Leslie was Jerry’s smoking hot wife. We arranged for a chance meeting at a golf resort where we all played golf, then played with her.
A plan that comes together.
I have a casual friend I will call Jerry for this story, who has a smoking hot wife who will be called Leslie. Jerry was desperate to show her naked tits and body to others. I don’t blame him. She has an incredible figure. Leslie has a classic hourglass shape, with round smooth hips, and wonderful breasts. Her breasts look like they have been surgically enhanced, but Jerry swears they are all natural. I looked forward to the time when I would be able to confirm that fact in person. He and I plotted together to see how that could happen. That is what this story is all about.
Leslie was not the kind of girl to go out partying and get drunk, but she did like a glass or two of wine when they went out. We figured that a weekend away from home would put Leslie more in the mood to party and let her guard down, so we planned a weekend golf outing getaway for the two of them. I would just so happen to be at the same golf resort as them. The plan was for me to get a buddy (Bob) and we would have a foursome for golf. Leslie was a casual golfer, but she had a natural swing, according to Jerry. The story that we concocted for the weekend was for Jerry to tell Leslie that an old college professor friend of his (me) was going to be at the resort at the same time and that we all would play a round.
The resort was near Las Vegas. Bob and I flew in early on Saturday morning and took Uber out to the resort. The weather was perfect but still a bit unseasonably warm. We checked into our rooms and confirmed that Jerry and Leslie had arrived. We also checked on our Tee time, which was 11am. We met them at the club house and introductions were made. Leslie was indeed a beautiful girl. She was petite, only about 5 ft tall, probably only weighed about 100 lbs., but she was all woman. Jerry told me he would have her wear something sexy on the course so we would enjoy ourselves. He was the perfect person to choose her wardrobe since he wanted to show her off so badly.
Leslie was wearing short shorts and a thin tank top with spaghetti straps. And the most important item was what she did not wear, which was a bra. Her amazing tits were on display for us underneath that thin cotton top. Her nipples stood out like acorns in the air-conditioned clubhouse.
We had time to kill before our round of golf, so we went to the bar and ordered beer all around. We made small talk and Leslie felt very comfortable as one of the boys. We got a second round, and it was not long before we were telling off color jokes at each other’s expense, like men do. Leslie played along. It was time to start, so we ordered a cooler of beer for the course. We tee’d off from the first hole, and then drove our carts to the lady’s tee box for Leslie to hit from. Our eyes were all glued to her perfect ass as she bent over to set up her first shot. The beers she drank relaxed her, and she hit a nice drive in the fairway. She could play, apparently. I am sure she could feel our eyes glued to her as she swung her club.
The next several holes were mediocre as we all struggled to keep our minds on the game. Leslie had our full attention, and we really did not care how well we played. Bob gave her some “coaching” which just consisted of him standing in front of her as she stroked the ball, so he could look down her blouse. We all decided to help him coach.
Jerry was the one who decided to make the game more interesting by betting on the outcome. Whichever pair had the highest score, me and Bob, or Jerry and Leslie, had to buy drinks for the group back at their hotel room after the round. Since we had not eaten lunch, the beer was quickly having an effect. We all got very friendly with Leslie, and she seemed to relish the attention of three horny males. When one of us made a great shot, we would all high five and give hugs. She got more than her share of the hugs.
The last few holes started to get more serious. We wanted to finish up and get her back to their room for the winner’s beer. Leslie was feeling the alcohol and missed several shots towards the end. We let her keep trying to keep her interested in finishing the game on a positive note. At the end of the round, we were all a bit drunk and no one was sure what the score was. Didn’t matter since the real score, we hoped, would be in their room after we finished.
Leslie was happy to have played decently well and we told her what a natural golfer she seemed to be. We headed back to the clubhouse, grabbed another cooler of beer, and followed Jerry and Leslie to their room. She was staggering as she got out of the cart in front of their room. We helped her into the room. Someone turned on the TV to a music station. It was not long before Leslie was moving to the music. We all took turns slow dancing with her, and our hands were roaming all over her. Jerry got the party revved up by kissing her passionately as he eased the tank top off over her shoulders. She let him do it without any protest, which was a shock to me.
We all went wild at the sight of her being topless. Her dark pink nipples were stiff, and she was breathing hard, not knowing really what to do. Bob jumped in and slow danced with her. He crushed her breasts against his chest. I pulled off my shirt and cut in, dying to feel her gorgeous tits against my bare skin. She went along with our antics as if she knew this was the plan all along. Someone else got behind her and eased those short shorts off her ass. She stepped out of the without a care in the world. She paraded around the room in just her thong panties, and we just stopped and stared at her beautiful body.
She said, “hey, I am not the only one getting naked, it’s your turn, boys”. We did not have to be told twice. All of us stripped down to nothing and surrounded her. Jerry carried her to the bed and pulled off her thong. We could see her perfectly shaved pussy staring at us as her legs spread lazily on the bed. I could stand it no longer and dove down and began licking her lovely cunt. She gasped as my tongue landed on her clit. She grabbed my head and guided me into the best position to please her.
From my vantage point I could tell someone else had offered her his dick and she was busy sucking it. A set of hands were manipulating her glorious tits. (and her tits did feel real to me). She was the center of attention, and you could tell she loved it. She confessed, a day later, that she knew Jerry was up to something like what happened, so she just played along.
From that point on it was solid fucking by all of us into whatever hole she had available. She crawled on top of Jerry and I slipped in behind her as we penetrated her ass and pussy together. It was a Leslie sandwich. She was delirious with pleasure. We all took turns doing her like that until each of us had cum. There was no way to tell how many orgasms that Leslie had since she was in an almost continual state of arousal. We kept going until we nearly passed out from the effort. The beer, the golf and the sex had done us all in. We lay exhausted on the bed, all of us covered in sweat and the smell of sex.
Leslie was asleep as the rest of us showered and got dressed. Seeing her sprawled out on the bed, still naked, was a sight to behold. I had never been involved in a gang bang before. I hoped that when she woke up, she would remember it as positively as we did. Jerry’s plan to show his wife off was a spectacular success. I love it when a plan comes together.