Many years ago during my married days, I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
Elizabeth, a very, 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, (loose breasts undulating beneath her white terry 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
“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 and thought to myself, but my wife won’t like it.
After a few 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
“Still under the cart I guess,” I said.