Hidden Lusts - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Hidden Lusts - Part 3

... but I couldn't really make it out.

I lined up my putt, took a deep breath, fought off the effects of all the alcohol I had consumed, and made the putt. Belle and Mandy let out a cheer and yelled some encouragement to me and Sam just walked off to the cart grabbing another seltzer and fireball shot from the cooler. Belle ran up to me and gave me a VERY passionate kiss on the lips. She pulled away and I recovered from the surprise onslaught. "You got this James! I know how badly you want to break 80 and you're going to do it! Do NOT let that asshole get in your head!" Belle was right. I could par 18 and still break 80. I didn't need a birdie. No biggie with the way I was playing! On top of that, the 18th hole was a straight par 4 that was only 350 yards long. The only trouble was a little stream down in a gorge that was 20 yards in front of the green. We got up to the tee and I took out my driver.

"Woah! Watch out for Mr. Big Swinging Dick over here pulling out a driver!" Sam said as he grabbed his 3 wood. "Think you can keep that straight with what's on the line? I know the REAL reason why you want to break 80." he snickered. "Your honors." he waved to the open teebox.

I was amped and my adrenaline was racing through my body. Not only was I thinking about breaking 80, but I was thinking about what Sam had said about "letting" Belle suck his dick. To everyone else that would have heard, it would've been a crude joke. I knew better though. After witnessing last night ...

... and also that I had shared my fantasy with him, I knew he was trying to get in my head. I looked down the fairway as I was standing over the ball and then crushed my drive right down the middle. Sam gawked at the ball streaking through the air. "Holy shit! You do want to see Belle suck my dick!" he laughed. This was a win-win situation for Sam. Either I broke 80 and he could "joke" about Belle sucking his dick and me secretly wanting that, OR he would know his comment got to me because I couldn't shake the image of my gorgeous wife on her knees in front him. He was already down about $40 on our dot game, so me not breaking 80 would at least make him a little happy on that front too.

I just shook my head and walked back to my cart not even caring about proper etiquette and watching him hit. He was drunk and probably wouldn't even break 95 anyways. WHACK! "FUCK!" Yep. Sam hit it OB and Mandy and Belle laughed at him again. I hopped in the cart with Belle and drove off to find my ball.

"James, that last shot was amazing! I'm so happy I'm here to witness this moment! You got this babe!" Belle was so excited as she hugged tight against my arm as I was driving. The smile on her face put me at ease. I was glad she was here too. She made my life better in every way possible.

We were getting closer to where my ball should be, but I couldn't see it. Shit! Did it roll into the stream? No way. That would've been a 330 yard drive. It's possible, but that would've been one of my ...