A Long Weekend

Gwen was lying on the warm sand of the South Carolina beach as he watched her. She and her husband Ben had flown into Charleston the night before for a brief respite from the cold of a New England late winter. Their flight had arrived late and they saw virtually nothing of the drive from Charleston down to one of the barrier islands to its south. Ben had overcome the short night and headed off to a golf course. His objective for the weekend was to play one or more rounds of golf each day of their planned long weekend.

Ben was an investment banker who had just completed a major transaction and felt badly in need of a few days R&R as he called it, which to him meant golf. Gwen owned her own successful interior decorating business in Boston. Like her husband, she had just completed a major project and was in need of a bit of R&R. All she wanted was to soak up the warm sun of late winter time South Carolina and catch upon her reading of what she called the 'trade rags' a collection of magazines like Architectural Digest that focused on the housing design business. She had slept in letting Ben breakfast on his own and go off in search of a round of golf not expecting to see him until late in the day.

The beach was a part of the long string of soft sand that defined the South East coast of the United States. Their condo was only a few steps from the beach. Gwen was stretched out on a large beach towel her head propped up and a stack of glitzy design mags alongside her that she was ignoring in favor letting her long, lithe, body soak up the warm afternoon sun.

Gwen was unaware that he was watching her, but had she been it would not have been a great cause for concern. Gwen was a stunning looking woman who was used to being watched by men, and sometimes even women. At five ten she had long fashion model's legs, that stopped at a pair of narrow well-muscled hips followed by a narrow waist. Her breasts were relatively small, not showing in most outfits she wore. Her short blonde hair exposed a long thin neck that finished her tall profile. Her breasts definitely showed today however as did pretty much all of her body in the one piece swim suit she wore. It was a thin fabric that clung to her body leaving no doubt as to the firm nipples topping her small breasts. When she rolled lay on her hard flat belly he saw that the suit covered little of her back and even less of her hips. It was cut to well above her hip bones, pinching tightly between her legs leaving most of her narrow hips exposed. It was a swim suit a lot of women would not feel comfortable with, but Gwen was very aware of her body and enjoyed dressing to show it off.

He had been watching her from a lawn chair in the shade of the Palmetto trees just up the beach from Gwen. He wasn't a guest at any of the little group of condos behind the beach, but he owned one of them and had been instrumental in the development of the little project as the owner of the underlying real estate. Now he enjoyed relaxing in a chair in the shade behind the beach on a regular basis. He was probably of average height, and weight, in his mid-forties, his thick hair long and combed back to where it was trimmed just at his neck line, the early grey in it matching the grey in his heavy mustache and goatee.

He and his wife lived in an old antebellum plantation mansion a few miles away on the mainland. Money was not an issue for them having inherited the old plantation and more than enough money to maintain the home and lands around it while they leased out the farm lands. The condos they owned at the beach and at a couple of the local upscale golf courses were an investment funded by development of a few choice pieces of the plantation's large land holdings rented on a short term basis via the resort management services provided by the beach condo project and the golf course projects. They owned a lot of nice land and vacation housing, but the management of those assets was done by others.

His wife was engaged in her favorite hobby today; playing golf on one of the local courses. He had no real interest in golf, preferring to sit near the beach reading a book as he watched the tourists sunning themselves. She on the other hand found the beach incredibly boring preferring the challenge of regular rounds of pick up golf with visiting men at one of the clubs they belonged to. She had found that men who came to South Carolina to play golf provided her with a level of competition the women generally available to her did not. They also provided her with an occasional round of extramarital sex just as he found an opportunity from time to time for a fling with someone he met on the beach. Both were aware of the other's dalliances and accepted them as a part of their relationship.

Gwen and Ben were in a second marriage the first marriage for each of them having ended because of their own misconduct. When they had married they made a point of not expecting monogamy. But because of the nature of their respective work each was discrete in his or her affairs.

After watching her for a good deal of time he rose from his chair, straightened sweat stained ball cap with the long brim on his head, and strolled down the beach until he stood near Gwen, saying in his soft southern drawl, "Good afternoon, Mam. Lovely day for the beach isn't it?" All he wore beside the ball cap and a pair of flip flops was an old, faded swim suit which hung from his narrow hips to a casual mid-thigh level. The curly hair on his chest, like that of his head and beard was beginning to go grey, but the body beneath was trim and well exercised.

Gwen looked up, squinting a bit in the bright sun, as she looked at the stranger. She sized him up before responding, deciding he didn't look dangerous and was in fact handsome in a casual 'non-Boston' sort of way. "Yes it is and judging from your tan you must be a regular here."

"Oh yes. I'm Beau. Beau Chatham." He paused pushing his hat back to scratch his head. "I guess I am kind of a regular. My family's been living in this part of South Carolina for at least nine or ten generations. My wife and I own a plantation near here and we own most of these condos which the owner's association keeps rented out for us. Mind if I sit a spell?"

Gwen rose to a sitting position as she said, "Please do. My husband's off at a golf course somewhere. He's an addict for golf. I just come down here for the sun. I'm Gwen, Gwen Cabot."

"Sounds New England," he drawled.

"Boston, at least ten generations also." Her diction was old new England, Brahmin, clipped and tight without the twang of a Southey or a Mainer.

He leaned back on his elbows looking out at the low surf that was rolling on to the beach. "Boston. Burr. That gets cold, or so I've heard. I try to avoid places like that."

"It depends on what you're bred for," she responded. "Your summer heat would be tough for me. When it gets cold I just wear more clothes. When it gets too hot I can only take so much clothing off." She had reclined again with one leg pulled up and bent at the knee.

Beau took his time responding casually scanning her svelte body and the minimal coverage provided by her swim suit. "Yes, yes. Well of course I understand. You couldn't get by dressed like that in a Boston winter. But... well I'm sure your husband must think it a shame that you have to cover up to tolerate Boston. I think I like you better this way."

"My husband likes me even more when I take this suit off. We do have heat in our homes in Boston."

"Oh of course, of course. I didn't mean to be rude. I just thought you should know how much I appreciate your being here on my beach."

"Your beach?"

"Yes. It's a bit technical but beaches are private here in South Carolina unless the government has bought them from the adjoining land owners. I own the land under these condos so I also own the beach, but of course I do make it available to the condo owners and users. Couldn't do the development without that."

"Sounds like the kind of stuff my husband does."

"Oh what's he do?"

"Investment banking."

"Yeah it's similar. Fortunately I don't do it all the time. I just collect our share of the rents and come down here and meet pretty girls on my beach. Once in a while I find another piece of property to develop. Usually it's a piece I already own that I decide has a better use than farming. But that's work."

"And the farming?"

"Oh I don't do that. I saw how it burned my Daddy up years before his time and decided I wasn't going to do that. I just lease our farm lands out to others who have a taste for that kind of work."

"I see. It sounds like a good life. And what do you and these pretty girls do?"

He chuckled. "Oh mostly we just chat until their husband comes along and then usually I go on home or find someone else to chat with."

"Mostly?"

"Well you know. Sometimes we go back to their condo for a drink or to my place here at the beach and then, well you know, we get to know each other better."

"A lot better I would guess."

"Yeah sometimes. I guess it's one of the benefits of owning the beach."

"And what does your wife think of this? Or do you not tell her?"

"Oh yeah. She knows. I think she actually gets a kick out of hearing the details. She certainly doesn't object, but then neither do I."

He paused for a minute before continuing, "By that I mean I don't object to hearing the details of her brief relationships with some of the men she meets at the golf course."

Gwen understood the open relationship he was describing, but she couldn't resist pushing him a bit. "By that you mean their skill with a putter."

He chuckled, "Oh yeah some of those guys are really good with their putter. Know right where to put it and how to use it if you know what I mean."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

He laughed. "Oh no. Laurie, that's my wife's name, seems to like my putter and what I can do with it just fine. I don't let the fact she likes other styles of putting from time to time bother me."

It had been a couple of weeks since Gwen had even thought about sex. Ben had been busy, wrapped up in his latest of a never ending string of deals, and she had likewise been committed to her own project. Their lifestyle was satisfying as professional success often is for people like them, but it demanded a lot of them and left little time for the kind of close, sex oriented, relationship the stranger was describing. Her latest relationship, with a Boston architect had ended a month ago when the two of them decided there was too much risk. His wife, unlike Ben, was not understanding about such extra-marital activities, or at least she said she wasn't, and the architect didn't want to test that warning. So now as Gwen lay listening to this man describing in his slow southern drawl the kind of relaxed open relationship she and Ben thought they had but seemed to be unable to realize given their need for personal professional success she felt a fire begin in her core. Sure why not she thought?

"And she doesn't mind if your putter is put to other uses you find of interest here on the beach?" Gwen asked.

"Not at all," he responded. "I do believe I have my afternoon available and it sounds like you may too. As an interior decorator perhaps you would like to see what we've done with the one condo unit here that we hold back for ourselves."

Gwen looked at him with a smile. "Perhaps you have etchings you want to show me?" Gwen was feeling a strong need for sex suddenly. It always amazed her how she could suddenly get so horny that nothing else mattered.

"Yes. Something like that," he replied. "Why don't you bring your things."

"I would love to," Gwen said sitting up and facing Beau. "Perhaps you could show me your putter too."

"A fine way to spend an afternoon," he responded.

Gwen pulled her beach cover on over her swim suit. It's translucent fabric and the long slit up one side did little more to disguise her figure than the swim suit had but Beau didn't complain and Gwen had picked it because it didn't hide any more of her virtues more than necessary for a loose standard of modesty (the 'well I tried' standard). They walked through the manicured gardens between the Condo units until they got to a stand-alone unit at the Northern end of the project.

"Oh this building looks different," she said. "It's only one unit isn't it?"

"Yes, Laurie and I wanted a little more privacy than just one of the standard units. We kept this one for ourselves. We live in the Plantation house but this gives a place at the beach that we don't rent out."

For the girls Beau picks up at the beach, Gwen thought.

"Care to see the inside?" He placed his hand on her back as he held the door open. The first floor was a great room design with a glass wall facing the beach and sliding glass doors that opened to a patio. The back wall of the room, offset by a counter, was a kitchen with all the usual equipment. Gwen looked it over with her professional interior design eye and thought it well done for what it was, a kitchen to be used from time to time and not to create meals for large groups. The ceiling was two stories high and the glass rose above the doors to the second floor roof line She strolled around the room looking with interest at the furniture, the room's layout, and its furnishings. She knew she had come here to screw this guy but she could never resist evaluating an interior that was new to her. At one end there was open staircase that led to the upper floor and a walkway that defined the level of the second story. One could stand on the walkway and enjoy the view of the ocean or turn and look down at anything going on in the room below.

My this is lovely," she said after spending a minute or two prowling the first floor.

"Would you like to see the upstairs?"

"Is that where the etchings are? she asked.

"Perhaps," he responded reaching for her hand.

Gwen slipped out of her beach coverup leaving her standing in the great room in her revealing swim suit. Taking her hand Beau led her up the stairs. Upstairs she found two bedrooms. Beau led her to the larger of the two which defined the far end of the house. It had mirrored walls on two sides (one concealing a closet and the other entrances to a bath and a small porch which looked out to the North on an expanse of undeveloped land with low palmetto scrub and sand). The wall facing the beach was, like the wall in the Great Room below made of glass with a sliding door leading to a deck running the full width of the room. There was a wall on the inside of the deck providing privacy from the portions of the beach leading back to the project units. She had noticed No Trespassing signs at this the upper end of the development's beach.

The centerpiece of the room was a very large bed.

Gwen looked about taking the design and decorating in and asked Beau, "What no mirrors on the ceiling or mirror ball."

Beau laughed. "No that would be too much Hotel California for my wife's tastes. She doesn't like pink champagne either."

"So your guests from the beach can check out and they can leave."

"Absolutely. I want my guests to enjoy themselves here and then go back to Boston or Ohio or wherever remembering what a good time they had in the house at the end of the project."

"And the etchings?"

"It never seemed necessary to actually have any."

Gwen nodded. "Is there a bath?"

He showed her the access and she excused herself. When she returned she had shed the swim suit leaving her nude. Beau was laying on his back in the middle of the bed his head resting on a pillow. He was also naked and stroking a much larger erection than she had hoped for. She stood where he could see her with her legs spread and her fingers stroking her swollen nipples. "My vacation is looking up," she said.

Beau smiled and responded, "Oh darl'n you're making my day too. Why don't you turn around so I can appreciate all of that beautiful body you are showing me."

Gwen turned slowly until she stopped with her back to him. Her legs still spread she slowly leaned over running her hands down her long legs until she was standing, her hands on the floor, her legs spread, and her shaved pussy gleaming before him.

"Oh my yes," whispered. "My beach does bring me the loveliest creatures."

"Thank you. And how do you propose to enjoy the lovely creature the beach has brought you?"

"By making her very happy. There is nothing I enjoy more than watching a beautiful woman lose all control of herself to the ecstasy of her orgasm and to listen to her cries of passion."

"Then I shall put myself in your hands sir." As she spoke she walked across the room with a slink to her hips that made Beau's cock twitch. She reclined in an arm chair, sliding forward so her hips were on the edge of the seat and a leg was spread over either arm of the chair. The fingers of her hand were softly stroking her sex.

Beau got up and walked across the room dropping to his knees before her. "Just put your hands back behind your head darl'n and let me work." She pulled her hands up and behind her and he slid a single finger into her gleaming cunt. She gasped as he penetrated her. For a long while he simply sat back on his haunches sliding that single nasty finger in and out, twisting it to touch all that he could, and watching in fascination as her face reacted, eyes tightly shut and then springing open in surprise as his finger fucking continued. "Oh yeah. Fuck. That feels so good," she said. "Such a great way to start." She gasped and groaned from time to time as his finger continued to molest her, eventually pulling her hands down without permission to begin twisting and pulling on her nipples.

"Did I say you could do that?"

"Oh. No. Gasp. You didn't. But I need it."

"I know. Say please." He slid a second finger into her cunt.

"Arrrrgh. Fuck. So good. So fucking good... Please."

"Yes."

She redeemed playing with her nipples and he increased the pace and frequency of his finger fucking.

"Oh god this is so good. I've not had any sex, not even masturbation, in weeks."

Beau was still sitting back on his hips watching her face twist in erotic anguish as he tormented her. "That's a terrible way to treat yourself darl'n. Just terrible. Now just lie there and enjoy the first day of your vacation." He rose to his knees and leaned forward using his free hand to spread her pussy lips, following that up with broad strokes of his tongue. He flicked her clit once and she screamed. But after that he was careful not to hit it.

"Now, he said, "use those long arms of yours to pull your knees back and apart. Yes that's it. Oh my you are limber aren't you; spread out before me just like a plate for me to eat. So nasty don't you think?"

She was breathing hard as he continued to finger fuck her and lick her. She could feel a climax building and she wanted it. Oh god how she wanted it, but he was still avoiding her clit and she knew she would need that stimulation to get herself off. She tried to sneak a hand down to use her fingers on her clit but he slapped her hard. "Don't you dare. Not until I tell you it's okay."

"But oh fuck Beau, I need it. Please let me. I need to cum. I'm so close and I need you to finish me."

He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and she screamed. But it wasn't enough to push her over. Beau knew it wouldn't be. He was paying close attention. He knew she was desperate for the ecstasy of her orgasm but he wanted her to want it more so he resumed licking her pussy lips and fucking her with his fingers as he enjoyed her gasping for relief. "My god," he thought. "I do so love holding a beautiful passionate woman on the edge like this."

At some point of his choosing he concluded he had held her off long enough and he lifted his head higher and began sucking on her engorged clit. She tripped into the first spasm of her climax coupled with a scream followed by wave after wave of orgasmic spasm. She held his head in place with her hands, her fingers buried in his long thick hair, until she reached exhaustion and pushed him away. Beau sat back on his haunches again as he watched her gasping in recovery. "God how I love doing this," he told himself again.

"Now fuck me," she said. "Fuck me Beau. I liked that but I need to feel that big dick of yours in my cunt." She swung her long legs over and past him, levered herself out of the chair, and fled to the bed where she lay on her back her legs spread, knees bent, and her gleaming open cunt inviting his penetration. "Oh yes come over here and fuck me Beau. Please Beau."

Within moments Beau was on his knees between Gwen's wide spread legs, his weight resting on his knees and his hands on either side of her chest as his stiff cock pressed for entrance to her needy cunt.

"Oh yes. Yes. That's it. Just press. Just push it in Beau." She arched her back pressing up with the big muscles in the back of her thighs as Beau pushed at her entrance. He felt her cunt muscles give way and the head of his cock slide past the entrance. "Oh fuck yes that's it Beau. My fucking god you're big. Now just ease it in and fill me up."

Beau was looking down at her face as he slowly drove his cock into her cunt. "Am I hurting you," he asked.

"No, Yes. No. Yes, but it's so fucking good. Just keep it up. Don't stop."

When he was fully in her he lowered himself to his forearms, the hairs on his chest stroking her hard little nipples as they moved. They soon established a rhythm with his cock driving in and her hips thrusting up to meet him each time, followed by a slow withdrawal by each.

Beau had staying power and she had just enjoyed a massive climax so they lasted.

"Beau, I want to ride you. Roll onto your back." He pulled out and rolled to his back. There was ample room on the big bed. Gwen swung a leg over his hips facing him and lined herself up over his stiff cock. This time it slid in easily filling her completely when she let herself become fully seated. For the next ten or fifteen minutes she rode him, lifting her hips off his and then dropping them back down to drive his cock home again and again. Beau simply laid back with his hands behind his head and watched her face grimace and contort in sexual agony as she rode him. She came twice more before Beau was reaching his limit.

I'm gonna cum darl'n. Do I need to pull out."

"No Beau. Just let yourself go. I want to feel your cock fill me with your hot nasty sperm." He grunted and she felt his prick flood her cunt with his hot ejaculate.

They declared a break and adjourned to the great room for a glass of rose he had chilled earlier. After half an hour of sitting on the sheltered upper deck enjoying the rose and watching the waves slowly arrive at the beach they went back to bed, finishing by four o'clock after fucking in just every position either of them knew.

It was nearing 4:30 when Gwen said, "I love your beach Beau but I think I had better get back down to our unit so I am there when my husband gets home from his golf."

"By all means my dear," he responded. "Shall I look for you on my beach tomorrow or will you be golfing with your husband?"

Gwen laughed. "I never go near a set of golf clubs and my husband is fine with that. Unlike me he came down here for the golf, so he'll undoubtedly be golfing tomorrow." Dressed in her skimpy bathing suit and the less than effective cover up she looked back at Beau saying, "Why yes Mr. Chatham I would love to share your beach tomorrow." Then she stepped out the door and walked back to her condo unit.

* * * *

At about the same time as Gwen left the beach with Beau Ben was just putting out on the ninth hole at the Chatham River Country Club course. The course was about ten miles away from their condo unit and set in low country with fairways defined by the remnants of an old Southern Pine plantation which had been harvested to define a series of tight fairways. It was a tough little course he thought, although he had to admit he had been more than a little distracted by his playing partner.

The course manager had found him a partner to play with, a very attractive woman who introduced herself as Laurie Chatham. She was tall and relatively buxom, far more so than Ben's wife Gwen. While Ben's wife was a stunning tall blonde who could wrap her long limber arms and legs into always amazing configurations as they had sex, Laurie was broader through the hips, her waist, and her breasts, the kind of woman Ben thought as he looked at her who would give a man something to hang on to as they were fucking. Not that sex with his always creative and nasty minded wife wasn't great. It was just that Ben was a man who appreciated variety and was always anxious to imagine it when he looked at an attractive woman. As she led the way to their waiting golf cart Ben couldn't keep his mind from fixating on her broad hips and imagining hanging on to them as he fucked her from behind. When she sat on the edge of the seat and leaned over to tie her shoe laces Ben got a nice view down the front of her low cut sweater at her ample cleavage.

God my mind is in the gutter he thought. I guess that's what five or six weeks of obsessively working on one major acquisition will do to you. He hadn't even thought of sex much less bedded his wife or his always willing secretary during the period. Now he was realizing how much he had missed an important part of his life. Yes the commission from the deal was going to be nice, but work based abstinence was a high price to pay. "Well you're not going to bed this woman this afternoon but you might as well enjoy the scenery she provides," he told himself.

Before they teed off she pulled her long dark hair back and tied it in a knot behind her head. "Shall we play the men's tees?" she asked as she stepped up to the tee box.

"Be my guest," Ben responded, thinking this woman must have quite a game or quite an ego.

Then she drove her opening tee shot a clean 260 yards with just the right amount of draw on it to accommodate the slight dogleg left of hole number one. Prior to Laurie hitting her tee shot Ben had been fixated on her stunning appearance: long muscular legs, a firm round ass, and her ample bust. Ben's tee shot was thirty years short of Laurie's and tucked tightly against the tree line on the inside of the dog leg, giving him a difficult approach shot on this opening par four. As they drove away from the tee box (with Laurie behind the wheel) he was thinking about how he was going to put enough draw on his second shot to get around the tree line, but he was also noticing the delightful bounce of Laurie's big breasts as they drove down the fairway. They were distracting. A delightful distraction.

His second shot was a good one given his lie in the Bermuda rough and the need to draw it along the tree line but he still wound up in the sand trap on the right side of the green. Laurie's second shot was a tall 140 yard approach shot with a perfect light fade that left her lying five feet below the pin. She put in a straight put for her birdie. Ben's exit from the sand left him with two puts for a bogey.

As they got in the cart to move to the next tee Ben said, "You're off to a good start. I'm glad were not putting money on this round."

"Oh I never bet money on my golf game," Laurie responded. "There are ever so much more interesting stakes than just money."

As they drove to the next tee box she gave him much of the same background about her and her husband Beau's Carolina lifestyle that Beau had given Gwynn, but leaving out the part about their open marriage. Unlike Beau she spoke with the plain vanilla West Coast version of English common to the five o'clock news. Her voice was low and the combination of her tone and her buxom look were erotic to Ben. Damn, I'm horny he thought. I spent way too much time away from my wife and my secretary on the last project. Money's nice but it isn't everything.

The next hole was a par three with a lengthy carry across a small pond fronting the green. Ben wasn't thinking about his approach to the green whatsoever as he watched Laurie line up her tee shot and then stand before the ball with a delicious waggle of her butt as she got ready to hit. Her swing looked perfect to Ben (mostly because he was focusing first on her ass and then on her breasts as she turned towards him at the end of the swing) but it was not quite perfect. She was just a bit fat. It looked like a perfect divot as the scalp of grass sailed away from her, but it was fat, intentionally so, and it dropped into the water a few feet short of the green. She reached in her pocket and teed up another ball, seeming to an increasingly optimistic Ben to be taking an undue amount of time bending forward. God her ass looks good he was thinking. Her second shot landed just like her approach on first hole, five feet below the hole followed by one hop forward and enough back spin to bring almost back to where it had hit, leaving her on the green and lying three.

Ben was so distracted by Laurie's ass by this time that he didn't give any thought to his shot whatsoever. It's always better not to overthink a shot and there was no thinking going on in Ben's head whatsoever beyond speculation about Laurie's ass and tits. As a result his seven iron hit a towering approach shot that wound up leaving him a kick in put for a birdie. Laurie's put lipped out leaving her with a double bogey that erased her first hole advantage and left Ben a shot in the lead.

When they sat down in the cart for the drive to the next tee she leaned over, her hand on his bare knee and her large breast laying softly against his arm saying, "Sugar you're better than I thought. I think I'm glad I didn't make any bets with you." Ben could feel his long unexercised cock beginning to swell in his shorts. "I would be having to give something up now."

"Give something up?" Ben echoed. "What kind of bets do you make?"

"Oh just a little something to make the round interesting."

"So if we had made a bet what would you be forfeiting now?"

"It depends on the bet." She paused for a moment leaving her hand on his knee and her breast firmly against his arm. Smiling she continued. "I might be having to take my bra off."

"Oh I see."

"It's okay," she said. "I like to play better without it, but I can't get away with that with all those old biddies watching me on the first tee. "Some of these Southern Baptists around here are so starched."

"Well don't look at me to object," Ben said. "I haven't been in a church since Gwen and I got married."

"Oh goody." With that she pulled up the sweater she was wearing enough to allow her to release the catch behind her back, snake the bra out and toss it behind her in the golf cart. The way she did it refrained from fully exposing her breasts but the sweater that remained did little to disguise the size and shape of her breasts nor did it leave any doubt as to the size and erect nature of her nipples. "Oh yes that's so much better," she said as she jumped out of the cart grabbed her driver and strode up to the third tee a long par five.

Ben was stunned and was still sitting in the cart, having watched her breasts wobble all the way to the tee box and then nearly fall out of her sweater as leaned forward to tee up her ball. She stood up and stretched before swinging, sticking her chest out at Ben who was still sitting in the cart. "Oh I'm sorry," she said suddenly pausing. "It's your honor isn't it. You won that last hole."

"Not a problem. Go right ahead. I'm just fine." As he spoke he reached down and not to surreptitiously adjusted his nearly fully erect dick to a more comfortable position in his shorts.

She smiled at him, paused for a moment more as she stared at the realigned lump in his pants, and then went into her waggle before ripping another beautiful drive down the middle of the fairway. Ben was frankly a little oblivious to the path and distance of her shot as he was focused on the shimmy of her tits that appeared to offset her butt waggle and then on the way her firm breasts stood away from her chest as she finished her shot.

"Just magnificent," Ben said as she finished the shot and turned to face him.

"Yeah it was a pretty good shot. Center of the fairway about 240 yards down. You're up."

As Ben was lining up his tee shot she had taken his seat in the cart but instead of watching him she was leaning forward retying a shoe lace, again causing her breasts to threaten to fall out. Ben felt his cock, which was making a large mound in his shorts, twitch and turn over just as she looked up. This time the rule on avoiding swing thoughts was not on his side. He topped it and it trickled down the fairway stopping just short of the women's tee box.

"Oh my," she said looking at Ben. "Tell me Ben, do you folks in Boston play the DO rule for topped tee shots?"

"Yeah, but not in winter. It's too cold."

"Well it's not winter here is it?"

"No not really."

"Lets see it. That was a hell of a shot."

Under any other circumstance he would have loved to expose his erection to this woman. but he was truly embarrassed by his topped tee shot. He walked over to the cart until he was standing directly in front of her.

"May I?" she asked.

Ben nodded his head and she opened his shorts and pushed them down exposing a pair of white jockey shorts well filled with erotically charged flesh. There was a spot of moisture where the head of his cock pressed against the cloth and was leaking precum. She reached down with her hand holding his dick with her fingers and using a thumb to smear the viscous liquid about. "Better and better," she whispered. She pushed the under garment over the head of his erect cock allowing it to spring forward at her.

Regaining some composure Ben asked, "I'm not familiar with your local rules. How long does it have to remain out."

Laurie laughed. "Well usually we require it to remain exposed until you finally get the ball past the women's tee. It's amazing how many shots that can take for some men."

"Sounds like the 'flaunt it if you got it' sub-rule," Ben said.

"Could be," she said. "I never thought of that. You definitely would qualify for that sub rule she said using her hand to stroke the shaft of his cock. But since I own the land this golf course is on I can make a special alternative penalty rule for you. Just this once."

"Oh and what might that be?"

Laurie leaned back and pulled her sweater back over her head fully exposing her big soft tits to Ben for the first time. His dick twitched sharply and obviously. "Here I'll show you. Just stand there for a moment. She leaned forward and wrapped her big tits around his cock. Ben instinctively began flexing his knees to pump his cock up and down in the tunnel between her breasts.

"Oh you've done this before," she said.

"Not on a golf course."

"Kind of fun isn't it." She kept it up for a few moments and then, leaning back said, "We have more holes to play so we better get going. Zip up." She slid past him, dragging her tits against his chest as she did so, and resumed her position in the driver's seat, while Ben worked with no little difficulty to stuff his erection back in his shorts. Meanwhile she had put her sweater back on so they both looked presentable, except for the lump in Ben's shorts and the twin peaks in Laurie's sweater raised by her swollen nipples.

When he reached his errant golf ball Ben couldn't decide whether he was too mortified by his first shot of the hole or too distracted by Laurie's brief titty fuck to focus on his need to hit a good second shot. He set up, waggled and then made the mistake of looking at Laurie who was sitting in the golf cart and holding her big sweater covered tits out to him as she massaged their swollen nipples with her between a thumb and forefinger tip. The sight utterly destroyed his concentration so he simply swung without thought and hit a beautiful three wood straight down the middle of the fairway leaving his ball a good ten yards past Laurie's. She was clapping in applause her liberated tits bouncing with their own approval.

He was driving now and it was quite a ways to their next point where a shot was required. As they drove, Laurie reached across and rubbed his cock through his trousers. "I do love this game," she said. She hit a beautiful fairway wood to within 30 yards of the green. When Ben lined up for his now third shot he looked at Laurie sitting opposite him in the golf cart. She was sitting sideways on the cart seat with her legs loosely spread. The short skirt she wore didn't quite expose her undies but the possibility was the first thing Ben thought of when he looked at her. He stopped stepped away and carefully went through his pre-shot routine again. This time when he was fully lined up Laurie spoke up saying, "Stop. Can I provide a little advice?"

"What?"

"Well, I've noticed that you seem to do better when your mind isn't too focused on your swing."

Yeah no shit, Ben thought.

"So what I think you ought to do is hit this shot with your dick out again. No titty fuck mind you. It's just a question of whether your swing is trained enough to work properly when you are flaunting your erect dick at me."

This was absurd Ben thought. By now she was standing in front of him. "So you think that would help," he asked her.

"Absolutely. Try it."

He shrugged, handed her the club, and dug around in his pants until he had about two thirds of his very erect cock sticking straight out of his unzipped shorts. He had to leave them fastened at the waist to keep them from dropping to his knees as he swung. Then without asking for any more advice, he went through his full shot routine, his exposed dick wagging lewdly, and hit his shot. It was perfect. His ball was lying alongside Laurie's.

"Well done," she said reaching out to stroke his cock before she walked away wiggling her ass at him.

They both chipped on and he one putted for a par. Laurie's put lipped out again so they tied the hole at par.

"See what happens when you expose yourself," she said.

They played the next few holes with the same kind of lewd give and take--erection and tits exposed. Their scores remained essentially even, although Ben was beginning to suspect that she was a much better golfer than he. But if she was manipulating her scoring to remain even didn't matter much to him so long as she kept flaunting her tits at him and occasionally stroking his cock. The eighth hole was another long par five. Ben hit what he considered a very nice tee shot even if it wound up thirty yards behind Laurie. Laurie was already seated in the front of the cart and Ben was standing behind it replacing his driver in his bag when he had a lewd idea. He once again got his engorged dick completely free of his pants so that when he sat down next to Laurie it was sticking straight up in the air.

"Oh my you are getting into this," she said. "It really wasn't necessary, but I like it." She reached over and stroked his dick. "You know your conduct gives me an idea." She raised her hips off the seat and first pulled the hem of her skirt up so it was well clear of her hips. Then she pushed her panties down taking just a moment to untangle them from her feet. "Yes I think we are just about ready for the rest of this hole. Oh wait. Two more thoughts." First she reached across and draped her white panties over the head of his cock. "Don't loose those. I hate explaining to my husband why I have to buy new sets of panties." Finished talking she put one foot up on the dashboard of the golf cart letting her knee fall to the side so Ben could see her gleaming cleanly trimmed pussy. As they drove away she used one hand to lightly stroke it while Ben caressed his cock with her panties.

It was certainly fair to say that neither of them was concentrating on their golf on the eighth hole. Their fairway and approach shots were okay, mostly because those swings work best on automatic. But their putting was abysmal turning two approaches in regulation into double bogies for each. It appears that you really have to look at the break; not just your opponent's genitals.

"Well that was fun," Laurie said as they walked back towards the cart. "But here's the thing. We have to be respectable on the ninth hole. It finishes right in front of the club house. That means clothes and under clothes on and no fondling on approach."

"Oh that's a shame," Ben responded. "I was really beginning to enjoy this round."

Laurie laughed at him as she pulled her panties off his dick and put them back in their proper place and then wriggled back into her bra pulling her sweater back down over it. "Zip it up Butter Cup," she told him.

As they got into the cart she said, "But I have a way to make this up to you. We don't really have to play the back nine."

Ben responded with a look of disappointment, "Oh I was really beginning to enjoy what we were doing."

"Tell me," she asked. "How does your wife feel about infidelity?"

"Hers or mine?"

"Well I had yours in mind for this afternoon. Can you get away with just not telling her?"

"I could, but that would violate our marriage vows."

"Of course. That's what I am proposing."

"No you don't understand. Ours is a second marriage for each of us. Our first marriages failed because... "

"Let me guess. You both cheated a lot."

"Yup. So we promised each other that we would always confess our affairs to the other and we do. It works great for us in bed."

Laurie laughed. "Somehow I'm not surprised after your performance on the front nine."

"But what about your husband?"

"We have more or less the same deal; except for one thing. We are brother and sister, but no one knows that around here. They think I am a cousin from California and cousins marry each other a lot in this country. Our parents separated when we were young and Mom took me to Southern California and Beau stayed here with Dad. When they died and we inherited everything we... well we just got married. Only the county judge knows the truth and he's well taken care of."

"Whoa. That would be a bit different among the Boston Brahmins."

"What's a Brahmin?"

"An old Boston family. They had money three centuries ago and they still have it today. And every aspect of their relationships is carefully recorded in the Presbyterian church records of Massachusetts. My wife is my 12th cousin five times removed. Very culturally acceptable among the Brahmins. Even though it was our second marriage we still had to have it researched in advance."

"Nobody pays much attention around here. I figure at least 10% of South Carolina is named Chatham and they are related one way or another although just how is unclear. There is one county where the court house burned in 1925 and no one knows who their cousins are. They know who their parents are but it gets a little unclear after that."

"Okay so our spouses really won't care what we do this afternoon. Where shall we go?" he asked. "Gwen would feel I was pushing the limits if I brought you back to our condo. And given your prominence I can't just take you to Hilton Head and ask for a room in the Hyatt that's there."

"Not a problem. We have a condo here. As soon as we finish the last hole and drop off our clubs we can go there." Focus on the last hole was none too good for either of them but they looked respectable when they pulled up to the club house (except for the lump in Ben's shorts and Laurie's bulging nipples).

When they walked into the condo Laurie made no effort to show the finer aspects of the interior design and decoration of the condo to Ben nor did Ben show any interest in them. Within moments she was standing with her back against the wall just to the side of the barely closed entry door, her arms thrown about Ben's neck and her tits smashed against his chest as they engaged in the long lustful kiss they had refrained from on the golf course. The kiss went on but their hands had their own ideas. Ben's hands quickly found their way to cupping each of her plump round buttocks and hers became occupied in opening his golfing shorts and exploring to find the cock he had been wagging at her on the golf course. Once in hand she began to stroke it making sure it was as perfect a cock as what she fondled before. Not to be outdone Ben slid his hands down the delightful round firm buttocks he was gripping until he could pull the hem of her short skirt up around her waist and push her panties down off her hips so they fell to her feet.

In their lust they were clumsy but it took only few moments until both were naked, laying face to face on the hardwood floor. The floor was cold but neither of them noticed. They were too busy necking and fondling each other.

Ben had no idea what room they were in or how it was decorated and couldn't care less. The only thing he wanted at the moment was to put his wanton cock into what he was sure would be a very hot, wet cunt. Ben rolled her onto her back and Laurie obligingly spread her legs allowing him to lie between them. He was resting his weight on his knees and forearms so her tits were pressed against his chest and his cock was lying between her lips just brushing her clit if he as she moved to make it happen.

Ben arched his back and pulled his cock back so it's head was pushing against her entrance.

"Go on put it in," Laurie growled. "I've been wanting this ever since the third hole."

Never one needing to be asked twice Ben eased his cock into Laurie, both of them gasping in lust. "Oh fuck, yes," they said virtually in unison. He quickly began to fuck her with a quick hard rhythm. Laurie lay on her back, her legs spread, knees bent and feet flat on the floor using her strong legs and core to match each thrust by Ben. She gasped as she met each thrust.

"So this is what you wanted on the third hole, is it?" Ben growled, breathing hard.

'Ugh, ugh, ugh. "Fuck yes. And on the fourth too," she responded. "Ugh, ugh, ugh."

"And the fifth hole? What did you want then?" he demanded.

Ugh, ugh, ugh. "This. Just this." Ugh, ugh, ugh. "I was looking at your dick hanging out and I wanted you to fuck me with it." Ugh, ugh, ugh.

"And the sixth hole?" He asked as he continued to pound her for all he was worth.

Ugh, ugh, ugh. "Oh fuck, yes just this." Ugh, ugh, ugh. "On the sixth hole and on every other hole until we finished the ninth." Ugh, ugh, ugh. "All I could think about was you fucking me. Now keep it up but harder. Make me cum. Fill me with your hot jism."

Ben increased the pace and power of his thrusts and there was no more conversation. Just a long series of grunts and groans punctuated by occasional obscenities growled by each. They didn't last long. Within minutes Laurie's groans had escalated to high pitched cries on each thrust. She could feel her climax coming. She was right on the edge. Each time he finished a thrust and his pubic bone rubbed her clit she felt herself come closer to the edge until she tripped into a violent orgasm, coming in waves, each announced with a grunt by Laurie.

Ben could feel the muscles in Laurie's cunt milking his rigid cock with each wave of her orgasm. Well before she ran down he lost all control. His back thrust hard driving himself as deep as he had ever been into her and he went rigid in that position as he felt a hot stream of cum rocket up his shaft and empty itself into her spasming cunt. He followed this first wave with several more each marked by a cry sounding like a bull in heat.

Exhausted they rolled apart and lay side by side on their backs gasping for breath.

Eventually recovering he looked over at Laurie, her breasts and the chest below them still heaving in recovery, and said, "Wow that was some tenth hole."

She laughed and said, "You're a dirty boy."

He said, "That's what my wife says about me."

"Do you ask your wife to do dirty things?"

"Sometimes."

"And does she do them?"

"Yes and more. She has an even dirtier mind than me."

"Do these things involve your other lovers or her other lovers?"

"Frequently. but it's mostly just talk."

But would you do it... with others if the opportunity presented itself?"

"Probably."

"Hmmm. Sounds delicious. Just like my brother and I."

"Does that involve other members of your family?"

She smiled. "Probably. There are so many Chathams in South Carolina it is hard to tell exactly how you are related to who you are screwing."

"But changing the subject a bit," she continued. "Have you ever watched your wife having sex with another man... or woman."

"A couple of times. It was incredibly hot."

"Perhaps you'd like some more while you are in South Carolina?"

"Perhaps. I would have to talk to Gwen about it. She would want to know who she would be fucking."

"Fair enough. Most likely me... or my husband. Does she do women?

"Yes. But for right now this floor is getting hard and my cock is getting hard again. I would like to play a few more holes. Could we move to a bed?"

"By all means."

Lauren and Ned spent the rest of the afternoon playing a series of her holes, in bed, in the shower and all over the condo. 4:30 was approaching by the time he left.

* * * *

It took Ben a little while to drive back from the golf course. When he arrived back at the condo he and his wife Gwen had rented he found his wife stretched out in a bubble bath. He entered without knocking and stood looking at his lanky blonde wife, her chest lightly covered by the bubble soap and her long legs stretched out on either side of the tub. Even though he had spent his afternoon fucking Laurie Chatham he could feel his cock growing beneath the golf shorts he wore. He was like that after a long period of enforced abstinence. "My god you look sexy," he said.

"Oh my you look like a man who has been working too hard." Gwen rose up in the water just enough so her suddenly hard nipples were visible. As she spoke she could see his cock turn over beneath his pants. "How was your golf? Pull up a seat on the tub here and tell me about it. I would invite you into the tub but I don't think this little tub has room for both of us."

Ben stripped off his shirt and then kicked off his pants and the rest of his clothes so he was as naked as his wife. He sat on the edge of the tub along side her waist.

His partially engorged dick lying alongside his leg was quickly brought more fully to life by Gwen's soap covered hand. "And how was the golf?" she repeated, slowly stroking his cock. "How many holes did you play? You've been gone a long time."

Ben reached to his left and began slowly stroking Gwen's inner thigh which was till raised up by her foot resting on the tub behind him. "Well, I only played nine holes."

His hand was slowly working its way up the inside of Gwen's thigh. She could feel a fire starting in her core. Like Ben she had a quick recovery time following a long period of work enforced abstinence. "Well that certainly couldn't have kept you occupied all afternoon. Did you get to know one of the cute girls that drive the drink cart. I met a man on the beach today who told me that the clubs around her hire very attractive young women to sell drinks on the course."

"No, no. In fact I don't think I even noticed a drink cart girl."

Ben's cock was sticking straight out now as he watched Gwen devote her time to molesting the dark engorged nipples that topped her small breasts. "Oh dear. I hope you didn't have a dreary afternoon. I met this charming older man on the beach. His name was Chatham, I believe. Beau Chatham. He was very much the polished Southern gentleman. He said he owned the beach and the condos behind it."

"You don't look sun burned dear. Did Beau help keep you covered with sun screen?" By now Ben's hand had reached Gwen's mound and he was cupping it softly, letting his finger slide about as he stroked it. Gwen gasped quietly in response.

" Well he kept me covered. Sun screen wasn't necessary. We went to the condo he and his wife own. It's the stand-alone unit at the end of the beach."

"You know that name Chatham is interesting. The woman I played golf with said she was married to a Chatham." His cock flexed as he remembered Laurie's big soft tits and the fun he had with them.

"But you were only with her for 9 holes? I'm still worried about what you spent the rest of your afternoon doing. I had such a pleasant afternoon with Beau. I would hate to think you were bored."

"Oh I was far from bored. As it turned out I spent the afternoon with Mrs. Chatham at a condo she and her husband had at the golf course."

"So did you fuck her?" Gwen asked, dropping the pretense the conversation had assumed.

"Yes, and did you fuck Beau?"

"How nice, and yes I fucked him. You and I had quite an afternoon it seems," Gwen responded as she sat up, the soapy bath water and suds draining off her upper body. "But I hope you saved some for me. Let's go to bed."

There is always some for leggy blondes like you," Ben responded. He wagged his erect dick at her. "We can talk about Beau and Laurie later. Now I want to fuck you."

Once in bed they lay side by side necking and quickly moved to sex. Neither of them was as passionate as they had been with their earlier partner but now they had staying power so their fucking went on softly and quietly for a long time. While they fucked they talked:

"So what was she like?" Gwen asked.

"A good golfer, probably better than me."

"That's not what I was asking about."

He chuckled. "Okay she was about forty with long dark hair and big tits. She was athletic and had much broader hips than you."

"Like your secretary, eh?" Ben's long standing illicit relationship with his secretary was old news to Gwen.

"Yeah kind of except there is nothing athletic about my secretary except in bed. And oh yeah, they're both horny."

"I assumed that," Gwen responded with a laugh.

"What's her name?"

"My secretary?"

"No dummy. Your golf partner." She swatted him on the ass.

"Ouch." He pushed his cock in hard, just to remind her he was still there and Gwen gasped in response.

"Her name is Laurie. Laurie Chatham. It seems that she and her husband own these condos and a few other real estate projects around here."

"Was she a good fuck?" Gwen squeezed his cock with the muscles in her cunt.

"Yes. But not like you? She seemed to always want more without being too fussy about things like position. She lacked your creativity."

"But I lack her tits?"

"I wasn't fucking her for her tits, although she did titty fuck me a bit while we were still on the golf course."

"How nasty."

"Yes."

"So why were you fucking her."

"What can I say? She was available and you were otherwise occupied. I came down here to unwind. Much as I like golf, I like fucking a stranger with big tits is better."

"Hmmm. She sounds very available."

"She wants to play more golf tomorrow."

"That's good. I kind of promised Beau I would see him on the beach again tomorrow."

"Was he a good fuck?"

"Yes. But not like you. You are so up front and aggressive. He is smooth and subtle. Seduction is an art form with him and once we found our way to bed he liked to string things out making sure I stayed aroused but not bringing things to a screaming mutual climax in a hurry. He liked to keep me hanging on the edge. I think what he got off on wasn't so much his own orgasm as he did on watching my arousal and orgasms."

"There were more than one?"

"Of course. I told you he was a good fuck. Even you don't leave a girl hanging with only one orgasm.

"Do you think they are married? Gwen asked.

"Well Laurie said she was but her husband didn't care if she did it with others."

"So did Beau, but that wasn't what I meant. Do you think they are married to each other. Did we stumble into an unplanned swap?"

"Hmmm. I hadn't thought about that, but it has been a distracted kind of day. Now that you raise the issue, it seems probable," he said. "Does it matter to us?"

"Not to me," Gwen responded. "I want to spend tomorrow being picked up on the beach by a Southern gentleman who has a dirty mind and great technique. You can go and fuck your golfing partner with the big tits again. Then we will get on a plane back to Boston on Monday and tell ourselves what a great idea this short vacation was."

"Great plan," he agreed.

"Good now stop talking and fuck me harder. I want to cum one more time and then we can go out to dinner. There are good restaurants here. Tomorrow will take care of itself."

But not all things turn out as planned.

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