Chapter 10
"Thanks, Mom," Pam said feelingly as she kissed her mother good morning the next day. Carol smiled in response.
"For what?" Jack asked, his nose buried, in the newspaper.
"Tell you later," Pam replied. "Going out today, Mom?"
Carol shrugged. "I didn't have anything else planned, so I thought I'd play golf."
"Sounds like you're enjoying golf," Jack said, rattling the paper loudly as he looked for the funnies. "You going to play with Dad? He said he might play today."
"When did you see him? I thought you were sound asleep when he left."
"Ran into him in the bathroom after you'd gone downstairs," Jack explained. "Going to play with him?"
Jack's revelation was a surprise to Carol. Frank had said nothing to her about playing golf today. "I don't think so," Carol admitted. "I'm not really in his league yet. What are you kids going to do?"
Pam and Jack looked at each other and shrugged. The simple gesture expressed more than any words could have.
Leaving them to their own devices, Carol puttered around the house. As she worked, she took a hard look at her feelings toward Frank. Despite his neglect and infidelity, she felt a residue of love and affection for him. For a long time their marriage had been a good one. But, somewhere along the line, they had strayed apart, and only recently had Carol realized it. There seemed to be no real reason that their relationship could not be rebuilt.
"But I like screwing around," Carol told herself out loud. This got her thinking about Marje and Paul's system. They had had a similar problem, and had resolved it comfortably. Thinking it over, Carol could see no reason not to try the same thing with Frank. The thought of him screwing around with other women was not attractive, but she forced herself to admit it was no worse than what she had been doing recently. And if it was the only way to keep the family together, it was worth the price. The children at their age needed two parents more than ever. Young Jack especially needed Frank's advice and guidance.
Having made the decision to stay with Frank, Carol found a plan forming in the back of her mind. Quickly she dialed the country club and asked for George Maclntyre.
"George, is my husband there yet?" she asked the golf pro.
"Not yet, Mrs. Anderson."
"Well, what time does he usually arrive?"
George thought for a minute. "He usually gets here about one o'clock. He doesn't get to the first tee until two-thirty or so-after drinks and lunch."
"Thank you, George." She hung up and tapped her fingers restlessly as she worked out her scheme. It was extremely risky, but at this point she felt she had everything to gain and nothing to lose.
By two o'clock she was lurking behind the Pro Shop at the country club. She was dressed just as she had been the day she was out with Martin Lincoln. The knot in her stomach, this time was one of fear, not anticipated passion, though if things went right, there was a good bit of that ahead for her also.
She was enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face when she heard Frank's familiar voice, and those of two other men. They were all talking a shade too loudly, their words slurred. As Carol had hoped, they had all obviously had more than one drink before heading out to the course.
Frank was making some comment about wanting to make up a foursome when Carol stepped from behind the Pro Shop, lugging her golf clubs and trying to look innocent.
"Carol, what are you doing here?" Frank was obviously surprised.
Out of the corner of her eye, Carol saw a shapely brunette who was awkwardly carrying a bag of clubs turn pale and drop her load with a clatter. Carol grinned. "Why, I'm here to play golf."
"Say, Frank, introduce us to the little lady," one of the other men slurred.
"Uh . . . but ... " Frank was stumbling, trapped. "Sure. Harry Stample, this is my wife Carol."
Carol bowed slightly to the man, a portly gentleman with a thin mustache. "Pleased to meet you." Carol chuckled to herself at the way Harry's eyes lingered on her barely covered breasts.
"And you know Mark Hunter," Frank went on.
"Did I hear something about your needing a fourth?" Carol asked.
Before Frank could answer, Harry Stample spoke up. "Why, Mrs. Anderson, Frank didn't tell us you play golf. Why don't you make our fourth?"
"Well, I'm not very good yet," Carol said modestly.
"Neither are we," Harry replied gallantly. "We'd be charmed to have you along."
"Why, thank you very much." Carol noted Frank's unhappy expression. Since Harry Stample was the client, what he said was law and Frank couldn't contradict him. Carol was extremely pleased with herself.
"I'm sure you wouldn't mind if she shared my cart, would you, Frank?" Harry went on.
"Why, no, of course not," Frank choked out.
"Fine, fine. Shall we go?"
Feeling on top of the world so far, Carol played well enough to surprise everyone, including herself. She was no match for the men, but neither was she a hindrance. Even Frank was impressed with her capabilities.
By the time they had reached the fourth tee, all were at ease with one another. One of the golf carts had been stocked with a thermos of chilled martinis, and everyone was well oiled. Carol was to be the last to drive, and watched, amused, as Frank eyed the woods nervously just before driving straight down the fairway. Mark Hunter drove straight and true as well. It looked as if Harry Stample made an honest attempt at a good drive, as he succeeded in slicing directly into the woods. Carol smiled at Frank's sudden pallor.
Making sure her back was to Harry, Carol bent over and set up her ball. She could feel the client's eyes on her buttocks as her skirt went up in back. When she stepped around to take her position for the shot, she managed to nudge the ball off the tee with her toe. This time she was facing him as she bent over. Without looking up she knew his gaze went down her neckline all the way to her waist. He was red and sweating when she stood up and addressed the ball.
Standing with the driver in her hands, she clamped down on her nervousness and excitement. She tried to remember how she had sliced into the woods before, then drew back her club and said a silent prayer. The shot was perfect, ripping off the tee in a screaming slice that appeared to track exactly after Harry's.
"Oh, dam it," Carol moaned as she watched her ball disappear into the woods. "Looks like we're both in trouble."
Harry smiled, making his mustache bristle slightly. "Oh, I'm sure we can find our balls and drive out of trouble."
"We'll help you look," Frank offered eagerly.
"No, no, that's not necessary," Harry replied. "We won't have any trouble. Why don't you two go out where you balls are and finish out the hole? Carol and I will be with you in just a shake, I'm sure."
Frank started to protest, but his eye was caught by his boss'. Mark Hunter wagged his head negatively and Frank gave in. "Okay. But if you need any help, just holler." His words were obviously for Carol.
"Wonder how we can get in there to look," Harry said as he drove the golf cart.
"There's a little path right over here," Carol directed.
"Sounds to me like you've been here before," Harry observed.
"Several times," Carol admitted. "I always seem to have trouble off the fourth tee. To tell you the truth, I haven't made a full round of this course yet."
"Oh, really? What happened?"
They reached the end of the track and Carol got down from the cart gracefully, letting her skirt slip indecently high up on her thigh. "It's so beautiful in here, I always get distracted. I imagine our balls are over this way." She led the way in the direction of the clearing, feeling Harry's stare on her back. She let her hips roll gracefully.
They entered the clearing, and Harry gazed around. "I see what you mean; it certainly is beautiful."
"And totally isolated," Carol noted. "You can't even tell where the fairway is."
"Like the Garden of Eden," Harry contributed.
Carol turned to face him. "Isn't it?" she replied. Her voice was husky and loaded with meaning.
Harry hesitated only a second before reaching for her. His lips pressed hers, his mustache prickling her nose. She let her body sag against his and was pleased to feel that although he was portly, it was mostly muscle and not fat. His hands cupped her ass, sliding the skirt up over her bare buttocks.
In a few seconds she was lying nude in the grass as he stood over her, unfastening his pants. He was silhouetted against the sky as she looked up at him. He kicked away his shoes and pants and settled to the grass beside her. "We'd better hurry. Your husband will be wondering what's happened to us."
Carol slowed his impatient hands. "Don't worry; he doesn't know about this clearing," Carol lied.
Harry's hands were soft, office worker's hands, and the change from her other lovers' hard hands was refreshing as he massaged her breasts. She stripped him of his shirt, leaving him as nude as she as they rolled in the grass. She prolonged the foreplay as long as possible, until they were both roaring-hot with passion. Finally she was unable to stall him off any longer and he pressed her on her back. His heavy body crushed the breath from her as he moved on top of her. His bulk made it difficult for him to get his prick in her.
"On our sides," Carol gasped. They tumbled to their sides and tried a different angle. This time he succeeded and his cock drilled smoothly into her cunt. She had maneuvered him around so that his back was to the path to the fairway. As he pumped his cock into her, she managed to respond and keep an eye out for intruders at the same time.
His prick was smaller than average, but he made up for this in his technique, screwing his cock around inside her in a variety of different angles and motions. Carol found herself responding more and more, until an orgasm broke over her. Still he screwed her, and she rose again to a climax just as he began to come with a series of slow, but powerful, pulses of sperm into her cunt. For a few minutes they clung together, then sagged apart, his cock slipping from her cunt.
Carol opened her eyes to see Mark Hunter at the edge of the clearing. Sprawling naked on the grass, she smiled in open invitation to him. "Where's Frank?" she asked.
"I left him back on the fairway," Mark answered, unable to tear his eyes from Carol's naked body. His cock was rising in his pants. "I was afraid of what he might do."
"Who's going to do anything?" Carol asked, rolling to her feet. She moved toward Mark, and he tried to back into the woods, coming to a halt against a tree. His cock was rising rapidly as she approached. She posed before him, proudly naked, feeling his eyes feast on her. Her nipples were stiff and hard with excitement. Her cunt was dripping with cum, hungry for more attention. She reached out to the helpless man and began to unbutton his shirt. His hands reached for her breasts, lifting them, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. She quickly bared his chest, rubbing her fingers through the sprinkling of gray hair before reaching for his belt. It yielded quickly and she let his pants drop around his ankles and reached for his jockey shorts. His cock was like a tent pole beneath them. Her mouth was watering with excitement as she lowered them, kneeling in front of him to do so. His cock was level with her mouth, and after stripping him of his shorts, she took the base of his prick with both hands and licked at its rosy head, guiding her moves. She sucked and tongued the big tool happily, her gut boiling with excitement. Her excitement triggered an orgasm, making her suck even harder on his cock, drawing it toward the back of her throat. His hips were rolling and thrusting now, driving his cock into her as he pulled her head toward him with his hands, his fingers tangled in her hair.
Faster and faster they moved, her fingers playing with his balls, reaching behind them for the sensitive ridge of flesh in front of his anus. Suddenly, another pair of hands was on Carol, reaching around from behind her, gripping her breasts and squeezing them. Harry Stample had arisen from the grass and was pressing his naked body against her back as he squeezed her full boobs. Carol came again with a rush, crying out around the mouthful of cock she had. Evidently the vibrations of her voice were all it took and Mark Hunter's balls tightened up against the base of his cock. Muscles squeezed and valves opened, and pounding hot jets of cum were roaring down the channel of his cock. Carol tried to pull her head back, but his hands jammed her down on him harder than ever. The first spoutings of cum splashed against the back of Carol's throat, threatening to choke her, forcing her to swallow. Even as she battled to avoid being swamped in Mark's cum, another orgasm roared over her, bringing a new flood of juices pouring from her cunt. Harry Stample had been jamming the fingers of one of his hands into her juicy folds, and Carol's copious cum drenched them. Her breath whistled through her nose as she gulped down the last declining pulses of cum from Mark Hunter.
The man whose cock she had sucked finally released her, untangling his fingers from her hair, and Carol tumbled backward into Harry, unable to hold herself up. They sprawled on the grass, Harry trapped under her, his hard cock wedged between her buttocks. It nestled at the opening to Carol's rectum, a teasing, tantalizing probe. She squirmed slightly on top of him and felt his cock begin to wedge her asshole open.
A sudden noise made Carol open her eyes. Standing over them, her husband was tearing frantically at his clothes, overcome by his own lust.
Carol snarled up at him lustily, spreading her thighs open in invitation to him. With a cry, he stripped down his pants, baring his cock. Carol's eyes fastened on it hungrily. This was the cock she wanted above all others.
Behind her, Harry Stample was reaching around and squeezing her breasts with one hand, her cunt with his other. His cock was nestled in her anus, just barely prying the ring of muscle open. Carol squirmed slightly and he got the idea, drilling his prick up into her a little more. Even as he did so, Frank was removing Harry's hand from Carol's pussy and kneeling between her spread thighs. As Harry pumped his cock up into Carol's rectum, her husband nestled his already rock-hard prick at the entrance to her cunt and jammed it into her.
Harry's cock was halfway up her rectum, squeezing her vagina closed, giving Frank less room than usual. The stimulation for Carol was driving her delirious as the two men slowly bored up into the neighboring channels. She could feel the thin layer of flesh between her vagina and her rectum being squeezed and stretched by the two driving tools. The two men squashed her between them as they pumped their hips, ramming farther and farther into her, spitting her from two directions. They moved together, driving into her, and Carol had an orgasm that felt as if she were melting in hot acid, so delicious was the pain in her ass and so full was her cunt.
Finally both men seemed to reach bottom. Carol was stuffed with cocks, glutted with them, and her joy was unbearable. The two men buried in her began to move again, slowly at first, alternating, first one, then the other, and Carol went crazy. She felt something nudging her lips, and opened her eyes. Kneeling next to the writhing mass of bodies was Mark Hunter, his cock again hard and ready. Carol opened her mouth and accepted the big, exciting tool, still dripping with her saliva and his cum.
Carol turned her animal instincts loose, sucking wildly at Mark Hunter's cock, exploding with orgasm after orgasm as Harry and Frank rammed their cocks in and out of her cunt and rectum in an opposing rhythm that rolled and twisted her tissues between them. Mark's balls drew up against the base of his cock, and Carol sensed his coming. She rolled and gyrated her hips eagerly. Suddenly, everyone was coming at once. Frank blasted wads of semen up her cunt, his cock pulsing wildly with every shot. Harry's prick was rocketing matching blasts of sperm into her rectum. Carol's climax roared through her, an incredible explosion that left her barely capable of dealing with the flood of cum pouring into her mouth from Mark Hunter.
Carol felt glutted, bloated, inflated, and drowned as she absorbed the fantastic quantities of cum in every possible opening of her body. Finally, as Mark's spendings slowly died away, she wrenched her mouth from his cock, his final spurts spraying her face. Frank and Harry's spurtings declined slowly, leaving Carol trembling and jerking with uncontrollable muscle spasms from her own intense series of climaxes. The world slowly went dark around her, her ears ringing with joy. She was barely aware of Frank withdrawing from her. She hardly felt the jolt as she tumbled to the grass when Harry rolled her off of him. For a long time she lay on the grass, fighting to regain her breath.
After a while, she managed to roll weakly over onto her stomach and raise her head. Peering around, she found the clearing to be deserted except for her husband. Still nude, he was sitting on a fallen log, his head in his hands.
With cum streaming from her cunt and anus, Carol got to her knees and crawled over to him. She touched his shoulder and he tried to shrug her off.
"F-Frank," Carol choked. "I love you." There was no response. "Frank, I love you," she repeated.
He lifted his eyes and she almost cried at his expression of misery and exhaustion. Instinctively, she pulled him to her, cradling his head against her breasts. For a long time they huddled together in the clearing. Finally he lifted his head and they kissed. A simple kiss of love and affection, it started slowly, then began to grow. Carol felt her blood begin to simmer as their lips pressed and worked. His tongue probed her mouth tentatively and she admitted it. He tasted as she always remembered he had.
Without a word they tumbled to the grass. Their hands explored each other with tenderness and love, building their passions in slow, exciting steps. Carol was choked with love as Frank caressed her lovingly. Her hands were tenderly rediscovering the contours of his body from his head to his ankles. Soon they were both ready and he pressed her gently on her back. Sure of himself, he drove his cock up into her cunt with slow, steady, firm strokes. His return to her was uncompromising, complete, as he filled her cunt with himself. Carol let her hips move with his, surrendering herself completely to him. He drove her skillfully toward a climax, sending her roaring over the top, then triggering his own to match hers. As they climaxed together their lips met in a kiss that reunited them totally.
As they lay together, a warm island of love and tranquility, Carol wrapped her arms around him and hugged him to her tightly. The sun beamed down on them as they dozed in the center of the small clearing.