I would have never have imagined that at 25, an attractive woman such as myself would be a golf widow.

But that’s what happened shortly after Griffin and I married. Before our wedding, my husband had never liked the idea of golf. In college, he was a long-haired leftie and thought golf was for the bourgeoisie. But then he went to law school, shaved off his beard and cut his hair. He became a corporate lawyer. He works tremendous hours, and the guys in his firm got him into golfing. So now, on Sunday — the one day he doesn’t spend in the office — he goes golfing.

I understand he needs some relaxation, but I’m a hot-to-trot woman who needs sex! During the week it’s “I have to get up early, baby,” and even on Saturday nights he’s too tired to do anything but go to a movie. We live in the desert, so it rarely rains and it’s never too cold for him to hit the links. Once it did actually rain on a Sunday, so I slipped into some racy lingerie and found him in the living room, watching golf. He never even looked away from the screen.

Our sex life has taken a tremendous hit, and I have become intimately acquainted with my growing collection of vibrators and dildos. Griffin may have noticed my toy stash, but he hasn’t said a word about it.

I still love the big lug, though. I’ve thought about having an affair but decided against it. I’m not looking for any sort of emotional attachment. Instead, I kept to my toys and my fantasies (the mailman is really hot) and hoped Griffin would twist an ankle or get carpal tunnel or something that would force him to slow down and spend more time at home.

Then a new couple moved in next door. Griffin and I went over to introduce ourselves to Fred and Naomi. When the guys immediately started talking about golf, I groaned. Before ten minutes had gone by, Griffin had invited him to join a foursome. Naomi rolled her eyes at me. Clearly, she was a kindred spirit.

But it turns out Naomi was a blessing. When the boys went golfing, we’d go sunning together by her pool. She was absolutely the most stunning woman I had ever seen, nearly six feet tall, with long black hair, an olive complexion and what guys would call a magnificent rack. When we lay out in her backyard, I couldn’t help but stare at her from underneath my sunglasses.

I’ve had a few girl-girl experiences in my life. I wouldn’t call myself bisexual, and I’m certainly not a lesbian — I crave cock, after all — but at night, lying next to my snoring husband, I imagined Naomi’s tongue in my pussy. Would having sex with her be cheating? I didn’t think Dear Abby would answer that kind of letter, and besides, I had no idea if Naomi swung that way.

But after a couple of weeks, I found out she did.

We’d usually lay on our stomachs with our bikini tops untied to eliminate tan lines on our backs. But one day Naomi decided she didn’t want them on her front, either. Their backyard — like ours — is secluded, surrounded by hedges and trees. And besides, she said, “If some perv wants to see my tits through binoculars, let him.”

Let me say this — Naomi’s boobs were perfect. Their size and shape would be the envy of any runway model. I openly stared at her pendulous tits and large brown nipples. She laughed.

“Honey, these things are tough to lug around. I much prefer yours. As they say, more than a mouthful is a waste.”

I decided to take off my top, too. While Naomi’s breasts are natural double-Ds, mine are more modest Bs — but with very large nipples. Griffin used to love sucking on them. Naomi sat up, perched on one elbow, and admired them.

“Now, those beautiful boobs could drive a guy crazy.” She leaned back and closed her eyes. “A girl, too.”

Just a second later she exclaimed, “Hey, we have to put some sunscreen on those titties! I rarely burn, but your skin will turn lobster red in no time. You’re so pale.”

I reached into my bag for some SPF 50, and she asked if she could apply it. I sat there stupidly, ready to pump cream into my own hand.

“I can manage,” I said half-heartedly.

“I know you can manage,” she said, laughing. “But it’s way more fun to have some help!”

I handed her the bottle, and she coated her hands with the white cream. Then she applied it to my tits, working delicately at first before slipping into a more sensual massage. In a few moments I was groaning; her touch was magnificent. I just lay back and luxuriated in this beautiful woman stroking my skin.

“Damn, I just realized something,” she said, after her work was complete. “With suntan lotion all over those perky little boobies, I can’t lick them.” She got out of her chaise longue and knelt on the end of my mine, parting my legs. “So I’ll have to lick where there is no lotion.” She hooked her fingers in the sides of my bikini bottoms and flashed me a devilish smile. “May I?”

I was in another world by now, struggling to find the words to speak. I must have nodded affirmatively because she skinned me out of my suit and got comfortable between my legs, with my thighs resting on her shoulders. She teased me, running her long fingernails along the inner parts of my thighs, her tongue darting dangerously close to my pussy.

Naomi then got serious. She earnestly lapped at my sex, which began flowing honey from her very first lick. It had been so long since Griffin had eaten me out. I was ready for this in the worst way. She stroked my pussy while circling my clit with her tongue, edging ever closer but not touching it. Then her thumb slid lower to massage my asshole while she suckled my clit rhythmically. I bucked so hard I almost threw her off the chair.

She laughed but went right back to work. Naomi kept bringing me to the brink of orgasm before backing off. She lapped at my clit and fingered my cunt beautifully, making me nearly delirious with pleasure.

I don’t know how long this went on. It could have been ten minutes; it could have been an hour. But she finally got me off by sucking my clit between her lips and lashing her tongue over it — jamming two fingers deep into my hole all the while. I came like a waterfall, my pussy juice saturating her face and actually making a sticky spot beneath my ass. I lay back, naked and dazed.

After a few ragged breaths, I sat up slightly and eyed her nearly nude body with lascivious interest.

“May I return the favor?” I asked her.

“She lapped at my clit and fingered my cunt, making me nearly delirious.”

She smiled wanly. “First, let’s take a dip and rinse off all this suntan lotion.” She pulled off her suit bottom, revealing a perfect ass, and dove into the pool. I joined her, and before long, we stood in the shallow end, making out passionately. I hadn’t kissed a girl in a long time. Naomi then upped the ante, suckling my breasts as I leaned against the edge of the pool.

Then I got my chance to worship hers. At first I just held her big boobs, as if weighing them in my hands, before sucking and nipping on her nipples. I reached underwater to stroke her slick pussy and slipped three fingers inside her. She groaned and leaned against me. I finger-banged her until she thrashed in the water with her first orgasm.

“It’s time to take this party inside,” she said, before leading me by the hand into her house. I told her I had a lot of toys at my place. But she just smiled and took me to her bedroom, where she opened her closet door to reveal a veritable warehouse of sex gadgets. She did a little browsing before pulling out a pocket rocket.

“This is my favorite,” she said. “Small and simple. Would you use it on me?”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. Naomi sprawled on the bed, her long dark legs spread and her toes pointing toward the corners of the mattress. I climbed between her thighs and tasted her cunt before applying the buzzing gizmo to her clit. She jerked and sighed, and I pulled back to tease her. I repeated the process several times, not letting her come — until she begged me for release. Eventually, I tossed aside the toy, buried my face in her snatch and attacked her clit with my tongue. She came that way, flooding my mouth with her sweet nectar.

We lay entwined in one another’s arms, caressing and cooing, until Naomi was ready for more.

“I have a new plaything I’d love to try. I bought it with the hope of getting a lady friend — and now here you are!”

She retrieved a two-headed dildo from her closet stash. I’d never used one before, but I was fascinated.

“How does it work?” I asked.

Naomi contemplated the slightly curved purple toy.

“Well, there are no instructions, but I imagine it works this way.” She lay back and inserted one end into her vagina. “Okay, now you slip the other end inside you!”

It was like a perverted game of Twister, but I did my best. Soon we were locked together in something resembling a scissor position. We began grinding against each other, with the ends of the dildo sinking further inside each of us. It was awkward, but the act gave me the crude sensation of her fucking me with her very own penis. I was really turned on.

After a few minutes, Naomi announced, “I want to try something I saw in a porn movie.” We disengaged from the toy. Then she got on all fours and replaced the dildo inside her. “Now you get on all fours, and put your ass against mine.”

I got the idea, and we each took in half of the dildo and slammed our butts together. It was weird but fun, and we broke off laughing before either of us came.

By then it was about time for the guys to come back, so we put some clothes on and had tea in her kitchen. We realized that we now had something to look forward to on Sundays.

I’m not quite sure if this is cheating; I suppose it is, since Griffin doesn’t know about it. But every Sunday since then, Naomi and I have enjoyed afternoon delight, and I’ve stopped bugging Griffin about sex. If he’s noticed anything, he hasn’t mentioned it.

Naomi and I have discussed what we will do the next Sunday it rains. We might invite Griffin and Fred to join us and make it an indoor foursome. But I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I kind of like our secret golf widow Sundays.

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