I recently attended a fancy country club event, surrounded by all the trophy wives and their partners. There was this one guy, clearly married, but the way he looked at me said he wanted more than just casual conversation. His wife seemed pretty stuck up, always pulling him away whenever he started talking to me. But I decided to have a little fun with it, teasing him with touches and laughing at his jokes, making it obvious I enjoyed the attention.

By the end of the event, he came up to me again, talking about his sports—tennis, golf, you name it. I told him I’d love for him to teach me golf sometime, adding a little flirty edge to my voice. He quickly invited me to play, but made it clear his wife didn’t need to know.

A few days later, we met at the golf course. I made sure to wear a short skirt and a tight polo, no bra, so there was no hiding how turned on I was. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and every time he “helped” with my swing, he made sure to press his body against mine. By the time we were done, he invited me to his place for coffee.

At his house, it didn’t take long before things heated up. Standing by the balcony, he came up behind me, pressing against me and kissing my neck. One thing led to another, and soon we were all over each other. He pulled my panties aside and started rubbing against me, teasing me until I begged him to put it inside.

We didn’t hold back. He fucked me hard from behind, pinching my nipples and calling me dirty for teasing him with my outfit. We moved to the chair, where I rode him, his hands gripping my hips as I bounced on his cock. Eventually, we ended up on the floor, fucking like we couldn’t get enough of each other. When he was about to cum, he told me to open my mouth, and I gladly took every drop.

Afterwards, we shared some refreshments, catching our breath. I left not long after, satisfied in more ways than one.