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I didn't know what or who to expect to come into our bedroom that night. The door opened and Tamara entered wrapped in her towel. "Hey, big boy. Are you ready for me?"
"Of course I am, are you alone?"
"Do you want me to be?"
"Yes, I do want you to be alone. I want to make love you tonight."
"Hmmm... that's my honey. I want you to make love to me, too."
She turned off the light and climbed into bed. Our lips met with a passion I could only have dreamt about before meeting her. We melded into each other's body and spent time exploring each other. I don't know when we actually joined our loins. It seemed like one minute we were kissing and fondling; the next we were writhing around on the bed with my cock deeply embedded in her pussy. I felt her cum, relax, and then begin to build again. I was almost sure she came twice more before I did.
We lay there spent and exhausted. I passed out with my cock still inside her.
Sometime during the morning, Tamara pulled herself out of the tangle and went to the bathroom. I thought about getting up and making the coffee, but thought was my only activity. I was still tired.
While Tamara was still in the bathroom, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Yeah?" I said.
"Are you decent? I have coffee for you two." I heard Lena's voice through the door.
"Sure. Come on in."
Lena walked in with a tray of coffee while Christina was carrying fruit and danish. I pulled the covers up so I wasn't exposing anything. Tamara must have heard them for she came out of the bathroom with her robe on. Christina had a little baby-doll nightie with matching panties. Lena had just a T-shirt and from the few movements on the bed, she wasn't wearing any panties. I tried not to look but I was only human.
Lena seemed more upbeat than usual and asked, "What are you guys doing today?"
"I'm playing golf this morning. In fact I have to get moving or I'll be late."
"What time will you be through?" Lena asked.
Tamara spoke up, "What's up with you this morning?"
"I don't know. I feel like a new person. I want to do something with you two. Maybe go to Santa Fe and shop at the plaza and browse the galleries," she said.
Tamara looked at me with a look that wanted a yes to Lena's request.
"Are you up to that?" she asked.
"I'll be through about one. I would love to go to Santa Fe with you both." With that I got up and headed to the bathroom. Christina's eyes got big when I walked to the bathroom naked as a jaybird.
I heard whispering and giggling as I turned on the water in the shower and stepped in.
Tamara was there to hand me a towel when I finished. "This is the first time Lena has ever done something like this. I can't believe she got up early to fix us coffee and breakfast. I like the change."
I dried my hair and dressed during our conversation. "Do you think our morning in bed yesterday is the reason?" I asked.
"Possibly. There have been quite a few changes in her life since you came into mine. Her father never really showed her a strong caring male image. You have done nothing but that."
"Could be. I guess time will tell. Is Christina going to Santa Fe with us?"
"I don't know. I'll arrange everything so we can leave when you get back from playing golf. Do you want to take the Jag or the Expedition?"
"If you plan on buying anything, we should take the Expedition. But the Jag would be a little more comfortable. I'll leave it up to you."
I kissed her and headed for the garage. Lena was cleaning the kitchen when I came through. She ran over to me, threw her arms around me and said, "Thank you for everything!"
"You're welcome. I'll see you around one o'clock."
I called Frank and told him I would be there for our tee time. All the way to the clubhouse I kept thinking about the change in Lena. Was she thinking of me as a father figure or as a lover? I shook the thoughts out of my head.
Frank already had my clubs on his cart. George and Bob were ready as well. Frank began needling me at the first tee box, "Well Gov'nah, I do believe rank has its privilege so you have the honors, your honor."
"When was the last time you had to go to the hospital to have a driver removed from your rectum?" I asked. We all laughed and it helped to get my mind back on golf.
For whatever reason, I was playing tremendously. I made par on the first four holes and birdied the fifth. Arriving at the tee box on six, Frank said to the others, "When I said he had the honors on the first hole, I didn't expect him to keep them this long."
George agreed and Bob just shook his head. They normally shot 5 to 6 strokes better than me and I was up on Frank by 2 and 3 on Bob and George.
I made par on six and bogeyed seven. Bob made par and I lost my honors for number eight. I made par on eight and nine. George was on his cell phone as we drove to the snack shop at the clubhouse. I told them what I wanted and went to the bathroom.
The sight I walked out to was too funny. Standing at the back door were ten golfers holding their clubs like swords for me to walk under. They were singing Hail to the King. "What the hell is this shit?" I asked. "You guys can cut the Governor stuff out."
"You idiot," Bob said. "This isn't for the board. This is for your 36 on the front nine, Mr. Par Golfer." Everyone was clapping and slapping me on the back. It didn't sink in until then how well I had done.
"Well, then I'm going home, because it only goes downhill from here. Thanks guys."
We headed to the back nine with me on cloud nine.
The par shooting didn't hold up. I bogeyed ten and eleven. I birdied twelve. I had a good tee shot on thirteen and all three of the others didn't drive as far so they had already hit their second shot on the par five when I set up for mine. I had taken my practice swings and was about to address the ball when I heard a chorus of "Oh, John!" I looked up and was even with my house. There at the fence were Tamara, Lena and Christina. When they had our attention, Lena and Christina pulled up their shirts and flashed us. I lost it. I dropped my club and broke up laughing. Bob and George were in shock. Frank was laughing as well. He was the only one to know anything about my women.
The flashing was brief and so unexpected. I looked back towards the tee box and the next group was waiting to hit. I composed myself enough to hit a fairway wood to within sixty yards of the green. My gallery applauded after I hit. I doubt they even knew if it was a good shot or not. They waved and went back to the pool area.
Frank couldn't stop laughing about what just happened. "Sheila would have been there with them if she could," he said. "John, you probably don't realize it, but you have changed since you met Tamara. You used to be withdrawn. Your humor was a shield to keep people out. You have opened up so much. I'm impressed."
"Thanks. She has rejuvenated me."
"When I met you a year ago, you were very cautious. I know you were guarded because of everyone wanting a piece of your money." He stopped talking long enough to get out of the cart and hit his third shot onto the green from about 120 yards out. "Sheila told me after she met you that you needed a good woman. She also told me that if she and I weren't married, she would have grabbed you for herself."
George and Bob had both hit their third shots and were closer to the pin than Frank. "Okay Gov'nah, beat those."
"Fine," I said in a very cocky voice. "Watch this." I don't know if it was the flashing tits or that my concentration was on, but I hit the sand wedge about a foot past the hole and it backed up into the hole for an eagle. I was jumping and shouting. I got high fives from the boys. I had only ever had maybe half a dozen eagles before.
They gave me shit all the time they were lining up their puts. Bob and George both sank their birdie putts and Frank made par. Bob gave me shit that it was my back yard and I should eagle it every time.
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