Ann: The Married Years Ch. 04

And there was the evening they stayed in and watched a sexy movie. It wasn't a porno, but it had lots of sexual situations and nudity, and both of the girls ended up sucking their men in that big comfy pit of a couch. But once things got really heated, Jeremy took Dawn to their room, leaving Ann and Neil alone to fuck in the living room.

The only instance that could be remotely considered a group endeavor was a night where they'd come back from an evening out together. The four of them had gone to a rather risqué nightclub, one they'd been told was one of the hottest spots in Miami. It was crowded with what seemed like well over a thousand people, all of them gorgeous, all of them dressed to thrill.

They spent hours on the dance floor, fondling and groping to the thumping music. It wasn't like they were noticed, since most of the other people present were doing the same kinds of things. Yet it was a stimulating, the aura in the entire club brimming with sex. It was such a heady environment it led Dawn to push the envelope, telling Ann they should swap partners. They did that several times, not bothering to stop the erotic foreplay. Ann made sure of it.

She let Jeremy have his way with her, telling him in no uncertain terms that she was horny, and if they were going to dance, it was his job to keep her that way. The loose, skimpy black mini-dress she was wearing flashed lots of skin. It was more of a wrap, and the design seemed to show off her private areas instead of hide them. Especially the way she was gyrating against him, giving him plenty of opportunities to see her tits and bare pussy, even in the darkened room.

It certainly helped embolden him when she unashamedly groped his hard cock through his loose pants the first time they danced together, her other hand toying with his hair. He grabbed her, pulling her against him, snaking his hand between their bodies to fondle one of her breasts. They got so carried away at one point that they actually started kissing, their tongues dancing instead of their bodies for just a moment.

Dawn was undaunted by seeing how her new friend was playing with her new husband. She turned her attentions to Neil, not caring what they were doing; knowing everyone knew there was a line not to be crossed. But that didn't stop any of them from dancing all over it the rest of the night.

Her tight white spandex dress left little to the imagination, as it barely covered her body. The deep, plunging front showed off her massive tits, the sides totally exposed, with only her areolas and nipples covered. The halter design left her back bare, while the lower half showed the bottom of her ass and a hint of her crotch. Like Ann, she made the first move, pulling Neil to her, letting her hand find his hard cock, stroking it through his thin pants as they grooved with the driving beat of the loud music pumping through the club.

In response, his hand quickly drifted to her ass, lifting her dress over her cheeks. He gripped her flesh with his fingers, kneading it. Their mouths met in a long, steamy French kiss. He moaned, the taste of her lips seeming familiar, yet it was so different from what he remembered. Not that it mattered. Not with the way she was moving her hand along his shaft.

Back and forth the couples went, trading partners. Every half-hour they'd switch, stopping occasionally for a drink, the buzz from the alcohol keeping them all loose. But they'd return to the floor, resuming the provocative prelude to whatever was going to happen when the decided to finally leave.

The cab ride back to the condo was also intoxicating. Unlike the ride there when they crammed into the back sitting four across, the guys sat down, and the girls sat sideways on their laps, making out with their husbands. Neil's hand eventually found Ann's pussy, and he began fingering her, much like the first cab ride they'd taken in Miami with Carlos.

Jeremy was doing the same to Dawn, the two of them really getting into it. Her breathing became short, and she was nearing an orgasm, only to do the unthinkable.

"Switch!" she yelled, taking Jeremy by the wrist to stop him.

"What?" Ann said, knowing she wasn't that far away from a climax of her own.

"You heard me, time to switch."

They started giggling as they tried to maneuver over and around each other. In time, Ann was straddling Jeremy, and Dawn was doing the same over Neil. First the make out session started again, followed by each woman letting their new partner know they expected the same as they were getting before. Obliging, they guys resumed finger-fucking them.

Neil began to wonder if the forbidden zone he and Ann had long established was going to be broached. He wondered what he'd say if she asked if she could fuck Jeremy. He wondered if Dawn would push for it first. And while fucking Dawn was an incredible thought, it wasn't one he wanted to follow through on. Still, he didn't stop kissing her, or finger-fucking her, now with three digits inside that wonderful tight cunt.

The taxi pulled up in front of the condo, the driver excusing himself with a loud clearing of his throat. The girls reluctantly got out, their orgasms put on hold once again. Neil paid for the cab; bracing himself for what he thought might be an uncomfortable exchange, having to tell his wife, and his lover, that he wasn't interested in going that far.

When he turned, Dawn was back in Jeremy's arms, practically dry humping him right there on the sidewalk. Ann was smiling, waiting impatiently for him to finish the financial transaction. With the taxi driving off, the four of them were left in the glow from dim light of the parking area in the wee hours of the morning.

"Are you ready to make me cum," she hissed, strutting over to him.

"You want me to do it?" he asked coyly.

She knew what was on his mind before he ever asked the question, so it didn't surprise her. In fact, she anticipated it. Running her hand over his crotch, she raised an eyebrow. "Well, I want fucked, and since you're the only man I'm ever going to let do that to me, then the answer is 'yes', I want you to do it, baby. Take me inside and fuck me."

He arched an eyebrow of his own, taking her by the hand and walking with her up the sidewalk. But while Jeremy took Dawn inside, presumably to do to her what his wife was pleading him to do, Neil had other ideas. Stopping on the stoop, he pulled her off balance, forcing her into his arms.

Pressing her back against the wall in the covered entryway to the condo, he deftly unzipped his pants. Before she could react, he'd removed his cock and lifted the bottom of her short little party dress, stuffing his thick length into her pussy. She soon found herself nearly naked, the top of her dress pulled off her shoulders, the garment hanging around her waist as he lifted her left knee and held it, pounding into her cunt relentlessly.

They walked into the living room a half-hour later, Neil carrying Ann's dress in his hand like a trophy; Ann staggering behind him, her swollen pussy leaking a huge load of cum. They both stopped in their tracks, seeing Dawn bent over an end table, her huge tits pressed into the top. Jeremy was balls deep into her ass, holding her long hair in his hand like a reign, spanking her ass as he reamed her.

Ann grabbed Neil's cock, still hanging out of his pants, and started pulling him toward the bedroom. "Come on, baby. I think I need cum dripping out of another hole now."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

THWAK

Neil's drive was crisp, boring low into the breeze. Unlike Jeremy's, he had to shape his shot differently, mostly because he stood on the other side of the ball when he addressed it. Instead of the high soaring draw that his partner made, he had to play a low power fade. But the results were the same, his ball landing on the down slope, rolling down the fairway on the dogleg to the right.

Handing his club to Bruce, his caddie, he grinned. "I got all of that one."

"You've been getting all of most of them today," Bruce snickered, commenting on how well he had been driving the ball over the fourteen holes they'd played to that point.

"Nice, Neil," Jeremy nodded as he looked at Sam, who was walking up to the tea, a resigned look in his eyes, knowing what was coming.

He teed up his ball, going through his ridiculously long pre-shot routine. About halfway through, Jeremy shook his head. "Come on, Sam, quit pissing around and hit the ball."

That only had him starting the routine over, which Jeremy expected. But it also had the desired result when he hooked his shot over the trees to the left, the ball landing in the adjacent fairway.

"That's a beaut," he said sarcastically. "Taking the Tiki tour, are ya mate?"

"Yeah, whatever that means," he mumbled, while Neil struggled to hold in his laughter.

Dennis was the last to tee off, and he blocked his shot to the left into the thick woods. He turned to stare at Jeremy, waiting for the unwelcome witticism that was sure to come; one that he likely wouldn't understand.

"Tough break, Denny. Looks like you've gone and hit it in the bush."

"No kidding."

"Don't pack a sad, mate. She'll be right. We'll see you at the green when you get there."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been that way from the beginning. Well, not quite. But it seemed like it to Neil. He and Jeremy had arrived at the country club early, wanting to hit some balls on the range before heading out. To their surprise, they found out that not only was the course very exclusive, it actually featured caddies instead of carts.

That was a new one for Neil. He'd never played with a caddie before, and he found the idea exciting. Jeremy, on the other hand, had actually been a caddie growing up in New Zealand, and that was where his love of the game began. He gave Neil a few tips on what to expect from a person carrying the bag, as well as what to demand.

"If you get a good caddie, you have to use them," he said.

"What do you mean, 'if'," Neil replied.

"It's not always a guarantee the bloke you get knows more than how to carry a bag."

"Well that sucks."

"Gimme a minute and I'll see what I can do," he said as he headed off to the clubhouse. A few minutes later, he returned with Bruce and Eddie, and an idea. "They paired us with a couple of gents from Kansas City, Neil. I think we should take them."

"Take them?"

"Sure. Let's have a little fun with them."

Jeremy's plan was to pretend he and Neil didn't know each other. And, he was going to lay it on thick, using his native roots. He'd been in the country a long time, but having been born in New Zealand and spending the better part of his young life there, those ways were ingrained in him, particularly the language.

"So, we're not supposed to know each other," Neil stated, making sure he had it right.

"I'll go to the other end of the range, and we'll meet on the tee and see if we can get a match with them," he grinned.

"And what's this part about using your... what are you doing?"

"I'm just going to speak like I'm down under. You'd be surprised how using words people don't understand can unnerve them when the pressure is on," he smiled.

So, they split up on the driving range, warming up and getting used to their caddies. A half-hour later they were on the putting green, practicing apart when their playing partners arrived, ready to play. It was a bit odd for Neil that he had to introduce himself to Jeremy, but in truth, he didn't know him all that well.

Then again, he knew him better than most men. After all, he'd seen him naked so many times over the last four days it seemed stranger when he was clothed. That normally would have been enough to unnerve him. But he took it in stride, because he and Ann were having an amazing time with Dawn and Jeremy since they'd arrived late on Sunday.

Now it was Friday, their last day together. The Hunter's would be flying out the next day to head home to Arizona. Neil and Ann would be flying out too, heading to DC before driving home. They'd been together almost every moment since they arrived. Yes, they split up a couple of times to do their own thing, but they found they loved spending time together as couples. They went shopping, and to a movie. They went dining, and obviously dancing. And they went to the nearby beach every day, spending hours laying along the white sandy shore or playing in the surf.

But this was the first time Neil and Jeremy split off, leaving Ann and Dawn to spend the late morning and early afternoon together so they could get in a round of golf. For both of the guys, it was a needed break. They loved their wives, but getting a chance for some male bonding that didn't include nudity suited them both. That and they were getting to spend that time outdoors on a pristine golf course on a brilliant sunny day.

The introductions were made, and Jeremy didn't even have to ask if the friends from Missouri wanted to play for money. They brought it up themselves. He shrugged and said, "Whaddya say, Neil. Wanna give it a go?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Why not?"

They settled on the stakes, and teed off. Neil quickly found it was easier to pull off the notion that he didn't know Jeremy because they were walking. If they'd had to ride in a cart together, the ruse would have been more difficult because they would have had to pretend to get to know each other while riding around the course. Instead, they were able to do it over time, in a less confined environment, making the scenario a lot more believable.

He wasn't sure why Jeremy wanted to split up, as it were. After all, they hadn't ever played together before, so he didn't know what kind of player he was. And since they were playing best ball, they were playing their own round. Any advantage they had would be from having a familiarity with each other, and the fact that they were new friends that had never played together limited that.

Then again the rational of being from different parts of the country, and being born in different hemispheres did seem to give their opponents a false confidence. It was apparent early on that the two of them knew each other well and had played a lot of golf together, not just from the camaraderie they shared, but in the way they competed. They were decent golfers, but they were also taking the match just a little too seriously.

Jeremy had given Neil a piece of advice before they started warming up on the range, and that was to trust Bruce. He and Eddie were experienced loopers, and having them get a chance to see their game on the practice tee before they started would be the best advantage they had. But they both had to trust in their caddies.

Neil was standing next to Jeremy on the first fairway, waiting on Dennis to hit his approach shot out of the left hand rough.

"God, it's no wonder the pros play so well," he whispered as he looked down at the plush grass beneath his feet. "These fairways are nicer than most of the greens I've ever played on."

Jeremy chuckled, more about Dennis pulling his ball into a sand trap than what he had said. But he agreed. The course was immaculate.

With his turn being next, he looked to Bruce. "How far to the pin?"

First glancing at a little book in his hand, and then some yardage markers for reference, Bruce stated confidently, "It's 148."

"Okay, I'll take my 8-iron please," he said, holding out his hand.

"How far do you normally hit it?"

"Right on 150 yards."

Pulling out the 7-iron, he handed it to Neil. "You'll want this then."

"I just told you I hit the eight 150," he blinked, thinking that would be too much and he'd overshoot the green.

Cocking his eyebrow, he smirked and said, "Don't take anything off your swing. You'll thank me later."

Taking the club, he hit it perfectly, the flush contact sounding like music to his ears. The shot soared, curving slightly right with his natural fade, the ball landing the normal distance he usually hit that club, some 165 yards away. Then to his surprise the ball spun back toward the pin, stopping within fifteen feet.

"Oh my God! I've never spun a ball like that before!" he exclaimed honestly.

Taking the club and cleaning the face, Bruce smiled. "You're welcome."

"Yeah. Thanks! How... how did you know?"

"You have a bit of a shallow swing. And you said it yourself, nice fairways. They make a difference."

Deciding then and there to fully trust Bruce, Neil was having one of the best rounds of his life. As he and Jeremy stood on the fourteenth fairway, waiting for Dennis and Sam, and their caddies to find the errant tee shots they'd hit, they had a moment alone of sorts.

"Do you think they'll press?" he asked, knowing the match was pretty much won and wondering if their opponents would make another wager on the rest of the holes to try and recoup some of their losses.

Jeremy grinned and said, "Not if they're smart. You're playing marvelous."

"So are you, although I've never heard it said quite like that."

He slapped him on the back and laughed. "That wasn't a saying from New Zealand, Neil. That was just me."

"Well I have to admit, you were right. They don't seem to care for the way you talk."

"Like I said, when people feel pressure, they react funny to things they view as different. Me being one of them."

"Well, you are really laying on the accent."

"This is actually how I used to sound. I've lost some of it from living in the States so long. It's fun reminding myself where I'm from like this."

"Do you miss home?"

"Some. I miss the rellies."

"The rellies?"

"My family. You know... the grandparents. Aunts, uncles, cousins. But this is home now. If the parents didn't move to the States, I don't meet Dawn. Hard to think I got the bad end of some deal when I get to go home to her every day."

"I can't argue with that."

"Besides, almost everyone moves from home at some point. Doesn't matter how far you go; if it's across a country, or around the world. It only matters if you lose touch with the people you love."

He didn't have to tell Neil that. It was something he'd learned just by being married to Ann. No one got that better than she did. In fact, one of the things he found so amazing was that even though he'd married and moved with her to West Virginia, he'd never felt closer to his own parents.

Jeremy caught him daydreaming for just a moment, and laughed. "Thinking of Anna, aren't you."

"Yeah," he smiled widely.

"Bet you can't wait to get back to her and give your ferret a run."

"Give my... what?" he chuckled, shaking his head at yet another odd phrase.

"I'll let you figure that one out on your own, mate!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The cab ride back to the condo was a celebratory one, the two fast friends each a hundred dollars richer. Well, not exactly that. But they at least broke even, the round costing a less than they won against their opponents and the cab fare to and from the course. Giving the rest of their winnings to their caddies as a tip, they felt good about playing a memorable round basically for free.

Helping the driver get their clubs out of the 'boot', as Jeremy put it... they carried them up the sidewalk, opening the door to an empty condo.

"Where do you think the girls are?" Neil asked.

"I dunno. My guess would be the beach."

Seeing a note on the table in the kitchenette, he shook his head. "You're right. They went to the beach. But it looks like they went to a different one. Dawn says here that we're supposed to catch a cab and meet them there."

"We have to take a cab?"

"Looks like it."

"Seems like a lot of trouble just to go to the beach when there's one so close."

"I'm sure knowing them, they have their reasons."

"I can only imagine. But we still have to shell out for another cab ride... two actually."