The Golf Cart.

Many years ago during my married days, I accidentally overturned my golf cart. golf cart

Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course, 
heard the noise and called out: “Are you okay, what’s your name?” 

“It’s John, and I’m okay thanks,” I replied as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.
“John, she said, (firm loose breasts undulating beneath her white silky robe) “forget your troubles.  
Come to my villa, rest a while and I’ll help you get the cart up later.” 
“That’s mighty nice of you,” I answered, “but I don’t think my wife would like it.” 
“Oh, come on now ” Elizabeth insisted.  
She was so very pretty, very very sexy and very persuasive … I was weak. 

“Well okay,” I finally agreed but thought to myself, “my wife won’t like it.”
After a couple of restorative Scotch and waters, I thanked Elizabeth.
“I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset.
So I’d best go now.”
“Don’t be silly!”  Elizabeth said with a smile, letting her robe fall open slightly.
“She won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”
“Still under the cart, I guess”, I said. 
God Bless and keep reading

About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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