It was not a very nice day for golf but Ben was determined to have a game after several weeks without hitting a ball. He’d asked his fellow golfers if anyone was available but they were all too busy or so they said; he reckoned they didn’t want to play in the cold, damp conditions that prevailed today. Anyway, he hired a buggy and went out onto the practice green and tried a few short putts.
He noticed the woman who had just come out of the Pro Shop but paid little attention as he concentrated on improving his putting and tried a long one which died a few feet short of the hole.
“Oh bad luck” said a female voice behind him and he turned and saw that the woman had brought her trolley to the green and was preparing to do some practicing herself.
“Hello” said Ben and watched her as she slid a short putt into the middle of the hole. “Are you playing today?”
The woman looked up and gave him a small grin. “Yes, I thought I’d see how it’s going.”
Ben walked over to her. She was a good looking woman, early forties he thought as he studied her a little more closely. Ben was forty eight himself and liked what he saw. She was not fat but had a full figure with brown hair tinged with wisps of grey, a fleecy red jacket and grey trousers.
“Would you care to join me in my buggy?” said Ben, “I’ve got no partner today.”
“Why thank you kind sir” she said with a cheeky little grin. “I wasn’t looking forward to lugging my trolley round in this mud. I’ll take it back to the club house.”
“Here let me put your bag on the buggy.”
He lifted her bag of clubs off her trolley and loaded it onto his buggy while she wheeled her trolley back to the club house.
“Ready when you are” she said and Ben returned his putter to his own bag and climbed onboard, soon joined by the woman.
He held out his hand to her. “My name’s Ben” he said. “Ready to play?”
She took his hand. “The name’s Mary and I’m ready willing and able”
The first tee was some distance and Ben manoeuvred the buggy through the mud wondering if she was a competent golfer.
“Do you have a handicap?” he asked at last as they approached the tee.
“Oh yes” she replied and placed her hands under her full breasts and juggled them up and down. “These are my handicap.”
Ben laughed out loud. “My word,” he said at last. “I can see they might not help with a full swing but I bet they’re fun in other circumstances.”
“Oh you are naughty” she said in a parody of a well known television comedian. “Yes they are fun ‘in other circumstances’ as you so rightly say. Trouble is they don’t get too much fun lately.”
Ben pulled the buggy to a stop beside the tee. He took his driver out and offered Mary the first shot which she took with a most professional swing that sent the ball in a high arc and she gave a little shout of joy as it landed just to the left hand edge of the fairway, a drive of at least a hundred and fifty yards. While Ben’s tee shot was twenty yards further it landed in a bunker and he gave a gruesome grin as they set off. Mary’s next shot was straight and true and landed in the middle of the green. Ben’s attempted escape from the sand could only send the ball another twenty yards and he had to play again from the fairway.
“Good shot” crowed Mary as his ball landed on the green but still a long way from the hole and his long putt ended close so that he was able to hole it for a pathetic six. Mary’s ball disappeared into the hole for a good par for the hole and she turned to Ben with a delighted grin on her face.
“Well done” said Ben ruefully and as Mary joined him at the buggy he gave her a little peck on the cheek.
“Well, they didn’t seem to hamper you much” he said nodding down at her breasts.
She giggled. “You should see them under different circumstances.”
“I’d very much like to” Ben responded and felt a small surge of desire.
The rest of the game went well, neither of them really getting the upper hand although Ben won eventually by two shots. They returned to the club house and bought coffee for them both.
"Do you have any plans for lunch” said Mary. "I was going to knock up something quick after the game. Would you like to join me?"
“That's very kind of you. Thank you” said Ben and when they had finished their coffee they loaded their bags and Mary’s trolley then Ben followed her car through the village until they reached a nice detached bungalow on the outskirts and parked in the drive.
While Mary busied herself in the kitchen Ben went into the lounge. There was a huge television set on one wall and Ben saw a video box lying on the carpet near his feet. He picked it up and when he turned it over saw that the picture on the front was of a tall black man and a blonde woman having sex in very minute graphic detail.
Just then Mary came back in carrying a tray of coffee and she gave a cup to Ben. They sat quietly whilst they drank their coffee and Ben wondered how things were going to pan out; he knew what he wanted and he thought that Mary wanted it too but he didn’t know how to set the ball rolling.
After a period of painful silence Ben put his cup down on the side table and turned to Mary and took her cup away and placed it next to his then slowly placed his arm round her shoulders and kissed her softly. She responded eagerly and Ben's cock tingled between his thighs as he felt her full breasts pressing sensuously against his chest.
“Ben” she said at last, “I’m not sure about this. I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband before but just being with you has brought back all the happy memories we used to enjoy in our younger days. I have to admit that we enjoyed sex, we used to have fantasies about where we could do it and would then try to play out our fantasies. We did it on a bus once sitting on the front of the top of a bus with a man sitting about ten rows behind us. We even did it in a cinema once too.”
Mary paused but then went on in a quiet voice whilst Ben continued to circle her breasts with his hand. “About two years ago Graham had an accident and he’s been paralysed from the waist down ever since. He has no feeling whatsoever below the waist including his .....” She broke off slightly embarrassed. “What I mean is he cannot use his cock at all and although the doctors say that he may get some feeling back eventually it does mean that we haven’t ..... you know, we haven’t done it for over two years.”
“Have you tried anything with him” said Ben, “any sort of stimulation I mean?”
“Oh yes. I’ve tried oral on him many times and even tried some anal experiments but nothing works.”
Ben sat quietly his hand now gently kneading her breasts and she laid her head on his shoulder obviously enjoying his touch.
“I am so sorry” he said at last. “It can’t be a very happy time for you when you liked to enjoy yourselves so much and I quite understand how you feel. Why don’t we just sit here and have another coffee and you can decide what you’d like to do. You know how I feel by now but I don’t want to spoil things for you. By the way, where is your husband?”
“He’s in hospital having more tests. He’ll be there till six at the latest so we’re quite safe but what I’m worried about is that he will know when he sees me that something has happened. He can read me like a book.”
“Nothing much has happened” said Ben and took his hand away.
“That’s the problem” replied Mary quickly. “I want it to happen and I want it to happen now. I just can’t wait any longer and if it’s not with you it’ll be someone else.” With that she flung her arms round his shoulders and buried her head in his shoulder. “I want to so badly but I don’t know if I can.”
“What would Graham say if he knew that you had had sex with me? He might just be happy for you.”
“Knowing him he probably would but it’s going behind his back that worries me. We never have secrets from each other.”
“Why not tell him what you want to do. You can say you've met someone who is willing if you like. If he’s happy for you I’ll gladly come round and meet him first.”
Mary sniffed back her tears. “You’re too good for me” she said softly. “I’m going to do it like you ask. I’ll give him some fun tonight, get him really randy and then see if I can talk him into it. I will ring you tonight if that’s OK with you. Hope I don’t get your wife!”
“Should be alright. She goes to bed at nine so I’ll wait up for you. Take your time, have fun and I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
“Thanks Ben, you’re an angel.” She reached across and gave him a kiss and ran her hand down between his legs. “Keep it warm for me” she added with a grin.
Ben gave her a hug and let his hand wander down her backside and slipped his hand between her legs before releasing her.
“I’d better go or I might end up doing something I didn’t ought to” he said.
He left her then and made his way to the nearest pub and had a pint of beer before driving home.
His wife went to bed at her usual time and Ben sat in front of the television not seeing what was being shown but visualising sex with Mary so that when the phone rang just after ten his hand shook as he answered.
It was a man’s voice and his opening words made Ben shiver with frustration. “So you want to shag my wife?”
“Who is this?” said Ben feeling that all was lost.
There came a distinct chuckle. “Relax Ben. This is Graham Sandwell. Mary has told me all about your games today, both on and off the course. I understand she has told you all about us and what she wants to do.”
“Oh” responded Ben. “I have to say, Graham that Mary is a wonderful woman and when she suggested that I help her out I wouldn’t be sane in the head to refuse but she obviously loves you which is why I suggested she tells you everything.”
“I appreciate that Ben. I think Mary told you that this paralysis could go away and I was thinking that if I knew you were with her, and I do mean fucking her, it might help me too as I have had some tingling sensations when she sucks my dick.”
Somewhat bemused Ben replied. “I leave it up to you to decide. Just give me a ring and perhaps I could buy you a drink and we could have a chat.”
“OK. How about coming round tomorrow afternoon. Mary will be out for a while so if you could make two o’clock that would give us time for a chat.”
“Fine” said Ben. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ben was early the following day and Graham met him at the door in his wheelchair.
When they were settled Graham threw a can of beer to Ben. “This is really an unheard of situation mate” he said. “It’s not often that a man asks a comparative stranger if he would fuck his own wife. I’ve told you all you need to know but I need you to tell me about yourself.”
“Fair enough” said Ben. “My name is Ben Martin and I am married to Pat who is a bit older than me. We have never had what you might call a good sex life and indeed she has really virtually given up. I have a distinct feeling that she’s a bit of a lesbian at heart but I can’t really put a finger on why I think that. Anyway, I’ve always wanted a lot of sex and I do have a married lady friend who can manage to meet me on far too few occasions so I am always on the lookout for a new partner. Meeting Mary on the golf course was pure chance and after a few jokes about balls and holes I came to the conclusion that she was, shall I say, possibly available. At that time I didn’t know she was married nor about your own circumstances so that’s how the situation is at the present time.”
“How do you feel about me being around?” asked Graham.
“I’m not sure what you mean” replied Ben. “Do you want to be there when .....” He broke off not wanting to say it.
“No, not in person. That would not be a good situation for you. I would be in the house of course. Does that worry you?”
“Not really if I know for certain that you approve” said Ben.