my two wives part 2 - Sex Stories

my two wives part 2

... and joking with Michael. After they left, he would confide that she was the wife or daughter of a local lawyer or banker and was a ‘great screw!’ After a couple of weeks I got the impression that most of the women attending of the golf club were his conquests. I needed to introduce him to Jill. He had met her once, on one of her rare visits to the club and, although he hadn’t spent much time in our company, he had danced with her a couple of times. When I suggested to Jill that we should attend the club more often she wasn’t keen. She had no friends there, and didn’t particularly like the type of women who frequented the place. I mentioned my new friend Michael. Oh, yes she remembered him as most charming and a very good dancer. If we were could spend some time in his company then she would give the club a chance. We visited the following evening, had dinner and a few drinks with Michael before he and Jill spent the remainder of the evening chatting on a subject of mutual interest – golf. The game bores me stiff, knocking little balls into holes with a bent stick never appealed to me, but Jill likes to watch on TV and expressed an interest in learning to play. As we left Michael gave Jill a peck on the cheek and they arranged to meet the following afternoon – so long as I didn’t mind – to try a couple of short holes at the club. Of course I didn’t mind – it was the opening to the relationship I had been hoping for. She had her training session with Michael and thoroughly ...

... enjoyed it. So long as I didn’t mind they would like to do the same again the following week; she was starting to get the hang of the game. Of course I didn’t mind. The following week they had another practice session and then a light meal at the club before Michael drove her home. As she entered the house she was very angry, livid in fact. As he dropped her off, Michael had tried to kiss her and she had slapped him. God, I thought, he’s ruined everything! She was just saying that she didn’t want to see Michael, or go to the club, again when the telephone rang. It was Michael wanting to speak to Jill. She was reluctant, but eventually agreed to speak to him. She started by being angry with him but gradually calmed down, and ended up laughing with him. Apparently he was very sorry if he had upset her, the kiss had been meant as a friendly gesture, nothing else. He was forgiven and their golf practice continued. I was relieved. I met with Michael several times over the next couple of weeks in the club bar for a few drinks. As part of my plan I invited Michael back to our house for the following Monday night to watch a Rugby game on TV, have a few beers, and perhaps watch a movie on video. Jill was going to be out until late, attending a birthday party for one of her school colleagues. When Monday came I hired an erotic, but not pornographic movie, retrieved a few ‘special’ videos of Jill from their hiding place and bought in a few beers. Michael arrived dead on time at 7:00 pm, ...