Golf Championship

After those three days with my caddie I felt pretty ashamed of myself, especially about the last day when I had stripped naked and posed for the caddies. It was so unlike me. And I knew that I would see all of them at some time or another during the rest of the summer. Sure enough, everyday I played at least one of the caddies who had seen me naked would meet me. I would feel a sinking feeling in my stomach and blush.

The sinking feeling was that one of them may say something, the blush was embarrassment. All the boys were perfect gentlemen, however, and as far as I knew nothing was ever said to anyone. Three times I ended up with my caddie and he was a perfect gentleman also. No smirks, no innuendoes, just a perfect gentleman.

I continued my good play throughout the rest of the year and I was very happy with my game. I worked on what I had learned every chance I got. I was really excited about my game.

Then winter came and golf was out of my mind. I wanted a golf vacation but somehow my husband and I could never make it work.

I did have some very erotic dreams of me being naked in front of a bunch of young men, though. They came at frequent intervals and my husband was very happy with me since I would screw his brains out when I woke up from them. Finally spring came around and soon I was back on the course. My game had suffered from the long layoff and I worked hard to get it back into shape.

Three weeks before the lady’s club championship; my husband found out he would have to be out of town again for it. I was very down because I wanted him there to cheer me on. About a week and a half later my caddie came up to me at the club.

“I understand your husband has to be out of town again.”

How in the hell did he know that?

“Ah, yes.”

“Would you like a caddie for the championship?”

My mind was screaming no, but subconsciously I was saying yes. I stood looking at him and he smiled at me and touched my arm.

“We made a good team last year.”

“Ah, yes, we did.”

All I could think of was me being naked in front of the caddies and how he had kissed my belly that last night. He didn’t say anything else. I just stared at him, my face hot.

“Ah, would you, I mean, would you want to, ah, caddie for me again?

“Mrs. Johnson, I would love to. I’ll be in touch.”

He turned and walked away. My face felt sunburned. I was shaking. What had I gotten myself into again? I wanted to hurry after him and tell him no but it was as if I was nailed to the ground. My nipples hardened involuntarily. Jesus!

I practiced and my husband apologized to me over and over. I told him it wasn’t his fault and made special efforts to make love to him to be sure he felt I wasn’t angry. I didn’t see my caddie until early in the morning of the first day of the championship. The doorbell rang as I was finishing putting on my polo shirt. I hurried downstairs and opened the door. Oh god, he was standing right there. I blushed. He smiled.

“Ah, um, I didn’t expect you, ah, I thought we would meet at the club.”

He just smiled once more.

“Ah, would, ah, you like to come in?”

“Why thank you Mrs. Johnson.”

He stepped forward and I backed up. He shut the door gently behind him. He smiled at me again. I was blushing and trembling. I stood stupidly, with my hands in front of my crotch. He looked me up and down.

“That outfit won’t do for driving to the club, Mrs. Johnson. Why don’t you take it off and direct me to your bedroom.”

I looked at my shirt and shorts, wondering what was wrong with it, stupidly, and then the light went on. He wanted me to take off my shirt and shorts!

“It’s a-at the t-top of stairs t-to the l-left.”

He smiled that smile at me and started up the stairs. I stood shivering. Halfway up he looked back at me and I smiled at him nervously. Shit! Damn! I unbuttoned my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I undid my shorts, let them fall and stepped out of them. I looked at my sports bra and underpants. He certainly couldn’t mean those! I stood stupidly in my front room, my hands fidgeting as I waited. He soon appeared, carrying some clothes. I smiled weakly at him. When he reached the floor, he lifted an eyebrow at me. He looked me up and down and shook his head. I knew what he meant. Oh god!

I took a deep breath. He had seen all of me last year, every bit of me. I lifted my bra up, baring my breasts and then over my head. I laid it on my shorts, my breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipples were hard as pebbles! I closed my eyes and hooked my thumbs in my underpants, sliding them down until they fell around my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked but for shoes and socks in front of him, blushing terribly.

The shoes and socks too, Mrs. Johnson.”

I sat on the couch and fumbled with the laces, then I tugged off my shoes then my socks so I was naked completely, blushing and shivering. I felt tingles in my nipples and pussy. I felt almost faint. He smiled that smile at me again and I melted.

“Now, just for fun, Mrs. Johnson, open the drapes.”

Our living room had a huge picture window and the house wasn’t set that far back from the street. I didn’t want to do it, but my body lifted up and I walked, naked to the window. I pulled on the cord and the drapes hissed open. I looked at him for approval and he smiled again. Then he crooked his finger at me. I haltingly walked over to him and he looked me up and down as I did. I was blushing but excited to be naked in front of him. He obviously didn’t think I looked too bad for a mid-thirties woman. I felt like I would soon be leaking and dripping down my legs and I felt hot and shaky.

He turned me around so I was facing the picture window and I gasped because I was right in the center of it. He grabbed me as I started to turn around and made me stand facing the window.

“Do you have a small bag, like an athletic bag?”

I nodded yes.

“Where is it?”

“There is one in the closet by the garage door.”

“I’ll be right back, Mrs. Johnson. Keep your hands at your sides and don’t move.”

I felt him walk away. I wanted to move and cover myself, but I stood like a deer in headlights, exposed to the street. It seemed forever for him to come back and while I stood there three cars drove by. I could have died! They had to have seen me, I thought. Oh god, my god! I heard him coming back, whistling. He had a bag. I wanted to move, but I was rooted to the floor. He busied himself, folding my top and shorts and putting them in the bag. Then my shoes and socks went in, then came back out. My bra went in, but he tossed my panties aside. He took some of the clothes he brought down and put them in the bag too. Then he zipped it closed, and all the time I was standing naked in front of my window. He turned to me and knelt in front of me and I could have died at what he was seeing, my pussy! He lifted a thigh high stocking, rolled it down and looked up at me. I looked down.

“Lean on my shoulders and lift a foot.”

Woodenly I bent and rested my hands on his shoulders. Then I lifted a foot and he slipped the stocking on it. He rolled it up my leg, making my muscles twitch at his touch. His hands seemed to caress my thigh as he pulled the stocking up, I was breathing hard.

“The other foot.”

I put the first foot down and lifted the other foot for him. He put the second stocking on and rolled it up my leg, tugging it into position. I was almost panting. As he pulled this one up the hand between my legs continued upwards until the back of his hand brushed my pussy. I gasped and almost orgasmed.

“You can put your foot down.”

He kept his hand between my legs so I had to spread my feet apart. I looked down as he looked up and smiled at me. He pulled his hand back, making sure to keep contact with my pussy. I whimpered. He bent his head forward and kissed my belly just above my pubic hair. I moaned softly. His hands went to my hips and he rose. Then his hands were on my ass, my bare naked ass, squeezing me gently. God, I wanted to fuck, right there on the floor! He smiled that damn smile of his and kissed each of my nipples. I almost passed out.

“Absolutely lovely, Mrs. Johnson, absolutely lovely.”

He took my hand and led me right to the window. He stood me facing it, very close to it and left me there. I heard him walk away and fumble with something. Then he returned.

“You’ve been a good girl, Mrs. Johnson.”

I wanted to scream. He slipped a light sundress over my head and slowly buttoned up the back. The touch of his fingers on my bare back sent electric shocks through my body. He slipped heels on my feet.

“Let’s go or we’ll be late.”

In a daze, aroused and embarrassed I followed him, picking up my purse. He grabbed the bag and led me to his car. I didn’t object, I just followed him. When I had sat down in the passenger seat, I realized how light this dress was. And, it dawned on me that I was naked underneath it! Oh god!

We arrived at the club and he parked. He took the bag and opened my door, taking my arm. I didn’t want to get out of the car. My breasts jiggled as I stood up and I blushed. I felt naked with that dress on!

“Meet me at the caddie house.”

I stood staring at him as he walked away with my bag. I began to follow him and several people that I knew stopped to talk to me. I felt so naked! I knew they could see my nipples poking out. I knew they could tell I didn’t have a bra on! I finally made it to the caddie house. He was waiting for me and smiled that damn smile again. The one that made me feel all mushy inside. He said nothing, just took my hand and led me into the caddie locker room. He took me to a back corner and set down the bag. Then he turned me to face the aisle between lockers. I saw four or five caddies down the aisle. His hands were at my buttons I wanted to stop him but I didn’t as he undid each one. I stood still trembling. He lifted my dress up and over my head, baring me to the caddies that were sitting or standing down the aisle. I turned scarlet.

“Jesus!”

“Look at those tits!”

“Look at that puss!”

I wanted to crawl into a hole! They walked down to us, smirking.

“You can look but don’t touch.”

I wanted to die! He sat me down and lifted each foot to take off the heels and then the stockings. Then he handed me my bag and leaned against a locker smiling. I unzipped it and pulled out my clothes. I slipped on my bra, blushing as I did. Then I put on my top and shorts, finally the socks and shoes. He folded my dress and stockings and put them in the bag with my heels. He touched my cheek.

“Go get your golf shoes on and get your clubs, I’ll meet you at the clubhouse.”

I didn’t say anything. I just began to walk out. The other caddies parted for me, but I could feel their eyes on my body. I was so embarrassed and so hot at the same time! As I walked to the clubhouse people who had seen me earlier in a dress were now seeing me in a shirt and shorts and I knew they knew I had changed somewhere, but where? I got several curious looks but I did my best to ignore them. If they only knew!

I didn’t have time to hit any balls and the first two holes were terrible. I was so shaky and flustered by being stripped in front of several young men that I couldn’t play worth a damn.

“Settle down Mrs. Johnson. We’re going to win this year.”

He coaxed me and calmed me and my game started to come back. I had made up my double bogey and bogey on the first two holes by the twelfth hole. I had calmed down and was concentrating. He reminded me of the hook that he had shown me last year and on the thirteenth I hit a hellacious drive around the corner. He encouraged me and my second was on the green on the long par five. He helped me line up my eagle putt and I made it! I parred the next two holes and then he lined up another putt for me and I made birdie! I had some bad breaks on the last two holes and only made par, but I came in at three under with the lead! I was so excited!

As we walked off he patted my back.

“We’ll work more on the putting tomorrow. Go have a drink or two with your friends and then meet me at the caddie house.”

My stomach clenched. I smiled sickly at him and watched him walk away. I stumbled into the clubhouse and went into the bathroom. I washed my hands and face and pinched some color into my cheeks. Then I went and had two stiff drinks; chatted with friends who congratulated me. I made my excuses and left after two drinks. I didn’t need to get smashed.

I walked slowly back to the caddie house, my feet dragging. He was waiting for me. He took my hand and led me back to the same corner. This time there were a few more caddies waiting, smirking. I did my best to ignore them, but didn’t really succeed. I stood woodenly, waiting.

“You need to change, Mrs. Johnson.”

He sat down and waited. He wanted me to strip! I moaned a little and began to take off my clothes. I was scarlet and the caddies were standing and watching as I removed my shirt and shorts, shoes and socks. I looked up at them, all of them, staring at me. My bra came off and I was naked once again.

“God almighty, I have died and gone to heaven!”

“Those are great tits!”

“Look at that ass!”

He handed me a stocking and I sat and put it on, feeling my breasts sway. I took the other from him and put it on also. Then he had me put on my heels. I stood up and put on the dress. He buttoned it for me. He put my clothes in the bag and stood up. Then he led me through the throng of caddies who had watched me strip, blushing. We walked to his car and he drove to a liquor store, buying two cases of beer. Then he took me home.

He put the beer in my refrigerator and kissed my cheek.

I’ll be back around nine.”

He left me sitting on my couch, still not believing that I had stripped naked for him in front of a bunch of young men or that I was three under and leading the championship. I didn’t move until I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and opened the door to see him and seven other caddies. They came in as I stood back and held the door open. The others sat around in my living room. He took me to the kitchen.

“Find an apron, Mrs. Johnson.”

I dug in my pantry and took out one. He took it from me and set it on the table. Then he unbuttoned me again and removed my dress, leaving me in stockings and heels. He tied the apron around my waist. It wasn’t very long, didn’t cover my breasts or my ass either.

“I’d like you to waitress for us now. You can bring some beer out for the guys.”

He patted my bare ass, kissed each nipple and then my cheek.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Johnson.”

I didn’t feel any better but it was nice to hear. I got a tray out and opened eight beers and then walked out. I got several low whistles that made me blush, but I still walked to each one and served a bottle. He patted the arm of the couch next to him and I sat on it, trying to keep my pussy covered. I spent the entire night, serving beer to them, half-naked, with just my pussy covered. I was embarrassed; I was hot and flustered, but excited also. It was a rush to hear the silence as I walked in with bare breasts and walked out with my bare ass showing. The drapes were still open and the sliding door off the kitchen gave a clear view into that room also. I was glad it was dark out.

When they got up to go, they all kissed my cheek, taking the opportunity to pat or squeeze my ass that made me even hotter. He was the last one to leave and I would have sucked him if he asked me, but he didn’t. When he left he stood at my door with it open, untied my apron and let it fall, leaving me totally exposed. Then he patted my ass and kissed my nipples goodbye.

I slowly shut the door and picked up the apron, then I walked upstairs and masturbated myself to orgasm. I fell asleep naked and woke up that way the next morning. He called me at nine.

“Pack your bag and wear something nice. I’ll pick you up at twelve.”

I stood stupidly, listening to the dial tone when he hung up. I walked downstairs naked and got the bag. I went back upstairs not even noticing that the drapes were still open at the picture window. I emptied the bag of my dirty clothes and put them in the hamper. Then I sighed and packed another polo shirt and shorts, sports bra and underpants. A pair of socks and my shoes and I was ready except for what to wear to the club. I looked through my closet. There were three nice sundresses and I couldn’t decide. Feeling a little lightheaded and wicked I took them all out and laid them on the bed. I slipped into another pair of thigh highs and a pair of heels. Then I took the sundresses downstairs and laid them across the table. Then I sat in the living room, nervously waiting. At ten to twelve the doorbell rang. I walked to the door and peered through the sidelight. It was him. I opened the door hiding behind it. When he came in he smiled at seeing me mostly naked. I shut the door and stood, letting him look at me and smiled weakly. Even as much as he had already seen me naked, I was still embarrassed. He was at least twelve years younger than I was. It was like being naked in front of a little brother.

I took his hand and wordlessly led him to the dresses. He smiled at them and then me. Of course he picked out the one without shoulder straps! He took the dress and tossed it on the couch. Then he crooked his finger at me. I haltingly walked to him, in plain sight through the window. He smiled and reached out a hand. I gasped as he touched my left breast. His fingertips brushed over my skin, making me suck in a breath. I didn’t move. He cupped it from underneath, lifted it and let it fall and bounce on my chest. Then he did the same with my right breast, chuckling as I bounced and jiggled for him. I just closed my eyes and let him feel me. God, it felt good! He squeezed both breasts gently, thumbed my nipples until they were hard. Then he bent and kissed each one. I am ashamed to say that I was panting by now.

“Let’s get you dressed, Mrs. Johnson. It’s time to go.”

I wanted to scream. I was blushing. I was breathing heavily. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted him to make me kneel and shove his cock in my mouth. I wanted him to push me on my back and fuck me on the floor. He just smiled that damn smile of his and helped me into the dress. He took my bag and I got my purse, then he led me to his car. I was shaky and trembling with desire.

After we had driven away from my home, he glanced over at me.

“Frustrated?”

I could only nod.

“I promised you no sex, Mrs. Johnson, but you could, ah, do something if you wished.”

I sat, aroused, embarrassed and ashamed, but my body was slightly out of control. I turned in my seat to face him, lifted my left leg up and then lifted my dress to expose my bush and pussy. I gently rubbed myself and spread my lips open so he could see how wet and really open I was. I was a wanton slut! I poked a finger inside myself and slowly thrust it in and out. I was doing it for me, but also for him. I was getting to the point of orgasm.

“We’re turning in Mrs. Johnson.”

I groaned and pulled my finger out and my dress down. God, I wanted to come! I didn’t even care if he watched! He parked the car and turned to me. Then he took my hand and sucked the finger that had been up my pussy. I almost fainted with lust.

“Meet me at the caddie house.”

I watched him get out and frustrated as hell, got out myself. I had to talk with friends and acquaintances again, congratulating me on leading the championship. I was shaky and hot all over. My nipples were hard and poking through the dress. I had to smell like sex. I was embarrassed to be like this in front of all those people who knew me, but didn’t really know me. I finally got away and walked to the caddie house. He smiled at me and I melted inside. He took my hand and led me back to the corner again. He had me stand in the aisle. There were more caddies this time, watching. He had me face him, my back to the others. Then he made me undress myself. I blushed as I removed the dress. I went to sit to remove my heels and stockings. He shook his head no and I whimpered. Then I rolled each stocking down, bending over to remove my heels, then each stocking, knowing that as I did, my pussy showed between my thighs. He watched my breasts sway and jiggle as I removed them, smiling at me. I had to smile back, although weakly.

Their voices were loud, and their topic was surprising; “I am not lying. Bill, you tell him I am not shitting him.”

Bill replied, “I saw it. This chick came out this bathroom wearing only a towel. Shit, when she dropped her shampoo bottle, you could see her ass and her pussy. It was incredible.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“Tell him the best part,” the first one said.

“Then she got to her room, and some guy stole her towel.”

“No way!”

“Way! She was standing pounding on the door naked!”

“Oh my god!”

“Was she good looking?”

“Did she have big tits?”

“Yes to both. She was a little older, but she had big tits. Damn, I’d love to fuck them.”

Listening to them talk about my wife made my cock swell to its fullest. I started to saw in and out of Anne’s pussy. She must have been loving it too, for she was pushing back.

Another voice piped in, “You guys didn’t get to see her close up. We did. Man, she was hot. Her nipples were huge.” We heard a groan from the audience. “The guy eventually let her in only after she said, `I love to fuck’ in a loud voice.” More groans. I knew some of the guys were beating off listening to the story. “He opened the door naked and dragged her into the room. But also he made her go back to get the shampoo she dropped.”

“Oh God,” someone moaned.

“Lucky for me that Shelly was with Burt and me. She was as turned on as we were. We gave her a royal shagging,” he said with an Austin Powers accent.

By now, I was fucking my wife good. Our bodies slapped together under the hot water, but no one paid attention to us. She was having a hard time breathing quietly and suppressing her moans. I increased my tempo, then felt my cum erupt inside her. I had to be quiet, but it felt so good. Slowly I pulled out, and Anne and I stood under the water. By now, we heard a few of the guys leaving. We waited patiently while the noises died down.

Having an orgasm had made tired, and I needed to sit. Convinced that there were only a few guys left, and that they were in the showers, I moved into the changing space of the stall. Anne seemed a little panicked, but I gave her a look of assurance. She remained in the shower. I had to sit, so I gathered my clothes and towel, and naked left the stall and sat on the bench across from it.

Imagine my surprise to find 4 almost naked guys still waiting for showers. Before I could act, one of the guys I recognized as one of my neighbors from last night, rushed into the stall where Anne was. I didn’t know what to do. He didn’t pull the curtains all the way closed so I could see that Anne’s back was towards us. I don’t think he even knew she was in there until he opened the second curtain. She turned around. I could not see her face but I did see his. His eyes bugged out and a smile crept over his face. He put a finger to his mouth to indicate that she should be quiet. I also could see that his cock was now at full length and that it was a big one. My wife and this young waterpolo coach embraced. I could tell that they were kissing. All this time, I sat on the bench pretending to dry my hair, staring at them. They separated and I saw Anne drop to her knees. She was going down on him! I could not believe it. My cock was coming back to life, so I had to put my towel in my lap to hide it. While this was happening, the three guys waiting for showers dwindled to one. Anne stood back up and turned her butt toward him. She bent over. I knew he was going to fuck her like I just did. My wife was insatiable!! Because they shifted a little, I could see her face clearly. She had her eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy. They were rocking back and forth. The tempo picked up and the guy fucking her started to groan.

“Hey, Burt, whatcha doin’? Jerking off?”

In a breathy voice, Burt replied, “No, I’m fucking that chick from last night.” Anne’s expression changed to one of worry, but quickly changed back to pleasure. “Man she has a tight cunt and firm tits.” His hands moved to her tits.

“Well you enjoy Ms. Rosy Palm,” someone laughed. Burt picked up his pace.

Soon, he said, “Yeah. Yeah! Yeah!!!” He stopped. He must have cum inside her. My wife’s expression on her face changed to disappointment as he pulled out of her. I could see him rinse off a bit, then walk out of the shower. He got on his shorts, then walked past the outer curtain. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me looking at him. I just smiled. He smiled back and left.

“Bout time,” the last guy waiting said, and walked into the stall. What was I going to do? Another guy for Anne? The new guy opened the shower curtain. I could clearly see Anne because he had only closed the outer curtain about 1/3 of the way. She had a look of surprise on her, but she glanced down at his rising dick and just smiled. He stepped into the still-running shower and grabbed her tits. He was too interested in my wife to remember to close the second curtain. Because of this, I had a clear view of their activities. As the stranger massaged Anne’s breasts, she slowly reached for his cock. She stared at it and stroked it.

My concentration was broken when two of the other guys walked in front of me on their way out of the room. Gazing back at my wife, I saw she was now on her knees sucking the guy’s cock. She was going at it fast and furious. Her head moved back and forth, as the water sprayed both of them. Her hands moved to his butt, and she squeezed his cheeks. Another guy left the room. I saw her stretch his checks and start to play with his asshole. He moaned. The last two guys in the showers left, leaving only Anne, the stranger, and me in the room. After a minute or so, the guy started to breath heavy, his butt tightened and I could tell (but not see) that he was cumming. His load went right into my wife’s mouth. Even in the rain of the shower, some of the jizz dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. After sucking him dry, she stood up. He looked wobbly, but left the shower. He grabbed his towel and made a mad dash out of the room. I don’t think he even noticed me.

Anne stood under the water for moment until she looked out of the stall and saw me. Now dressed, I sat there staring and smiling. She smiled back and turned off the water. “Wow,” was all she said.

“You are one hot slut, hon.”

She giggled and stepped out of the shower. “That was the most exciting sex I have ever had.”

“I know,” I answered. “It was pretty damn exciting for me too.” I stood up to reveal the huge tent in the front of my shorts. “Did that first guy make you cum a lot?”

Pausing for a moment, she said, “No. I haven’t cum yet.”

“Well.let me take care of that for you.” I reached out and grabbed her by the hand. I guided her to the bench and had her sit. I spread her legs, got down on the floor in front of her, and started to lick her wet pussy. It was a weird sensation to lick a pussy full of juice, water, and jizz. It was tasty. Her lips were open and her clit was huge. I didn’t care if anyone would walk in on us, and I don’t think she cared either.

My tongue went up and down her lips and eventually settled on her clit. I licked and sucked her little red button for several minutes until I knew she was about to cum. Her breathing increased. She started to say, “Yess. Yessss.” Anne came on my face. Her pussy spasmed, forcing the cum in it to spill out onto my face. I licked that up. Eventually, she calmed down, and I pulled back.

Standing up, I looked at my naked, beautiful wife. I smiled knowing that she was mine and that we were in love. She smiled back. I gave her clothes and gathered our things. When she was ready, I went ahead to scout. The coast was clear and we made it back to our room without incident. The day and night had been exhausting. Quickly, we fell asleep.

The next morning while shaving, Burt came into the bathroom. We exchanged glances. “Leaving today?” he asked.

“No, my wife and I going tomorrow morning. I have a late meeting today.”

“Guess you’ll be the only ones left here besides us coaches. All the kids are leaving today. We get a quiet weekend.”

“How many of you coaches are there?”

“There’s about 25 guys and 15 girls. They put us all on this floor.”

“Not with the kids?”

“No. Thankfully, we just coached the athletics. There are others who act as chaperons in the dorms.”

“I see.”

I was about to leave, when Burt said to me, “We’re having a little party tonight. We’re getting a keg here on the floor. We won’t be too loud, but you are invited.”

“Won’t you get in trouble with the keg?” I asked.

“No way. We’re the ones in charge.”

“Well, thanks for the invite. Maybe we’ll stop by.” Later in the day, I mentioned to Anne about the party and she said we should go. It had been a long time since she had been at a “kegger.”

The record-setting heat wave continued as the conference dragged to a close with me finishing things up. The bulk of the committee work and the main speakers had been on Wednesday and Thursday. Some how, I had gotten the last slot for on the speakers’ list-5:30pm on Friday. Since my presentation was important to my career, I had no choice but to do it then. Other attendees could have cared less, so I spoke to a mostly empty room. I swear the only reason most people were there was because their flights didn’t leave until 8pm. The speech went well; I even fielded a few questions from the small audience. After I concluded, I chatted with two people I knew from previous meetings-Sandy from San Jose and Colin from Albany. Through our talk I learned that they would not be leaving until tomorrow too, so I suggested that we all go out to dinner that night. It as turned out that Sandy was staying in the dorms; in fact she was on the same floor of Henday Hall as we were, but in a different corridor. Colin and his wife, Laurie were stay at a hotel. We agreed to meet around 7:15pm at a restaurant that someone had recommended to me. It was a casual place with lots of atmosphere and great food, in the “artsy” part of town.

Anne was happy we were not going to dinner alone. She had also heard that the restaurant we were going to was pretty quirky. She said we should wear our “party clothes” since the eatery was casual and we might go to a party afterwards. This meant that I wore my silk Hawaiian shirt and some shorts, and Anne wore a nice shirt and her very short, wraparound skirt. Sandy was surprised to see dressed so, but once she did, she quickly changed from her business clothes into a casual skirt and top. The three of us drove together and met Colin and Laurie at the restaurant. Their clothes clashed with ours; they wore long pants and golf shirts.

The place was casual and quirky. It was also jumping. We had to wait 30 minutes for a table, but we didn’t mind. The crowd was diverse but composed mostly young professional types. We all guzzled down a drink before we were seated. By the time we got our food, Colin, Anne and Sandy all had three drinks in them and were feeling pretty happy and a bit goofy. Everyone loosened up. Colin and Laurie were in their mid 40’s and had been married for about 20 years. Colin was about 5′10″, liked to play racquetball, and had dark hair with a touch of gray. Laurie was definition of petit-5′1″, and a size 2. She was thin, but not skinny. Sandy was in her late 30’s. She was divorced and had two kids back in California. She was about 5′6″ and of “normal” proportions. By that I mean that she had a little bit of meat on her bones, but she wasn’t fat; she was Hollywood “fat” like Janeane Garofalo. In other words, she was shaped like a woman, not like a board with some boobs.

We all had a fun time talking about the conference, its attendees and the Edmonton. Eventually, the talk returned to the fact that Sandy, Anne and I were staying in the dorm. Laurie explained that she couldn’t do that because it was too juvenile. She liked staying in nice hotels. Sandy countered that it was really cheap and that it was clean and safe. Anne added that it was nostalgic. It was like being 19 again. We all laughed at this and told each other stories of our reckless youth and living in dorms. As our meal wound down, I mentioned the kegger happening on our floor. Stories were told by all about dorm parties that were good, or bad, but mostly, with hindsight, funny. I suggested that we all should go to the party and hang out with the kids. Laurie sounded hesitant, but Colin said it sounded like fun. Sandy said her interactions with the kids on her hall were positive; they treated her nicely and were reasonably courteous. I said the kids on hall treated Anne well too. Anne shot me a big grin with that comment. After a little more discussion, it was agreed that we would all stop into the party, and see what was what. We also agreed that we would all leave after a half hour or so. We were curious more than enthusiastic.

After leaving the restaurant, Colin and Laurie followed us back to campus. Laurie said she was going to feel weird parading in the front doors of the dorm, but we assured her that we had keys and would use the side entrance. We also agreed that we would go up to our floor and that I would go scout the party out. If it looked bad or awkward, I would report back and we would bail on the idea. We took the elevator up, and when the doors opened on to the 7th floor, we were greeted not by smoke, loud music and barfing kids, but by sounds from the lounge of people watching tv, some music, and the din of voices.

Hesitantly, I went over to the lounge, which was in the apex of floor, across from the elevator. Tentatively, I opened the door and looked in. There I saw about 25 people hanging out; some where talking, some (mostly guys) were watching a CFL game, and some (mostly women) were dancing in a corner. I also noticed a keg, lots of snacks, and small hint of pot in the air. Burt saw me before I saw him, and he came over. “Dude, glad you made it. Have a beer.”

“Ah, thanks. Say, umm, I brought my wife and a couple of friends, mind if they come?”

“No. The more the merrier.”

I returned to the elevators and told the others about the situation. They seemed to think it sounded okay. Besides, as Colin said, “I could use another beer.”

No one other than Burt paid much attention to us as we walked in. I made the introductions around; Burt put on a big smile for Anne. He walked us over to the keg and food and invited us to drink and eat. We did so. Burt went back to the game, and the five of us wandered over to the people talking. Sandy recognized some of the gals from her hall, and we struck up a conversation. It centered mostly on life in college. Us old folks related a few stories of our own, to the youngsters’ amusement. Time past. The game ended and most of the guys left.

Eventually only ten of us were left-Anne, myself, Colin, Laurie, Sandy, Burt, Shelly (the woman who was with Burt the other night), Fred (the guy Anne gave a blowjob to in the shower), Matt, and Ivan. We sat in a big circle, drinking, eating and talking. We were all pretty drunk. Somehow the topic of drinking games came up. Matt said we should play `Truth or Dare Quarters’. I knew what `Quarters’ was, but not the game he was talking about.

“Everyone takes turns trying to bounce a quarter into a cup. If you get it in, the next person tries. If you miss, you take a swig of beer. But also with this game, on top of that you have to answer a question or do a dare. You chose `Truth’ or `Dare’. Now the last person that missed gets to ask the question or the dare. The answer or the dare lasts for at most three minutes. You can decline a painful question, but the group can override you. The group can also say when you are bullshiting us and we can make you say or do more. If you refuse, you gotta leave.”

In our inebriated state, we all said it sounded like fun. But first came a bathroom break. While taking a piss, I asked Matt what kind of questions get asked. “Mostly about sex, stupid. It is a fun game to play with chicks. The key is to use a small cup so that people miss.”

“And the dares?”

“Depends on how people are feeling.” Devious thoughts ran through my head. Luckily I ended my piss, because my dick was getting hard.

We all returned to the room. Matt produced the quarter and the cup. He wasn’t kidding about the cup, for it was a shotglass. “Everyone gets one practice bounce this first time around.” Matt demonstrated how to do it, and then began. He put the quarter right in the cup. Ivan did too, so did Colin. Sandy came next and missed.

“Pick `Truth’ or `Dare’,” Matt said.

“Truth.”

Matt asked, “Where’s the most unique place you have ever had sex?”

Sandy blushed and paused. “Come on, answer,” we shouted.

“At work,” she said.

Anne said, “More! Details.”

Slowly Sandy said, “It was about ten years ago. My then husband stopped by unexpectedly around lunchtime. For some reason, I was in a playful mood, and our kissing accelerated, to the point that we were making out in my office. Finally, I had to close my door and we had sex on my desk. It was great.” We cheered when she finished.

Burt was up next and he missed. He said `truth’ and Sandy asked him, “How many women have you been with and who was the best?”

He didn’t hesitate, saying, “Twelve. The best. probably Betty. She had huge tits and knew how to deep-throat my cock. She loved to fuck. Plus, it was really exciting cause she was 35 and married.”

Anne made it but I missed. Burt asked me, “What is your biggest sexual fantasy?”

I figured I would never see these people again, so didn’t hold back; I said, “I would love to go with my wife to one of those adult bookstores that has videobooths in the back. The booths would have gloryholes-you know holes between the booths so you can have anonymous sex with the person next door. Then my wife and I would have a contest as to who could suck the most cocks.” I smiled. Several of the young guys were surprised. Colin and Laurie cheered. Anne leaned over and tongue kissed me.

Laurie was next and she missed. I asked her, “Same question. Tell us your biggest sexual fantasy.”

“Well,” she said, “I dream that I am alone somewhere, when I am grabbed by two strangers. They blindfold me, tie me up and use me.”

“Use you how?” Ivan asked.

“Ummm. they fuck me.”

“Is that it?” asked Sandy.

“Umm. no. They make me suck them and,” she said in soft voice, “they fuck my ass.” Cheers went up from the crowd. “They leave me laying there until my husband finds me. He then cleans off their cum with his tongue.” More cheers. I looked at Colin, who was turning red.

Fred, Shelly, Matt and Ivan made it. Colin missed. Laurie said him, “Now it is your turn hon, tell us all your biggest sexual fantasy.”

Colin hesitated. “It is just like my wife’s.”

“Explain,” Laurie said.

“I want to be grabbed by a couple of guys, blindfolded, tied up and fucked.”

“In the ass?” Shelly asked.

“Yes,” Colin said quietly, “and in the mouth.” Howls.

Sandy was next and missed. She was asked the same question. “I want to be with two men at once. I want them to worship my body and treat me tenderly.” Applause.

Burt missed. He chose `dare’. Sandy said, “Using your hands, find out who has the biggest cock here.” He hesitated. “Go on,” she said. We echoed her comment.

Slowly Burt got up. “Okay, boys, drop em.” Being pretty drunk, we obeyed. My cock was rock hard when Burt grabbed it and measured it with a napkin. Slowly he moved from guy to guy. I remained standing there with my pants down and dick out. The women were getting a good laugh out of the situation, but also were staring at our cocks. Eventually, Burt announced that Ivan had the biggest.

Anne was next and she missed. Burt asked what her biggest fantasy was. She said, “I want to go to an orgy. Not a gangbang, and orgy, with lots of men and women around. At some point, I want to be the center of attention. I want to feel everyone’s body against mine.” Cheers from the crowd.