The Bridge Club

Chapter 05 – Reception

“Nice wedding, wasn’t it?  Didn’t you think Nancy looked gorgeous?  Perfect, just like a bride should.”  Joanne burbled on, answering her own questions.

“Uh, …. Yep,” I muttered.    I was in line to leave the church parking lot.  Too busy for chatting, I negotiated a busy turn into traffic.  

“Didn’t you think so, Danny?”  She swiveled in her seat and smiled back at Danny and I caught a glimpse of white thigh above thigh-high nylons.  It was such a nice glimpse, too.  God, I love those old fashioned nylons and the contrast of the dark brown top against pure white thigh.  I was a little surprised since usually she only wears those for occasional sexy candlelight dinners alone with me.

“Yeah, that was cool!  Some church, too!” Danny chimed in, no doubt charmed by the same flash of thigh.  

“Am I going to be on your dance card, Danny?” Joanne teased.  

A small smile traced across my lips in spite of myself.  Joanne sneaked a poke in my ribs and went back to flirting with the handsome young man in the back seat.  She was wearing a simple dress with a square neckline that gapped nicely, displaying the plump mounds of her breasts and deep, inviting cleavage.

“Yeah, sure, ….  you bet!  Wouldn’t miss it, Mrs. Williams!”  

I noticed that he was gaining quite a bit of self-confidence, lately.  Of course, it would be strange if he weren’t getting the hint after last night.  I mused over the mind numbing thrill it must have been fondling an ‘older’ woman with her husband “asleep” just upstairs.  

In fact, I was still tingling a bit over the strange excitement I had found in watching Danny fondling my wife in the subdued light.  It was truly one of the most sensual things I had ever experienced.   I was still turning it over in my mind, trying to understand the reason it was so exciting.

“Here’s the entrance!”  Joanne broke my reverie and I hit the brakes just in time to turn onto a long driveway flanked by a driving range and the long first hole.  I had played here a few times so I was fairly familiar with the Cypress Hills Country Club.  The clubhouse was one of those huge graceful, very swanky buildings built back in the twenties.  The additions over the years had only made it more elegant, so carefully had they been done.

A valet held the door open for Joanne and gawked at her legs as she swung out of the car. She rewarded his interest with a beaming smile.   I formed the opinion that Joanne was on a high and that this was likely to be an interesting evening.

Bill and Janet were waiting for us as we walked up the steps.  

“Bad news!” Bill announced.  “I have to leave in an hour.  Company plane is picking me up for a meeting.  Janet is staying, so I’ll have to leave you with an unbalanced party tonight.  Hope that’s OK.”

“Hey, that’s my idea of a friend!  Leaving me with an extra beautiful woman.”

“It’s OK, Bill.  I’ll give Jack to Janet and I’ll take Danny for my date!” Joanne laughed and slipped her arm through Danny’s.  He looked pretty happy, though his face reddened and he tried not to look eager.  Joanne looked particularly luscious tonight, I noted.

“We’ll be JUST FINE!” Janet said, as she slipped her arm around my waist.  “Right Jack?”

“I’m with you, babe.  You’re gorgeous, you know that?”  I meant it too.

“Hey, hey, don’t be so happy to get rid of me, you guys.  I’ll be worrying all night about all of you misbehaving,” Bill grumbled.  He looked a little concerned as he looked back over his shoulder.  I just squeezed Janet closer and waved.  I felt the warm softness of her thigh through the silky dress.

I managed to get a round of drinks from the crowded bar and we were off on the evening’s adventure.  

The ballroom had banks of tall French doors offering a view across the rolling hills of the club.  Large crystal chandeliers dripped with opulence overhead and a thick muted red carpet made the room look rich.  Tables of eight surrounded a gleaming dance floor where a band was setting up for the evening.  The noise swelled as the crowd grew.  The bride and groom entered amid the clamoring wedding party and a line soon formed to wish them well.  

Joanne really was treating Danny as a date.  Her hand touched his sleeve when she spoke to him.  Her eyes were like pools for him to look down into.   She stood just a little closer to him when she teased him, forming an intimacy that left Janet and I just slightly outside that circle.  She balanced on one foot and raised the other behind her the way girls do when they are doing serious flirting.

I wondered if this was going to cause Janet motherly concern, but she seemed not to be bothered.  She noticed, but didn’t seem troubled in the least; a little smile kept crinkling her lips. I decided to play the cards dealt me and watch what developed.  Being left with Janet is kind of a pleasure anyway, since I have always had a little crush on her.  We were soon having a very good time, laughing and joking freely as the waitresses replenished our drinks liberally.

The tables were covered with gleaming white, starched tablecloths rounded over the sides of the tables.  When we sat at the table, the heavy cloths covered our laps completely.

“This is some club, isn’t it?”  Joanne was on my left and Janet to my right. Danny sat next to Joanne on her left. 

“My god, Jack,” Janet muttered, “This is the Taj Mahal of clubs, eh?”  

The waitresses brought two kinds of wine and we had both.  The others at the table were strangers and we exchanged the usual introductions and questions aimed at getting things rolling.  The conversation soon became animated and the crowd noise continued its rise along with the increasing empty wine glasses on the tables.  A string trio played dinner music, barely audible at our end of the room, but nice anyway.  Our table was in a corner, off the beaten track.

Janet, without leaving the cross table conversation suddenly put her hand on my thigh and nudged me.  She signaled with her eyes toward Joanne and Danny.

“Isn’t he a handsome devil?” she asked.  I agreed with a smile.

“But do you think we can trust those two?” she giggled. Janet left her hand on my thigh for a few moments, enjoying our intimacy, too.

“Hmmm, well, they might bear watching,” I said with a conspiratorial grin.  

“Yeah, tell me about it!  He’s always had a crush on Joanne, you know!  The question is can I can trust her with my baby?  They’re kind of cute together, don’t you think?”  She giggled and squeezed my thigh under the tablecloth.  

I slipped my hand over hers and smiled into her eyes.  “Well, we’ll just have to deal with it.  They’re leaving us out, don’t you think?  And Bill did insist that you and I take care of each other, didn’t he?”

“That’s right! She exclaimed, leaning close to me.  “You know, Bill, I really like having a friend like you to flirt with.  You’re so good at it.”  Her mischievous laugh was throaty and melodious.

Amid the flirting, I confess that I was keeping close track of my wife out of the corner of my eye.  At one point, Janet had touched my thigh while making a conversational point and Joanne slipped her hand onto my other thigh.  I found myself getting an erection.

The toasts from the head table had begun.  During one of the speeches, I slipped my hand under the cloth and between Joanne’s legs.  Joanne tensed and I felt the fleeting but unmistakable touch of another hand hurriedly withdrawn. A quick gasp escaped my wife’s lips.  

The thought of Danny’s hand colliding with me between Joanne’s legs was something of a shock; but I recovered quickly and continued up her warm thigh without giving any hint of the collision.  The nylon gave way to smooth, sexy thigh and then my little finger pressed against my wife’s very wet panties.  I pressed the silky panties between soft lips.

“Jack, …. Someone will see!” she whispered urgently.  

I looked into her eyes with a big smile.  Slowly, I withdrew my hand along the nylon length of her stocking, squeezing her knee as a loving parting gesture.

Now that is what I call chutzpah!  She recovered quickly enough to shoo me away with the thought that some one would see.  I couldn’t help wondering how long Danny’s hand had been there. Long enough to make Joanne’s pussy very wet and to urge her legs apart in greeting, I thought wryly.  After the moment of panic, her body relaxed assuming that I had not noticed.

I turned to Janet, a wide smile still on my face.

“What’s so funny?” she smiled. 

“I’m not sure.  You may be right, they are having too much fun.”

“We’ll have to catch up. I am not going to have my teenage son showing me up!” Janet leaned around looking at her son with a prideful grin. 

I slipped my hand under the tablecloth and found Janet’s nylon encased leg.  Her hand covered mine and I felt the warmth of her body through the nylon. There is nothing in the world more sensual than that feeling.  

We both turned back to the cross table conversation, looking cool, and completely innocent.

After dinner, the band started and we all moved to the dance floor.  After some lively disco type dances, the band produced a romantic slow one.  Joanne looked sinuous with both arms around Danny’s neck.  I watched as Danny’s hand slipped lower on Joanne’s back until his fingertips crossed over the waistband of her panties.

“Want to swap?” I heard Janet call out.  

We changed partners and Joanne rolled into my arms and snuggled against me.  

“Having a good time?” I asked.

“Yes,” she murmured quietly.  “Actually, I think it’s a terrific party!  Having a ball.” She added, looking up at me with a smile.   “You?”

“Yes, sure. It’s good.  I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

Joanne squeezed me a little tighter.  “I am, I just love the young people at these things.  And Danny is such a dear!”

I pressed my lips against her ear.  “Which of us would you like to fuck, darling?”

“What?”

I repeated it.

She punched me playfully.  

“Now cut that out.  You know better.  You rat!”

We danced on.

“I noticed your panties were already wet, sweetheart.” I whispered again.

“You almost got caught!” she yelped with a giggle.  “No wonder I’m wet with you doing that. I was shocked!”

Janet and Danny danced close and Janet offered to change back.  She grabbed Joanne and said something into her ear before sweeping into my arms again. 

“What was that all about?”

Janet laughed loudly. She buried her face against my chest and then look up at me.   She bit her lip, deciding if she should tell me.   

“I said.. 'Watch out, Joanne, you’ve got my son all hot and bothered.'”

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

“I felt something!” she said.  There was a pause. “My baby is all grown up!”

Just at that moment I felt my own slightly aroused cock slide over the sleek nylon of her dress, tracing across her tummy.

Janet laughed loudly.      “Hmmmmm, you too!”

“You did that, Janet!”

“I know.”  She looked up with a big smile, and pressed closer. 

“Sorry,” I mumbled into her hair, pulling slightly away.  I was a little embarrassed.

“It’s OK, Jack.  I don’t mind.  We’re adults.  I kind of like it.  I take it as a compliment.”

I felt her body press against mine; seeking the firm ridge she had felt prodding her tummy.  I felt her move so that it slipped from her hip, down into the hollow and then over the firm hill of her tummy and into the other hollow of her hip.

“Does it bother you?  I mean, Danny getting excited like that with your wife?”  She leaned back, her hips still maintaining the soft lovely contact with my cock.

I thought a moment. “No. ….. no, it’s all right. They are having fun.  No, no problem.”

I could see that Joanne had intimately slipped her hand under Danny’s jacket as they danced to a very slow one.

“Let’s go have a drink.” Janet suggested.

I noticed that we were both keeping our eye on Danny and Joanne as they moved around the floor.  One of those group dances had started and Joanne was looking young and sexy on the dance floor.  Janet’s knee against mine was a pleasant distraction.

“Anyway, as I was saying. ……” she said.

“What?  Sorry?”

“I mean that we enjoy flirting!”  Janet smiled a smile of shared pleasure.

“Yes, I agree.  I enjoy our friendship, too.  Or is that too obvious to mention?”

We danced some more and I had soon lost track of Joanne and Danny.  The wine had both of us on a high, the music was good, and Janet’s body felt good against mine.

“Wonder where those two have gotten to?” Janet asked, idly glancing around the room.  

“Want to get a breath of fresh air? I asked.

We slipped out one of the French doors and ambled slowly down a path leading toward the 18th green.  I was aware of her soft body bumping seductively against me as we walked through the quiet night.  There was a little moonlight, but not much.  Suddenly, Janet pulled my hand and we were standing between a trio of tall evergreens at the back of the green.  Janet giggled and snuggled into my arms, her lips open to mine.  Her body pressed close and my thigh slipped between her thighs. Her mound felt firm and hot against my thigh.   Janet drew my hand up to her breast and I fondled it through the silk of dress and bra cup.  Her nipple was a joy to find.

“What was that?” she whispered.  We both stopped breathing a moment, listening in the quiet darkness.

“Nothing.”  I said, reassuringly.

“Yes,.. listen.” she whispered.  We were not alone.  Janet leaned back and peered around the tree.  

“Aha,.. we are not alone.” She giggled.  She stifled her laugh and turned back to our kiss.  I felt  her tongue probe my lips and then dance against the tip of mine.  

We edged a bit closer to find that two people had beaten us to the spot.

I could make out two figures; the girl kneeling, the man with his head thrown back in ecstasy, staring up at the star filled sky.  Her hands were on his buttocks and her head was eagerly moving back and forth.  His hand moved to the girl’s head.  Janet’s hand held mine and I could feel the back of her hand against my erect cock, firmly caressing it.

“We should go..” she said quietly, but with little conviction.

“Well,..” I said with no more conviction.  I slipped my arm around her and held her in a vise-like grip, pressing her soft hip against my impatient cock.

“Ohmigod, it is so….” She stopped speaking as if her throat were suddenly dry.

“Yeah,.. erotic?  Delicious?” I said.   

I turned her head upward and kissed her deeply.  Her body shivered against mine. I could feel every delightful curve under the light dress.  My hands fondled her bottom, tracing the panty line over the round curve.   I slipped her dress higher and higher until my hand was coursing back and forth over the crease of her body.  The taut silkiness of her pantyhose hissed under my hand.

“Let’s.. watch.” She said breathlessly.

We couldn’t see a lot of detail in the darkness, but the couple was now lying on the smooth grass of the green where the edge curled over toward a bunker behind the green.  I slipped my hand inside Janet’s pantyhose and toyed with the silken feel of her panties. My hand slipped lower until it cupped the center of her bottom.

“Ohh.. Jack,.. this is the most erotic thing ever … shhhh.”

We stood quietly fondling each other.  The girl’s skirt had slipped high on her thighs and we could see gleaming white panties reflecting what little light there was.  We could see him fondle her mound; she moaned softly, passionately.  We watched as her arm surrounded his neck pulling him into her kiss.  They became more urgent and we could hear the clink of his belt buckle, and then the zip of his zipper sliding down.  

Janet seemed not to be breathing as she peered at the couple.  Her hand was slowly stroking my cock.  I unzipped my fly and she slipped her hand inside.  Her hand found my cock and continued fondling it, stroking the sensitive head with her fingertips.  I felt her reach deeper and cup my balls, rolling them in her soft grip.

I moved behind her and raised her skirt so that the underside of my cock was sensually pressed against her pantyhose.   She spooned back against me and we stared at the couple as they continued their urgent fondling.   Janet pressed my hands to her breasts and prompted my fondling.  I traced the line of her bra, slipping my fingers back and forth between bra and soft cleavage.  Janet opened buttons and lead my hands inside to feel the satin of her bra.  I slipped a hand into the cup and cupped her bare breast and strutting nipple.  We were squirming together in excited anticipation of the lovers progress.

I pressed my cock down along her crease.  Janet helped by sliding her pantyhose and panties down over her hips.  I spread my legs wide to be low enough to slip my cock between her thighs.  There it nestled against soft wet pussy lips and a wisp of curls.  I couldn’t hold back the shudder of pleasure.  

Her breasts were warm and wonderfully soft as I cupped them and lifted them gentlyJanet moaned quietly and I felt her press her bottom back against me, her pussy lips wet and hot against the top of my cock.  She hardly moved, just stirring enough to be thrilling to both of us.

She leaned her head against my neck, moving like a cat being petted.  Still her eyes were glued on the couple on the green.  He was on his knees between her upraised knees now, being drawn slowly into her body.

Just at that moment, lights from the parking lot snapped on, lighting the scene.  The couple froze in place.  The car was a long way off, but the light was still a shock.  Janet and I were completely in the shadow of the trees, but the scene before us was lighted as if on the stage.  As if in a spotlight, the white panties were clear to us, held to one side by the girl’s fingers. Neither moved for what seemed a long time.  His cock too, was lighted for us.  The girl’s right hand held the big cock while her left hand held her panties aside for his entry.  Still they held their pose like a deer frozen in a spotlight.  His cock was just touching the gleaming wetness of her pussy.

Then, still lighted, they returned to their urgent mission.  We watched as the white hand urged the big cock closer and closer.  Janet and I moaned with vicarious pleasure.  With rapt attention we watched the girl move the head of his cock up and down her glistening slit.  Languorously, she lead the blunt helmet to visit a kiss on her clitoris, then tucked it briefly into the wet well of her vagina, then once again up to her clit.  She had him fully moistened now and led his prick back to her soft vulnerable center.  We both breathed sharply as the boy lunged forward, sliding all the way into her waiting pussy with one lunge.  

“Ohhhhhh..” her moan stood out in the stark silence of the night.   As if by signal, the car lights swung backward and away in an arc across the green, briefly lighting Janet’s face, still rapt with the sight of the two lovers.  

Janet moved her hips and my cock slipped into her at an uncomfortable angle that only permitted an inch or two of mildly painful penetration.  It was so exciting that the pain was like tasting something bitter sweet.  Her pussy was hot around the head of my cock and we pleasured each other with squirming, circling thrusts.  Janet clasped her hands over mine still tight on her breasts.  I felt her body tense and shudder as the excitement of the lovers combined with our own thrusting to bring her to a quick orgasm.  

I slipped a hand down to cover and cup Janet’s mound.  My fingers curled around her and ensured that my cock head stayed buried just inside the molten inferno of her pussy.  Her tightness gripped my cock in the ridge behind the head and I shivered with the pleasure of the extreme intimacy of this feeling.  She coasted down from the high of her orgasm, still fascinated with the couple now fucking furiously before our eyes.  The girl’s legs were clasped around his waist and he pounded wildly into her body as if it were a rag doll.    I felt my balls tightening and then the hot liquid shooting up the tubes of my cock to spurt hot and full into Janet.  

Janet leaned forward and continued her delightful rolling pelvis motion.  At last I could slip all the way into her and I continued gushing deep inside her.  I could feel my cum drizzle from her and onto my cupped fingers, still guarding to make sure my cock didn’t slip out of Janet’s body.  I don’t think I have ever had a more erotic, highly charged orgasm.  I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let the head of my cock slacken and slip from its tight restraint.

With Janet leading the way, we beat a hasty retreat.  I think the couple wouldn’t have heard us anyway, but we were as quiet as possible, not wanting to be caught being so blatantly voyeuristic.  Janet stopped near the building and turned into my arms.  Our kiss was deep and excited in spite of our deeply satisfying orgasms.

“Jack, that was so.. so exciting. I’ve never, ever, seen anyone actually having sex, have you?  And.. you, Jack, made it..  so.. nice!” She kissed me once more before leading me across the cobblestone patio toward the French doors of the ballroom.  The crisp click of her heels on the stone was eerily sexy peeling through the night air.  

“I have to find the ladies room. I’m a mess.” She giggled.  I waited for her outside the ladies room and then we slipped back into our seats and toasted our adventure with our remaining wine.  
 
“Jack,.. have you ever.. ever, done anything like that before?  I am still tingling from it.” She spoke in an excited whisper.

I put my hand on her knee once again.  “No, never,” I admitted.  “But I would be willing to try it again.  With you, that is.”

We shared a slightly sheepish, slightly boastful smile, then turned to see what had become of Danny and Joanne.   Janet squeezed my hand and smiled off into the distance.  

“Ah, there they are.”  I felt her lift her hand.  Then, looking down at my hand, she lifted the tablecloth and covered it from view.  Encouraged, I stroked the nylon-covered knee and let the erotic pleasure of it seep back into my body.  

“Danny is such a good dancer!  I loved it!  Did you see?” Joanne smiled widely and looked at Janet.

“I taught him all he knows.  Didn’t I, sweetie!”  Janet replied, with motherly fondness and pride.  

Danny’s face turned beet red and he stood awkwardly, hands clasped in front of his body.

Joanne sat down and put her hand on my other thigh.  Once again I enjoyed the pleasure of two hands fondling my legs.  She smiled up at me and gave me a kiss.  The slightly bitter taste of her lips startled me.

“Have you started smoking again?” I said with the mean-minded air of the reformed smoker.

“No, I haven’t had a cigarette, why?” she said defensively.

“Oh, just thought you tasted smoky.” I laughed.  Sorry!”

She wrinkled her brow then went back to her wine.  

“Want to dance with me?  It’s your turn.  I think it is the last set.” Joanne said.

We moved smoothly to a slow romantic tune and Joanne’s body was glued to mine.  I slipped my hand lower and brushed my fingertips across her back just where it starts to swell into a nicely rounded bottom.  I could feel her tummy press against my cock and she grinned up at me.  

I leaned to kiss the lips she offered and her tongue responded immediately, circling my own.  Once again the unusual taste.  I decided she had been smoking, but said nothing more about it. She was a little too drunk to dance well, and we settled into a slow nuzzling grind in the middle of the floor as the band finished its theme song and said good night.

Janet and Danny were ready to leave and were waiting to say their goodbyes.

Janet smiled up at me and said, “Thanks, Jack, for being such a swell date!”

“My pleasure, fair lady!” I bowed my most courtly bow and scooped her into a goodnight kiss.  Her tongue darted out to kiss mine in return.

Joanne gave Danny a light kiss and put her arms around his neck.  “And you Danny, you were a delightful date. Thank you, kind sir!  Thanks for everything.”

I started the car and noticed with a wry smile how the headlights swept an arc over the eighteenth green. 

“You had a good time?” I asked.

“It was … great … really nice.. fun!  You?” Joanne replied.

“Yes,.. great!  Janet is good company.  Good dancer, too.”

“Umm hmm, I saw how much you were enjoying her dancing!” she said, her voice slightly mocking.  She slipped closer and her hand fell on my thigh.

“So, is Danny a really good date?  Did you give the boy a thrill?  I could see how he enjoyed you on the dance floor.  If he keeps grabbing your ass that way, I’m going to have to have words with him!”  I teased her and got an elbow in the ribs.

“Jack, stop that.  You know better.   You are going to say that once too often, you know.  And I will give him a thrill!”  she said ominously.  “He is some kind of a hunk!   It is so cute the way he treats me.”

I gave her a sidelong look and muttered,  “Hmmmm.” 

“Hmmmm, what?”

“Just Hmmmm,” that’s all.  I looked down at her skirt now hiked up to reveal stocking tops.

My mind kept leaping back to the thrill of Janet leaning into me as we watched the twosome on the eighteenth green.  I couldn’t get it off my mind.  My cock was half hard again thinking about how hot her pussy had been.  The thought of her thrusting caress of my cock and the convulsive shudders that raced through my body flooded back.

“Would you undo my dress, dear?”  Joanne was a little unsteady from the wine and she wavered a little at the foot of the stairs.  I unclasped the hook at the top and then slipped the zipper down her back.  She suddenly looked very sexy as she started toward the steps.  The white band of her bra looked sexy and inviting, taut across her back.  Her stockings made her legs look like caramel, luscious and tempting.

“If I could have found you earlier, I would have taken you out on the course for a little private time, you sexy wife!”  I muttered into her ear, nuzzling her hair.  I followed along the band of her bra and cupped her breasts.  “You temptress.”

“Whatever do you mean?  The golf course?”

I whispered hoarsely in her ear.  “I would have taken you out on the course and fucked you wildly on the grass.  What do you think of that?”

“Jack,.. you.. get the darnedest ideas.” She said with mock petulance.  “You are going to get us caught one of these days!  You are crazy!”

“In fact,.”   I pressed my tongue through her hair and teased her ear.

“Stop.. stop it.  Don’t be silly!” Joanne giggled.  She had stopped with one foot on the first stair.

“In fact,.. maybe I’ll do that.. right now!” I whispered.

“Jack, come on to bed.  It’s late.”

Her breasts felt full and heavy in the bra cups.  My fingers found her nipples and squeezed. 

“Ouch.. honey, careful ..” she cautioned.

“Aha, tender, eh?  And who has been making my little wife’s tits so tender?  Who’s been rubbing against her nipples on the dance floor?  Aha!  And who is still excited?”  

I taunted her with a laugh and tweaked the hard nipples once again through the silk and lace of her bra.

“Oh, stop.   You exaggerate.  And how do you know what was happening on the dance floor?”

“Come on, let’s take a little walk on the golf course, sweetheart.  I want to ravish my sexy bride, like the old days!”  My hands slipped lower to the familiar firm mound, softly pressing the cushion of curls under the silky panties.

“Oh, Jack, it’s so late;  I’m too tired. Aren’t you?”  She craned her neck and looked soulfully into my eyes.

“Does it feel like I’m tired?” I pressed against her, my cock lingering in the crease of her bottom.  

“Look what the sight of your bra strap does to me?  Imagine what lies in wait for you when I see the rest of you!”

She giggled a little drunkenly, and took another step up the stairs.  “Come upstairs and we’ll see,” She said.

I stepped to the bar and made two Manhattans with double cherries. The ice clinked loudly in the glasses as I stirred.   Even though she did not need any more to drink, Joanne could never resist a Manhattan.  They also made her helplessly erotic.

“Upstairs?” she repeated, a little smile on her face.

“No, no, nothing will do but the firm feel and smell of the golf green.”  

I urged her toward the sliding door.  On the way, I picked up the stadium blanket from the back of the couch.

“Jack, we’ll scandalize the neighbors.  They’ll call the police!”

“I’ll be quiet if you will.”  I laughed. She trailed me reluctantly across the patio, high heels clicking in the same sexy way Janet’s had, then went silent as we walked across the lawn.  There was a little bit more moonlight now, and it was a little higher in the southeastern sky.

The third green was only a short distance from the house.  I spread the plaid blanket and handed her the Manhattan.  We touched glasses, toasting in the quiet night. 

“Look, Mars is just rising.” I mentioned quietly as Joanne cuddled close into my arms.

She nuzzled my neck, and I put down my drink to fondle her inviting breast.  

“Jack, what are we doing out here?  We have a perf.. perf.. ik..ly nice bed ….” She began.  I stopped her with a kiss, leading with my tongue.  I felt her yield and then her tongue began its duel with mine.  Again, that taste surprised me.  It was a bitter taste, not like her usual taste, and it went right to the back of my mouth, like wine does when you swish it in your mouth to get the full flavor.  I couldn’t place it, though, and Joanne’s hand was now inside my pants, struggling to free my cock.

“Mmmm, let me show you.”  I guided her onto her back and lay down beside her.  We stared up into the sky full of bright stars. 

“Look, there’s The Swan, still flying south.”  It was the one constellation she could consistently find in the sky.

“Yes,” I muttered and covered her mouth with mine.  I slipped my hand under her dress, along the sleek nylon of her leg.  

“Oh, honey, you are soooo wet!”  My hand had found the crotch of her panties, still wet, or wet again?  I asked myself.  “Danny must have been dirty dancing with my sexy wife.”

Joanne giggled.  “You have no idea.” She giggled again under my probing tongue.  “He is really good, Jack.” She squirmed warmly against me and parted her legs for me.  I continued stroking and fondling her pussy.  Her formed a sleeve for my cock.

“Oh, god, baby, that feels good.” I muttered.

I slipped my thigh between hers and pressed my hand tighter against her with my leg.  Joanne moaned as my finger slipped past the leg of her panties, found her wet slit and circled her clitoris.  She pressed against my hand and her mouth sucked my tongue as I slipped two fingers into her creamy vagina.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned quietly, squirming against my caress.

She was wetter than I ever remember.  Oh, honey, I’m going to fuck you so wildly.  Your pussy is soooo wet.”  The wetness was incredibly inviting, and very erotic.  I knelt between her legs, pressed her skirt up and gazed at her white panties gleaming brightly in the dim moonlight.  I thought of the couple fucking on the other green a few hours earlier; of how exciting it had been to watch them.  I was suddenly overwhelmed with lust for her.

I pulled her panties aside and pressed my lips against the glistening wet pussy.  Immediately, my lips and cheeks were wet with her juices.  I slipped my tongue along her lips and teased her clit, already rigid between her open lips.  I sucked the morsel between my lips and slipped my hands under Joanne’s ass, caressing the generous globes and lifting the goblet of her pussy to my voracious mouth.  My tongue leapt into her vagina, feeling the oozing, hot wonder of her juices.  I was aware of her hands now, as with one she held her panties aside for me.  Her other hand brushed the tip of my nose as with two fingers, she held the lips of her pussy wide apart for my tongue and lips to devour her.

“Oh, Jack.  Oh Jack.”  She took a deep breath and held it as I sucked on her clitoris and buried my nose in the soft curls of her mound.  I happily inhaled the scent of perfume and pussy.  “Oh, Jack, you didn’t do that.. last time.”

Even in my high state of passion, I pondered that statement.  “’last time’?  I thought, ‘last time?’”  The drinks made my mind a little fuzzy with complicated concepts.  I continued eagerly eating the sweet pussy of my beautiful wife, sucking her scent and her perfume with long deep breaths as my tongue moved all around the open wet channel between her legs.  Her nylons snuggled my head now and I felt her shudder under my touch.

And then it hit me.  I suddenly realized that the unexpected taste on her tongue was the taste of Danny’s cum.  I’m sure my eyes must have opened wide and I froze for a moment.  Joanne thrust her pussy at me, begging for more.  I resumed a slow, thoughtful tasting of her generous pussy lips.  The realization that her wetness was at least partly Danny’s cum oozing from her vagina seeped into my brain.  The wetness of her panties, … the same!

“Ohhh, yessss..” I heard her moaning.

My heart was pounding.  I don’t know why it was so exciting to realize that I had been watching my own wife being fucked on the eighteenth green.  I recalled how he had thrust into her, how her panties had gleamed in the car lights.  I thought of how he had paused when the lights hit them, then lunged into her, filling her with his eager young cock.  It was all clear now. Clear and strangely arousing.

“.. yesss,.. eat me Jack..”

“You mean eat me,.. Danny, .. eat me Danny,’.. don’t you, sweetheart?”  I thrust my tongue deep into her, punctuating my words.

She went silent.  I nibbled her clit once more.  Her hands were still now.  I think her eyes must have opened widely, staring into the star filled sky, as her husband lay fucking her with his tongue.

“ … slowly, she began,.. Ohhhhh, yessss, yesss,.. Danny.  Yes, my Danny,.. eat me, baby.  Eat Joanne’s pussy, baby.  She squirmed more eagerly, more excitedly against my face her high heels pressed against my back.  “Yes, baby, that’s it Danny, suck mommy’s clit, darling.  Oh, that feels so.. mmmmm, good, darling.  Then fill mommy with that big young dick, too. Mmmmmm!”

I sucked her clit hard, sending a shudder through her body.  Her hands let go of the panties and clasped my head, pressing me into her dripping crotch. 

“That’s it.. Danny, slip your tongue into Joanne.  Come on sweetheart; give me that tongue.  You forgot to tongue me last time, baby, but make up for it now.  Oh, honey, you are soooo good.  Ohhh, god, that feels gooood.  Oh, oh, oh! Yes, my young stud!”

I could feel her heels dig into my back, urging me on. Her body was tense and I knew she was getting close.

“Danny!  Now! Hurry! Put it in. Put it in! Put it in me, Danny.  Put it in and fuck me, sweetheart.  Fuck me NOW!

My cock was rampant and achingly rigid.  I fell forward and felt her guiding me to her entry.  

“Here, baby, here!  Let me put it in for you, Danny.  Oh, ohhh! That’s it. There.  Now!”

I thrust easily into the hot tunnel of her pussy.  My balls slapped her ass as the hard bone of our mounds slammed together.  I spread her legs wide, my hands on her nylon covered ankles.  Joanne thrust onto my cock again and again.  Her breath came in short pants in time with her eager thrusting.

“Oh, Danny, it’s so BIG!  Feels.. GOOD!  Shove it in, baby, shove it in!”  She hurled out the words, filled with pure lust.

I felt her muscle tighten around me as I plunged in and out, my cock hard and glistening wet with Joanne’s juices and what Danny had spurted deep into her vagina.  It was deliciously slippery, and I could feel all the rills and ribbles of her vagina thrilling the thousands of nerve endings around the head of my cock.

I let go her legs and lay flat on top of her.   I felt her close her legs under me, tightening the grip on my cock.  My balls tensed, and my toes pointed in the tension of a building orgasm.

“Dannnnnnny, cum in me.  Cum in mommy!” she whispered demandingly in the middle of a wrenching orgasm.  Her body shook, she flailed her arms like a snow angel and thrust against me.  I felt the hot sperm shooting up the stem of my cock.  My clenched toes dug into the manicured turf of hole number 3 of the Cypress Hills Country Club.

I withdrew my relaxed, soggy cock and lay back alongside Joanne.  On the plaid blanket,  we stared up at the star-filled sky.  I slipped my hand once again over her warm mound, fingering the sodden gusset of her panties into place and fondled her slowly and soothingly.

“Oh,.. honey.  I feel so … so.. good!” she said.  

“Mmmm hmm!”  I agreed.   I pressed my lips against hers.  Our tongues lazily chased each other around inside our mouths.  Still, I could taste the strangeness in her mouth.

“You have to stop doing that, you know. Why do you do that?”  she said, breaking the kiss and then pecking my lips instead. 

“What?”

“You know!” she giggled a little. “Making me pretend that you are Danny; it’s so silly, really!”

“It’s nice knowing The Swan is still flying southwest, eh?”  I said.

“Yes, Jack.” She said, very quietly.