The Country Club,

I married a man several years my senior, divorcing his wife to marry me. At the time I worked for him in the Marketing Department and I was 27 years old. Like many younger wives I had two kids and settled into the life that he promised me. When my kids got to the age that they were at school all day (I was in my mid thirties then) I spent a lot of time at the Country Club. I wasn't raised with golf, but I tried and played in a foursome with three other women, all older than me. Mildred suggested to me one day that what I needed was private lessons and she could arrange with Joe to take me on as one of his pupils. Joe was the club's golf pro, a man in his mid fifties, very handsome and fit and a very good golfer.

When I met with him on the putting green he gave me a series of verbal instructions, how to hold the club, how to stand, that sort of thing, he showed me and told me to practice. That was it, ten minutes. The next game with Mildred she asked me if I had met with Joe and I told her I did and what he suggested. She smiled and said something like "Oh, no, sweetie you need private lessons, he can do wonders for your self esteem". She went on that she would talk to Joe. My next lesson he took a bit more time and then suggested that we go inside where we could practice my swing on the simulator. He stood behind me and put his arms around me and held me with his arms helping me maneuver my swing. While I was in his arms like that he told me that part of my problem was that I was too big on top and that was interfering with my swing as he pushed my arms through the swing telling me exactly where my boobs were causing my arms not to swing freely. He didn't let me go, we stood up straight but he kept his arms around me and told me that I may not have the boobs for golf, but I had a great set of boobs, he wanted to see what size they were so he could help me get a sports bra.

He picked a couple of sports bras off of the sales floor and took me into the dressing room and tried to get my shirt up over my arms. My embarrassment took a hold of me and he quickly said that he had seen so many boobs in his career, boobs were the single biggest reason women couldn't play golf and to tell the truth he really admired a real nice set of boobs and he was sure I wouldn't disappoint him. He got behind me and lifted my shirt again and I had to raise my arms and he took my shirt off, he unid my bra and released my boobs. I covered them with my arms but he took my arms in his hands and pulled them off insisting that he wanted to get a good look at my boobs. With my arms by my side he told me he was a boob man, some men liked legs, some men liked ass, but he liked boobs, nice boobs that fit in a man's hands, boobs that a man could play with, there was nothing worse than a flat chested woman. When he kissed me and I pushed back he told me Mildred had told him to take care of me and no one said no to Mildred.

He grabbed my skirt and told me to get it off, he wanted the whole thing, every last inch of naked flesh, that I had made him hot and when Joe got hot he went straight for the hole in one. His commands were to get naked, not a stitch on, not even contact lenses, he wanted to enjoy me the way I was born. His erection was real, he was tanned and fit all over, he helped me sit on the dressing bench and he opened my legs and talked about how good it was, better even than the eighteenth hole, he liked it fresh and wet and he stood me up and turned me around and fucked me from behind. It wasn't a little fuck, it was full on fuck, with grabbing and fucking and asking me to give him a blow by blow description of what I was feeling, he put his hands under my arms and grabbed my boobs and pulled me up straight with his cock inside of me and told me that I was great pussy, that Mildred had been right, I was one good piece of ass.

From then on, after my golf lesson he gave me the keycard to a room in the small hotel attached to the club. I went first and he came after and he fucked me there. There wasn't any use in resisting, it didn't help. I got lessons two times a month and I got fucked two times a month. Always the same but always different, Joe could make me orgasm, Joe could make me stand and wait for him in the room until I was beyond ready when he opened the door. Joe gave private lessons to the ladies, he expected nice tips from them but from me he told me he did it out of sheer pleasure, he liked to fuck me. Mildred had a lesson a couple of times a month, Margaret too. When I heard that Veronica was taking private lessons from him I got jealous, she was younger than me and she had played golf in college and I was scared that she was going to be his pleasure girl. But Veronica wasn't his type, she had small boobs, a great golfer and perpetually fit, but Joe was a boob man and Veronica was flat or pretty close to it. Her boobs didn't interfere with her swing.

It is too bad that Joe got older and he took retirement when he was 65 and moved to Arizona. On his last day at the club he came to see me in the room and told me it had been a great ride and he was going to miss me. That is the only day that I met Joe in the room and we didn't have sex. We talked and had a great big hug and he left. I miss Joe. I really do. So does Mildred and Margaret, he left behind a dedicated group of girls. So does Veronica, she fought hard for Joe to pay attention to her. She is just so flat chested but a much better golfer than we are.

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by Anonymous on Feb 12, 2019 at 2:24 AM

I so want to believe this story. In fact I do. Tell me , did he fuck your anus ? Did he shove his tongue in your anus ?
Did he suck your wet throbbing clit ?

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by Anonymous on Feb 12, 2019 at 6:05 AM

Lol, OMG this is such B.S. I'm sure a woman is just going to let some guy get away with this.

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by Anonymous on Feb 12, 2019 at 3:05 PM

It's true. All these bitches are neglected and joe was there for them when they needed someone. I've read it in several magazines for women. No, she never thought it would go that far. But, it just happened.

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by Anonymous on Feb 12, 2019 at 11:32 PM

I'll be the new Joe. I can coach golf and fuck the daylights out of you!

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by Anonymous on Apr 6, 2019 at 5:17 PM

Yah, old joe.. It reminds me of 'old blue' that '67 utility pickup we used to have at the station.. There finally comes a day..

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