Fantasy Couples Night (L) ~ Ignite Story

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This is a fantasy version of our encounter on the golf course that gave us “full-fledged member status.” Read Couples Night to get the real version of our tryst on the golf course.

“We’re going to set the bar high,” Mel said, admiring herself in the full-length mirror on the walk-in closet door. She’d purchased a high end, hip-hugging golf skirt with ruffles on three sides and a few pleats. The light blue fabric accented her curves nicely as she stood there in just that and her bra.

I curled into her, wrapping my hands around her waist, and kissed her on the cheek. With one hand sliding down between her legs, I rubbed over the newly purchased fabric. Decked out in plaid shorts and a light blue polo, I wore a hat that matched the visor sitting on the bed next to her golf shirt. We made quite the coordinated couple.

“Save it for the course,” she said, spinning around to give me a quick kiss before moving out of my grasp. I’ve loved her spunk, tonight and from the day we married—when God brought her forever into my life.

Mel grabbed her white polo, slid it over her shoulders and torso, and adjusted it to make sure it gathered just right around her waist. She precisely placed the Titleist golf visor—with blue script letters that matched her skirt—around her high ponytail, and we were ready. She looked delectable, too lovely to keep home, and certainly a treat to be enjoyed later.

Pulling into the nearly full Tallwood Hills clubhouse parking lot, we found a spot in the back corner big enough for our Traverse SUV. Mel slid her hand into my lap.

“I noticed your bulge earlier,” Mel said, pressing down against it and making it rise a little more. We hopped out, playfully touching and chasing each other to our cart, and she again rubbed the front of my shorts as I wheeled the cart out of its spot.

I loaded our cooler from the outdoor trough of beer and drinks, and Cindy, the beer gal, said with a smile, ‘You two look amazing!” My protrusion was nicely outlined and held in by my boxers, making me wonder if she’d noticed.

Our friend Kathy sprung out of the clubhouse, laughing a little. She seemed a bit tipsy. She was smiling big as she hugged Mel, spinning both of them off balance, and said, “God, I love Tallwood’s Fashion Night! Don’t you two look amazing?!!” She hung on Mel a little before she let her go and gave me a side-hip, wraparound hug. Her husband Brent came through the door as she was muttering something about hoping they drew us to golf with tonight.

Brent and Kathy were dear friends who got us golfing here late last year. The Friday couples night was usually pretty relaxed, but one night a year—Tallwood Fashion Night—the couples tried to dress their best and sexiest in golf attire and compete hard for a larger monetary prize.

They posted our pairings, and we drew Jennifer and Allen, two married insurance company owners about 20 years apart in age. She was ten years younger than us, and he ten years older. We knew they would be fun; they’d had us over to a block party several years ago. We’d heard rumors of their consensual infidelities, but always enjoyed our conversations after golf and were excited about the pairing. Besides, they were decent golfers.

Brent and Kathy sadly announced they were on the front nine, and we told them we were on the back with the overflow. We all raced out away from the clubhouse, nearly ping-ponging off each other as we left the clubhouse area. Our group started on #16, with no one ahead of us and six pairs of couples behind us.

“Top prize is $500,” Allen said, shaking my hand. “Let’s have fun and see what happens.”

Jennifer and Mel teed off first, both fairly new to golf but on the up and coming side. The game was alternate shot, so we just sat in the cart admiring our wives and talking a little strategy. Jennifer was a very intelligent businesswoman who looked the trophy wife, Barbie blonde with an enhanced chest. Her humor was winsome, and the two ladies were chuckling as they walked back to the carts.

“Nice shot,” I said, squeezing Mel’s thigh as our partners wheeled off.

She kissed me, pressed her chest into my side, catching my gaze and motioning with her head toward their cart. “She’s delightful.”

The chemistry between us and between the couples made for a very relaxed, sexy-fun evening and brought out our best golf. We shared two shots of Fireball as Cindy wheeled the beer cart around, making sure to take care of us after I tipped her a 20 on the first.

You never knew where you’d place, but we were scoring well as a team when we finished 18 and headed to the clubhouse to pee and restock coolers, before going out to #10 to finish our round. Mel stopped to ask Cindy about something as she was restocking her cart, holding us up while Allen and Jennifer headed down the long path to get to our hole.

Because of our good play and general pace, we had distanced ourselves almost two full holes from the rest of the group. I was sitting on the cart when Mel came out with a couple of waters, walking to my side of the cart and commanding, “Slide over, I’m driving.” She smiled at me and wedged her way into the driver’s seat. Eagerly she sped off to the cart path that led into a grove of trees, down into a ravine, and across Ridge Creek.  It was a good 100 yards to the tee box, 50 of it in total cover from the woods.

She stopped abruptly at the bottom, centering the cart on the bridge and sliding over, almost standing straight up on my side of the cart. Before I knew what was happening, she slipped her panties down and shimmied them off her legs as she pulled at my shorts, tugging the button loose and forcing the zipper apart. Her hand reached down first, grabbing my shaft with the tip between her first finger and thumb.

Mel bent over at the waist, her lips pursed. Her ponytail brushed my cheek, chest, and then rested against my stomach as she squatted and slipped the head in between her lips. A cool, clear droplet of pre-cum coated her lips as she took my head in and out.

Suddenly Mel stopped and quickly spun her body around, transferring my cock to her other hand as now she hovered bare-ass, her skirt pulled up above her belly button. As she lowered with precision, her hand guided my hardening shaft to her warmth and slipped it inside, her weight slowly letting me find her depths. “Ooooooh,” she said in a breathy whisper as my hips rose to keep the slide going. My length fought for every fraction as I continued to swell.

“Baby, bounce,” I said in her ear before kissing her neck. My hands wrapped around to find her breasts.

Like an old-time steam engine warming its pistons, she slid up slowly, pausing at the top, and slid back down. She did this a few times before speeding upward and dropping down again. She began to add some forward and back movement, extending the time and motion, lengthening the slide. Lastly, she twisted some, going back to front and front to back before rising. The combination of moves brought my orgasm along quickly.

I became aware of my surroundings again as I heard someone shout up at the clubhouse. I thought, “The other group can’t be there already,” and switched my focus back to Mel’s hips and sweet warmth riding my cock. Her skirt had hiked up so much that I could see myself entering and sliding out at the top of her ride as she pulled away before beginning each descent.

Her pace was fast now, and I could feel the end cumming and building up. She was cooing and letting out little gasps and squeals with every thrust back. I felt tempted to change positions but realized I needed to finish before someone did come down the path. I moved my hands from inside her shirt and pulled her down by her hips, holding her there, letting my cum fly in two pronounced spurts and then three smaller ones. “OH, Mel, YES!” I said in a loud whisper in her ears.

She turned and kissed me, my cock still inside her body, before hopping off and gathering herself. She slid her skirt down while I buttoned up, trying to keep any wetness off the outside of my shorts. The plaid would cover it up, I figured. She hopped back on the cart, and we sped up the path.

“You know I didn’t get mine, right?” Mel pointed out what I obviously knew after 25 years of marriage. She didn’t prefer getting it from behind as she maintains it doesn’t hit her spot. “I may not be done with you.”

“Get lost?” Jennifer giggled at Mel, who just shrugged and pointed at me like I had done something at the clubhouse. Jennifer pursed her lips to the first knuckle on her hand before saying. “I think you two were off somewhere.”

I made the quick excuse that we had to veer off the path and go to the Traverse to get a bottle, plausible because we had parked close to where the paths split. As I got off the cart and went to my bag, I pulled out an old bottle of Black Velvet. “I thought I’d save us some money on shots this round.”

Mel shot me a half-grin—somewhat curiously, I thought, as this was an amazing cover, and she should be proud of my quick thinking. I stood with Allen as the girls teed off, both spending some time chatting with each other and laughing. At one point, Jennifer looked back at me before they finished talking and finally teed off.

Our fantastic golf continued on holes #10 and #11. Mel was very affectionate with me and still took private moments with Jennifer. Allen seemed very curious about us as a couple, asking how we met, where we were from, and what we did. We spoke of professions, about my world of online selling and his of insurance.

Mel shanked her 2nd shot on #12. When we got to the other side of the fairway from the other couple, she made an admission. “I should tell you something. They know.”

As I lined up to hit, she let me know that she and Jennifer had golfed together in their league recently and that they had hit it off. “She was so funny, and I feel we could become really close friends.”

It didn’t explain why “they know” we screwed on the bridge, but I just kissed her, and we played on, trying actually to win the tournament. After Mel hit a shot that put us on the green, I just said, “I really don’t care that they know. That was amazing.’

Between shots the rest of the way, Mel explained it better.  She talked about how they got on the subject of sex, which led to how they kept it exciting in marriage. Jennifer had told Mel that Tallwoods Hills had a secret club of those who claimed and proved that they screwed on the course. “Oh, and I gave her my panties as proof,” she said before hiking up one side, flashing me her left cheek with a grin a mile long.

We finished with a birdie and par, and I felt very good about our chances, so much so that another couple knowing what we just did was the furthest thing from my mind. We went to put our clubs and cart away when Mel said, “Hey, I want to hit some balls in the back yard this week. Could we load mine up real quick.”

I swung around to the parking lot and stopped the cart in front of our SUV in the back corner.  I pulled her bag off while she opened the back, but when I carried it around, she wasn’t behind the vehicle. She was already inside, lying on the floorboard with her legs spread.

“I said I wasn’t done with you.” Mel had pushed the third row back and even had the middle captain’s chairs folded over. She had her skirt hiked up again, her legs bent and her throbbing, swollen lips waiting for me.

I instantly grew hard, laid the clubs out of sight by the SUV, and hopped in. She hit the key fob, and the back closed as I slipped my shorts and boxers down my legs, leaving them on the left one.  She had prepared and pulled a blanket we use while tailgating over us. We stayed out of window sight, and even though we could hear the group growing outside the clubhouse as people finished, we couldn’t be seen or heard, tucked away in the corner of the lot. I pushed inside her easily, her legs wrapping around my hips, and we entered her favorite position.

The angle of my penetration slid me deeper and into the back of her wet, thick flesh. I didn’t pull back, rather just let my weight and her legs position our bodies, sinking into her slowly. Her breathing and how tightly her skin hugs the head of my cock have always told me when I’m getting to her spot. It was like finding a secret tunnel.

“Ohhh, Donnie, yes,” she cooed as I felt those folds wrap and tug at me from her depths. “Mmmm, this is heaven.”

We didn’t flinch as a car pulled out, knowing our cover and lack of movement would not stick out. Mel cried out as they passed us in the lot, and I pushed for just a moment, finding that last millimeter of penetration that sent her towards the brink. “JESUS, YES!” she exclaimed and flexed her legs, pulling me tighter.

Her breaths quickened, her neck pulled forward, and she tightened everything. “YES!!!” she exclaimed and relaxed, collapsing back on the deck. Her enjoyment and the wetness of her around my cock had brought me along. I began a quick and short pump, drawing back and thrusting forward only slightly.

I kissed her deeply, whispering how sexy my wife was and how happy I was that she took charge tonight. My hips rabbit-fucked her until I pushed forward and launched my second load inside.

The world came back like fog lifting inside the vehicle, and we again rallied to put our clothes back on and get everything straightened.  Mel opened the back, and I hopped out after checking for people. Our tryst, while cemented forever in our memories, only lasted 5-10 minutes. It shouldn’t cause anyone to notice, not even Jennifer and Allen.

We held hands going back inside. With a smile, Mel reminded me that she had no panties as a little of my deposit began to run down the inside of her upper right thigh. The crowd continued to grow as golfers finished, and we found Allen and Jennifer, who had saved chairs for us. I sat down, and Mel sat down on my lap, leaving a chair’s distance between us.

Kathy and Brent joined us as Allen bought everyone a round of drinks and proclaimed we should win, if not set the record for lowest round on couples night. I felt Mel’s skin on my thigh as she rested enough of her cheek there, but I made sure the skirt billowed out, covering it from sight.

“I’m going to want a third go at it when we get home,” I said in her ear. I noticed Jennifer watching our exchange, remembering that she knew what we did on the course.

The patio and deck filled up, and Mel moved to her chair. I had just ordered a second round when the organizers emerged from the clubhouse with the results. Allen was right. They read out, “This year’s champions, with a record score… The Buckners and Klinesmith’s!”

Allen took the prize money, gave it to the waitress, and said to the crowd, “Drinks on us!” The applause and shouts of joy echoed into the evening. When they subsided, the organizer continued with, “And for best dressed this year, it’s a sweep—the Buckners!”

We stood up, Mel first, and I caught a glimpse of her cheeks as she leaned a little too far forward out of the chair. Jennifer had a prime angle, and she again looked over at me with a quick grin before I rose and joined my wife.

“This money’s for anyone needing shots!” The applause erupted a second time, and many people now surrounded us both. Jennifer had joined Allen and us by the trophy for pictures. I had become somewhat aroused, pushing into my wife for the group shot, and was ready to leave. Mel pushed back into me, and I heard her giggle just before the last click of the camera.

“Let’s go,” she whipped around and whispered into my ear. “It’s been a long time since we’ve made it three times in a night.”

We spun around, said a couple of goodbyes, and thanked the Klinesmiths for the round, mentioning that we needed to do something together one weekend. Hugging them quickly, we soon went prancing off to the vehicle.

We didn’t talk on the way, but Mel’s hand was in my crotch, massaging me to be sure we would be able to pull this off. We had no urgency to complete the deed like in semi-public, so we just kissed once downstairs and slowly walked into the bedroom.  It was nice to drop all of our clothes off and slip under the covers.

We began a long, slow kiss with lips spreading, opening and closing, tongues dancing. Pulling back with open eyes, we repeated the gentleness, soaking in wet and dry differences. Each of pressed into the other and wrapped tongues again. I moved away as I slid over Mel’s leg and in between to enter her, my cock semi-hard but enough.

“You were so fucking sexy tonight,” I told her, my hands pushing her hair back as my hips searched to enter her. I pressed forward, finding her, and soon I was inside. Kissing, nibbling her neck and ears, I began to push deeper, pulling back just a little, pushing deeper, allowing for more blood to rush where needed, filling her with my flesh. I can’t say I made it to full strength, but it was almost there as I began to work her, pumping in and out.

Third time’s the charm, but the third time would take time. My pace quickened, and soon my hands were on each side of Mel in a semi-plank position. I began driving back and forth, and her hands guided my hips on each thrust. She alternated from eyes closed to staring deep into mine as I took in the expressions on her face.

I plunged deep and pushed forward, seeking her spot.  She wriggled and squirmed beneath me and burrowed in, searching. Her sighs and gasps indicated I was getting close, so I added a little push. My volume may have been lacking, but we maneuvered, taking our time to find it, and the payoff came when she opened her eyes wide with a gasp.

Mel’s legs wrapped again, pulling me inside. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling her torso up for a long moment before she fell back, letting me dig in for the last push. She let go and pressed her hands down, kicked her head back, and exclaimed as she climaxed. Her body relaxed as I pulled back and out but didn’t let her disengage.

I pushed the covers off, grabbed her hips, and quickly spun her around. Pulling her ass up and propping her legs underneath her, I steadied and penetrated her engorged flesh, wet with the evening and her orgasm. I slipped in deep. She fumbled for a pillow and hugged it tightly as I went for mine. The numbness was real, and I began a long series of thrusts, alternating from just hip action to full body in and out.

My torso leaned back, and I watched her skin wrap around my cock—widening, then pressing closer as I brought my tip out before pushing in all the way. My weight sent her head into the pillow. She held her breath to absorb the force each time I thrust. I was about to give up when I noticed her making sounds—not just exhaling or keeping it in, but sounds of pleasure.

“Mmmh, Mmmmh, Umahhh, Umahhh, Yes. Oh, yes.” She sounded like I had found somewhere I hadn’t before from this position.

This was sexy, a turn on. It filled me with joy that I was pleasuring her as I was getting mine. The feeling in my stomach began, and I thought maybe I’d cum after all.

She continued to exclaim on each thrust, so I didn’t change anything as my desire slowly increased.  She started yelling and pushing back against my thrusts, on her elbows with her head up.

“Fuck me harder!” she cried out, sounding close to orgasm. “Don’t hold back!”

I thrust harder and harder, her words sending the message through my ears to my brain and my trigger.  I pushed forward again as she cried out.

“Donnie!!!!” She came as I collapsed on her back, pushing further in and depositing my load. “Ohh, yes!” she continued as my legs spasmed with the series of small spurts, ejaculating the last droplets of cum.

Sleep came fast, as rare as cumming together; we fell hard asleep in each other’s arms. I woke at 8 a.m., my gift from God in my arms, our bodies intertwined.

This was heaven.