Jack was an avid golfer, loved playing the game though he was far from being a pro. Even his lovely wife Jill loved playing the game, though not nearly as frequently as he did. Though Jack played nearly every Sunday with his buddies, and whenever else he could sneak away from work to get in nine wholes, once a month he and Jill went out onto the links together.
He'd become well known around the clubhouse, a private course where he and Jill were members. As such, they had a standing early morning tee-time, first out which they both loved. And since it was only the two of them, they could play without worry of having to wait on anyone, as well as playing fast enough that no one else stood behind pushing them either.
They stood on the practice putting green waiting for their names to be called.
"Care to make any wagers today honey?" she asked.
It was something they usually did just to keep the game interesting and competitive between them. Besides keeping track of the number of strokes different between them playing their handicaps, they'd included their own little variation of awarding points based on number of fairways safely reached, closest to the pin on greens, as well as the number of putts taken to put the ball in the hole.
"Of course!" Jack grinned feeling pretty good this morning. He'd been putting really well on the practice green, something his wife wasn't nearly as good at doing. Even with the number of strokes/points he'd have to spot her, he was confident he'd certainly win today, as he had done ninety percent of the time. "So, what do you want to wager today? A back rub? Foot massage?"
"I was thinking something a little more valuable this time."
"Oh yeah? What?"
"Like that tennis bracelet I've had my eye on."
"Shit Jill, that's a little steep don't you think?'
"What? You actually worried I just might beat you this time? Chicken!"
"I don't know honey, it's just that..."
Jill interrupted him. "I'll even make it a little more interesting for you as a little side game. However many strokes or points I'm behind, I'll give you the same number of strokes with my hand. How's that sound?"
""Right here? On the course?"
"Why not? We're the first one's out, we should have plenty of privacy between holes with all the trees and such. Still chicken?"
Jack thought for a moment. "Ok, but if I win, then I want that new set of clubs I've been looking at," he threw at her, figuring upon hearing that Jill would back down.
"Deal!" she said holding out her hand just as their names were called.
"Meoff?" Mr. And Mrs. Jack Meoff to the first tee please!"
"That's us!" Jill grinned heading over to the women's tee-box.
Playing from the blue tees was a bit of an additional handicap for Jack. Jill really was an excellent golfer in her own right. She hadn't exactly "crunched" the ball as Jack called it, but she'd hit it reasonably straight out into the middle of the fairway. Jack tee'd off driving his ball far with just the perfect fade, landing it a good forty yards further than where his wife's ball lay.
"Nice drive," she told him as he caught up to her.
"You sure you want to keep this wager?" he questioned haughtily.
"A bets a bet," she told him simply as she began to address her ball.
Once again Jill hit a fairly decent shot, though still well short of the green. Jack hit straight and true nearly reaching it in two, leaving himself an easy chip-shot on, and more than likely a very possible birdie attempt. Unless Jill got lucky, Jack was going to score several points on their very first hole!
"You're going to take a bath on this one baby!" he told her as he had indeed put it close enough for a simple tap-in for his bird. Jill made bogie, or one over par putting her behind the eight-ball. As they strode over towards the second hole, Jill spotted a small copse of trees overhanging the 'on-deck' bench.
"This seems private enough," she stated. "Let's see, three points, three strokes." Fishing inside his pants, Jill gave her husbands prick three nice, but almost too short strokes of the hand before removing it.
"Seems hardly worth the effort," Jack commented tucking himself away once again.
"Oh did I forget to mention? I'll make them cumulative," she stated.
"Yeah, three for the first hole added to any more you might score on me as well."
Jack was beginning to like the idea of that. Getting a nice little 'reward' between holes for what was turning out to look like a very good day for him was as good as it gets. "Oh yeah, golf and a hand job!" he laughed pridefully. "It can't get any better than this. Oh wait! Yes it can! That... and a brand new set of clubs!"
Jill smiled. "You're up."
It was a short part three. And though they both reached the green, Jack had easily placed his ball inside his wife's effectively giving him yet another point. "That's four," he told her smiling.
"You still have to put it in," she told him gamely.
He gave her a wicked look, "I'd like to," he leered placing his hand over the obvious bulge in his crotch giving it a quick caress.
"Tell you what honey, remember how you once told me you'd love to actually fuck me on a golf course?"
"Yeah," he said grinning even bigger now.
"Well, if you reach ten points on me before we finish the front nine, I'll let you do just that on that secluded little par 3 on the back nine. Though you can only use whatever number of points/strokes your up on me by then. How's that sound?"
To Jack, it sounded like heaven!
Jill led him off to one side, once again giving him four longer, though slower strokes with her hand. His prick was hard, stiff and aching. "Oh fuck!" he moaned pleasurably, then groaned sadly as she finally released him stepping away.
"Sorry honey, that's only four!" she reminded him.
He didn't mind though. He was four up now, with seven holes yet to play. The odds of him reaching his ten before making the turn were well within his favor. In fact, he had been a bit surprised Jill hadn't asked for twelve, even fifteen points by then as he'd beaten her by ten or more on several occasions.
The next hole was a long par five. Forth hardest hole on the course, and though he'd be giving up a stroke to her on this one because of their handicaps, he was still confident he'd take the hole anyway with his edge on distance. This was definitely a driving hole.
Jack hit it hard, long and straight right down the middle of the fairway, just as he was confident he would do, even though he had done so with a bit of an erection.
"You're up," he said leaning over somewhat awkwardly to retrieve his tee.
"Little uncomfortable are we?" Jill asked snickering.
He merely grinned. "Not as uncomfortable as you might be with that sweet little ass of yours pressed against the short green on number eleven," he reminded her.
She laughed. "Fairly certain you're going to fuck me are we?" she challenged. "Guess we'll see!"
Jill addressed the ball, driving it. It wasn't one of her better attempts. They both stood watching as it began to fade slightly, and though hitting the fairway, it rolled at an angle once doing so into the second cut.
"I do believe that's another point," he whistled happily grabbing his cart and began heading down the fairway towards his ball.
By the time they had finished the hole, he'd picked up another two points. He was already leaning against the backside of a nearby tree, cock out all nice hard and stiff, waiting for her as she strolled up next to him. "I believe that's now six... with six still to play," he said victoriously. "Sure you'd just not rather give in now? Might save you the embarrassment of losing, not to mention getting fucked on a golf course," he teased her.
Jill didn't respond, as she stood beside him giving Jack's hard aching cock six very firm, though pleasurably soft slow strokes.
They tied the next hole, which wasn't too much of a surprise however as it was an easy par 3. Thus Jack remained up only six points as he headed for the small outdoor bathroom adjacent to the next tee box.
"Don't you dare do anything but pee!" she informed him. "Anything more than that will be considered a violation of rules, and automatic forfeit," she threatened. Admittedly, the thought had crossed his mind. He returned several minutes later having found it very difficult to even pee as Jill caught up to him on the backside of the restroom. Immediately she unzipped him, fishing his semi-erect member out of his pants.
"We tied that last one," he stated.
"I know... but zero's still a number. And like I said, cumulative!" So once again Jack stood as Jill lovingly gave his now reawakened prick another six slow strokes.
He gained yet another point on the next hole but was now growing a bit nervous. With three holes left to play, he still needed three points for his ten. He grew even more nervous when his drive, not nearly as straight and as true as he'd been doing all day rolled into the high grass off the fairway. He had noticed the ever-growing wet spot on the front of his beige slacks, distracting him as he'd addressed the ball. Had it not been for the fact that Jill failed to stay in the fairway herself, he'd have actually lost a point instead of staying even with her. He gained one of his three by landing his ball once again inside of hers on the green. Then stood expectantly holding on to the 'on-deck' bench as Jill approached him, the smile on her face looking almost determined.
"What's say we forgo the hand jobs?" she asked him.
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