoed Bill.
"Ok guys, but I don't have a club with me."
"That's ok, just show us the stance and do a mock swing."
At this point, my wife who is not a drinker at the best of times, got up a little tipsy even after finishing one beer and stood. The other two quickly drew out their hands to catch her. She got up with a swagger and said, "Ok so I put my head down, keep my arms straight, stick my butt out to straighten my back and just take the club back nice and easy like this right?"
"Yes that's it, now swing but keep your head down looking at the imaginary ball." said Paul.
She swung an air swing with an air club and did a mock finish that didn't look too bad from where I was standing but the black pro BIll was the first to take advantage of the situation. "Now hold on Cheryl, try it again, but here let me hold your hips so you keep your lower half steady through the swing." He stood up and got behind her. He grabbed her hips and I saw him slightly pull her into his groin a bit. She actually wiggled her tush for emphasis to flirt and I think she was turned on. The response she got from him was not missed. He actually let out a slight moan and pulled her a little tighter to his crotch as he said, "now bend over a little more and stick your ass out to straighten that back of yours!" Then Paul the other pro leapt to his feet. With her head down, her face was at crotch level as he stood in front of her to put his hands on her shoulders. "Yes and don't move your head this time. Keep your eyes down looking at the ball and don't take your eyes off it." As he said this, he moved forward and actually put his hands around her neck and I swear he was pushing his crotch into her face practically.
She took another swing and this time she over did it and wound up knocking everyone off their feet and onto the floor. All three of them fell all over each other laughing and mock wrestling like a bunch of kids. Then the black pro did something bold. He got on top of her and pinned her arms down while he was sitting on her chest. "Ok Cheryl you're pinned now, Paul, hold her feet down for me."
"Hey Bill, c'mon, stop playing around. I give, let me up."
"No, I'll only let u up if you do a little dance for us. Do you think you'd do that while we sit on the couch and watch you?"
"Ok sure, I'll do it, just let me up."
My wife staggered to her feet and straightened out her skirt. She went to the living room stereo and turned on the tuner. R&B music quickly drifted into the room as she started gyrating across the living room rug in front of her two house guests. She swayed and rocked suggestively as the guys started to get into it. They started shouting encouraging words at her to get her to loosen up. "Nice moves Cheryl, you're a great dancer," Bill said with a smile. "I'll bet you could move better if you lost the skirt," Paul said.
"I'll tell you what, I'll lose the skirt if you guys take off your shirts!"
The two of them looked at each other as if they had hit the jackpot and quickly pulled their tops over their heads.
The black pro had a cut chest with rippling abs and big muscular arms. The white pro was also in excellent shape. She continued to dance suggestively in front of them but now they both stood up and joined her. They were grabbing at her hips and pulling her toward their groins. Gyrating together, they were laughing and getting hot. Bill grabbed her hips pulled her into his groin then locked lips with her. Quickly he reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks through her skirt and squeezed hard. Before she could object, Paul came up behind her and reached around to cup her perfect tits through her golf shirt. She melted quickly into both of them moaning. Her body betrayed any restraint she might have shown had she been able to maintain her married composure.
Bill unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her thighs. She stepped out of them. Paul immediately got down on his knees and started kissing her ass cheeks. She was wearing a hot white thong panty and most of her ass was exposed. My wife has the most delicious heart shaped bum and god if it didn't look like a perfect piece of fruit exposed for her two golf pros to see. Paul became delirious with lust and he started wildly biting her ass cheeks and licking closer and closer to her ass crack. Bill was locking tongues with her and had her shirt open. He deftly moved his hand inside her bra and was massaging her right breast. Her knees began to buckle as his fingers found her nipple. He pulled her bra strap down off her shoulder and revealed the breast. He bent down and hungrily took her nipple into his mouth. He started sucking like a starving man.
Paul meanwhile was at a fevered pitch eating her ass. He pulled her thong aside and started wildly tonguing her asshole. He started moaning. "Damn Cheryl, you have the tastiest sweetest tasting ass I've ever had! I can't get enough of it." She totally buckled from having two mouths on her. I could see her melt into them. She continued to melt downward toward the floor until she was on her knees. Suddenly a wild look of lust filled her face and she reached out to Bill's crotch and pulled him toward her. SHe frantically pulled his zipper down and pulled his pants off. He was wearing a very small brief but the bulge in his underpants was massive even from the distance I was at.
She gasped when she saw the size of his package and reached out and rubbed it with her palm. She looked up into his eyes and cooed, "Damn Bill, it looks like you have a massive weapon in your underwear. I think you could do some damage to me with this."
"Baby, you haven't seen nothin' yet."
With that, she licked her lips and peeled his underwear down and out sprang a huge 12 inch black monster! Like an uncoiling snake it jutted out proudly. She let out a loud, "Oooh, I can't wait to suck on that beautiful penis!"
"Why wait baby, go for it!"
She then went to town on his dick, sucking on it and slurping all over it like she hadn't seen a cock in years. She pulled and milked the mighty dick like she was looking for a treat. While she was doing this Paul was behind her playing with her ass. He had taken off his clothes and he was pulling on his cock while reaching underneath to play with her pussy. She started moaning loudly now. With some encouragement she lifted her hips up and he guided his cock into her sopping wet snatch. As soon as that dick hit home, she went wild sucking on Bill. She started pulling and moaning, cupping his balls, licking under his shaft and begging for his cum.
I guess he couldn't stand the sexual onslaught and Bill pulled out of her mouth and shouted with urgency,"Fuck baby I'm going to blast your pretty face with my big load! Open up and stick out your tongue!"
She dutifully sat back on her haunches and stuck her tongue out moaning and pleading, "give it to me, give me your hot seed. I want to eat it. Shoot it down my throat and make me swallow your load!"
"Here...it.....comes...bitch!"
With that I watched as his cum skyrocketed out of the end of his monster shaft and spray her unsuspecting mouth.
The first jet hit the back of her throat and made her gag. The second and third jets of semen coated her face and eyes blinding her slightly. She adjusted and swallowed and stuck her tongue out again in time to catch the next three shots that landed perfectly on her tongue. His orgasm finally subsided and he was as proud as a peacock as he said to her, "now swallow it all down bitch. Show me that you're my black owned white bitch now."
She nodded and closed her mouth and made a bit of effort to get it down. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to show him what a good girl she was. "Good girl, now let Paul fuck you good then I'll take a turn."
"Yes baby, whatever you say."
Paul redoubled his efforts as he pumped her from behind. He was pulling her hips hard into his groin and was banging away at her like he was in a race to an invisible finish line. All too quickly he shouted, "Fuck I'm going to cum already." He pulled his cock out and shot all over her lower back.
He collapsed on the floor while wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Bill didn't waste any time. He was stroking his cock to another proud erection while watching Paul. When Paul was done, he jumped up semi hard and proclaimed her pussy for himself. He got her back on all fours and before she could object, he plunged most of his ebony shaft up inside her. She let out a huge howl and after a few moments of adjusting to the size, she started to rock back against the onslaught. "Give me your huge dick baby! I need a pounding. I've been a bad girl and I need a real man's cock to take me. Make me your white whore. My husband can never satisfy me with his small dick. From now on you and Paul can have my pussy and ass any time you want."
"I'm glad to hear you say that baby, because that was always going to be the plan. Speaking of your ass, hold still while I introduce your anus to my long thick pole."
"No, I don't think I could take it up there baby, I need time to get used to it."
Bill cut her off: "Hell no baby, shut up and take my big black dick up your ass!"
He spit on his cock, and with one quick move he started pushing the head into her butt hole. He pushed past her balloon knot and continued shawshanking his way into her rectum.
"Awww, it hurts baby."
"Shut up, take it you fucking whore!"
I spent the next 2 hours frozen at the base of my cedar deck watching in absolute astonishment at a woman who used to resemble my wife taking two dicks in her mouth, ass and pussy. I couldn't move. I was repulsed but turned on at the same time. My wife was a cheating cock whore now and I knew I had lost her forever to these two well endowed golf pros.
After each had cum multiple times several hours later, she cried out, "Shit we better pack up fast my husband is due home very soon. But you boys can cum and fuck me any time you want. I don't think I could ever go back to his cock. I'll need you at least a few times a week so you boys better make yourselves available."
"Oh don't worry, we will," they both said in unison.
I turned and dove behind a planter with legs that had fallen asleep. I almost collided with a railing in the process.
I quietly made my way along the side of the house and out into the street to get to my car before they left my house. I waited patiently for them to leave. When they finally hit the street and got into their cars I waited a few minutes before pulling into my driveway. I opened the door loudly to announce that I had returned home.
"Hi honey I'm home. Are you here?"
"Yes dear, I'm just out sunning myself on the deck."
I had to hand it to her. In a few short minutes, she had changed into a bikini and was lying on a deck chair with a drink in her hand looking very casual.
"Hey baby, so what were you up to today?"
"Oh a little of this and a little of that. Did some laundry, tidied up the upstairs and now I'm just relaxing."
"Ok, I'm going to change and join you."
"Alright dear."
As I bent down to kiss her I noticed the huge wet spot on her bikini bottom. The cum was literally leaking out of her. I pretended not to notice. I turned and went upstairs.
I had two choices. I could leave her knowing she had cheated on me and would continue to be unfaithful or I could accept my fate and try and live vicariously through her sexual escapades. I had to admit I did find it a turn on watching my wife being turned into a cock whore by two powerfully built men.
I think I'll sleep on it...
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