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18th Hole Ch. 03


18th Hole Ch. 03

Over the weeks following her first 18 holes of golf, Jenny ran through a whole gambit of emotions, from feeling smug and satisfied, to feeling like a whore, to loneliness, yearning for Arman. She played the events in her head, especially the incredible experience she shared with this dark man at the 9th hole of the golf course.

She had been fucked like she had never been fucked before and she desperately wanted this man to fuck once again. She realized she gained so much more satisfaction feeling that man’s cock inside her than she did when her husband lapped the cum from the 17 golfers that had fucked her that day.

Her husband had gone back to play golf several times since her adventure, even hinting at them re-enacting their fuck just off the first fairway. All she could think of was re-enacting her adventure with Arman. Arman Tabloo, a strange name, Middle Eastern she supposed, he looked that way and he spoke with a bit of an accent. Perhaps Pakistani, she thought as she toyed with a nipple.

She was about to head to the mall when the phone rang. Checking the caller id, she saw it was her husband and picked it up. “I thought you were playing golf,” she said.

“No, not yet, I don’t tee off for a couple of hours. I was wondering, are you doing anything now?”

“No, I thought about going to the mall.”

“Look, why don’t you come over to the club? We can have lunch together and then I can tee off at the first tee again.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Come on honey, live dangerously.”

“Ah, you want me to live dangerously?”

“Sure come on, try it.”

“Okay,” she replied, “I’ll be there in just a bit.”

She hung up the phone thinking that she’ll show him dangerous. She’ll “do” the first hole with him this time, and then she’ll just have some fun on the rest of the holes. The course was full of golfers wanting to search her bush.

She quickly put on another scant outfit and headed out to the course. When she arrived she noticed her husband with his clubs near the first tee. She waved and trotted over.

“No lunch?” she asked.

“Sorry honey, they moved up my tee time, I guess we’ll just have to skip lunch. Look, you can grab a bit after we “tee off” here,” he said with a sly smile.

“Okay,” she answered, looking around, hoping to see Arman.

She turned back to her husband and watched as he teed up his ball and completed a perfect drive. He took her hand and started walking up the course, turning his head back to his friends, “You go on ahead again, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Taking her hand, he led her to a secluded spot not far from the parking lot. He quickly unfastened his pants and moved to her. Sensing his urgency, she pulled off her pants, leaned back on the ground and spread her legs.

He quickly and unceremoniously shoved his cock into her, hurting her as it pulled against her still dry lips. He was harsh and brutal, driving himself into her almost in anger. She felt his hot breath on her and heard him grow, as he quickly arched his back and came.

“Damn, that was nice,” she said sarcastically.

“You liked last time better?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Well I didn’t. I wanted to feel your pussy without all the fucking cum in it.”

“What are you talking about?” she replied.

“You know, we talk here, all the guys. I heard the most amazing tale, something I would not have believed. Seems last week, at each and every hole some lucky golfer helped some lady look for her golf ball. They soon got a close look at her bush.

“Not being suspicious I didn’t put it together until they described her, what she was wearing. I soon realized that her was you!”

“What… no, that didn’t happen.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m still talking here. I got to thinking about how wet you were, about that strange taste. My god you let me go down on you, to lap up the cum of... of… how many? How many was it you slut?”

“I don’t…”

“TELL ME,” he shouted.

“Seventeen. Seventeen besides you.”

Sitting down on a rock he held his head in his hands. “Seventeen, my god, just what the hell are you?”

“Don’t you talk to me like that, I’m your wife.”

“Wife… wife, that’s a joke. Look, I’ve already fucked you today, I have someone else who is going to fuck you.”

She looked up and saw Arman walk into the clearing. She slowly stood up and said, “Arman?”

“Hello Jenny, it’s nice to see you again.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well Jenny, I didn’t know who you were when I fucked you on the golf course, I didn’t realize you were Harry’s wife.”

“What difference does that make?” she asked.

“You see, I am his lawyer, and I am a damn good lawyer.”

Feeling the world spin from under her, she leaned on a tree to catch her balance. She looked at Arman and noticed he was holding a piece of paper out to her. “What’s that?” she asked.

“You have been served. You see Jenny, if there is one thing I enjoy more than fucking a woman on the golf course, it’s fucking her in the courtroom. Have a nice day,” he said, walking back toward the golf course with Harry.

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