Improving the Golf Game

Heather was a casual friend that lived down the street from my wife and I. She was the vivacious wife of Ted, a golfing buddy of mine, Ted and Heather had a rock solid marriage, or so I thought. Heather was a former beauty queen, and even though she had managed to birth two kids, she still managed to retain her girlish figure. Ted could easily have made the cover of GQ and Heather, well, she could make a potato sack look sexy. I knocked on Ted?s door. We were running late for our 8am Saturday morning tee time. Heather answered the door, dressed casually in stylish size one jeans and a button down white cotton shirt, which she wore untucked. Her long auburn brown hair hung casually across her shoulders. Evil thoughts crossed my mind. I had to remind myself she was the wife of my golfing buddy. ?Ted will be right out,? Heather remarked, leaning casually against the door frame. She looked down at my golf shoes and remarked, proffering a noticeable wink, ?You?re looking quite spiffy today.? ?Thanks,? I mumbled. Heather looked over her shoulder for Ted. ?I think he is washing his balls,? she remarked. Almost immediately, she caught herself and added, ?Golf balls.? I had to smile. ?Of course,? I replied. Heather had a great şişli escort sense of humor and she was not shy, in the very least. She knew she was pretty and she used it to her advantage. Out on the practice green, Ted was his usual 'look at that shot' self. We had partnered up with a couple of other guys and unfortunately for us, they were damn near professional. Ted did not like to be showed up. His frustration mounted very quickly as we hooked and sliced our way through the first nine and then missed the hole, putt after putt, on the greens. When one of the guys kidded us about our poor play, Tom came unglued. It was uncharacteristic of him. ?What?s up?? I asked Ted as we approached the back nine. ?It?s Heather,? he confided, ?We?re having issues.? Issues? Mr. and Mrs. Perfect? I was shocked. ?I?m sorry to hear that,? I replied. ?I hope you guys can work it out.? ?We might, and we might not,? Ted confided. I didn?t know what else to say. We boogied eleven and twelve and birdied thirteen and made par on fifteen, sixteen and seventeen. On the final hole, we were so far behind the guys we were playing with, that we decided to let them play on. Finishing the hole, Ted said he wanted to keep playing. mecidiyeköy escort It was one o?clock and we had been out on the course since eight. I was spent. Eighteen holes were enough for me. Ted looked at his cell phone. It was dead. ?Freaking great!? he replied. ?Story of my life, my marriage and everything else.? I felt bad for Ted. I had no idea what was going on, but felt fairly sure he would rebound. He had been down before and always found a way to come back. Ted asked to borrow my cell phone and I stood by as he called and told Heather he would be staying out for a second round of golf. I could tell by the shortness of the conversation, there was a definite issue between the two. I headed up to the club house, stopping by my car and jettisoning my golf equipment into the trunk. I hated seeing my golfing buddy so down. As I swung onto Palo Alto Street, I decided to stop by and see if I could figure out what was transpiring by talking with Heather. She always seemed like a rational person, so I had to hear her side of things. Heather answered the door, sporting the same attire she had on early in the day. ?Can we chat?? I asked. ?Come on in,? she replied, opening the door to the house. I stepped in and Heather closed the door behind me. I followed her into the living room. Guilty thoughts flooded my mind as I followed her. What I wouldn?t give to experience what she had to offer. Heather oozed sex appeal. ?For what reason am I honored to have your accompaniment?? Heather asked, taking a seat on the couch, as I took a seat on the loveseat. The top two buttons of her button down shirt were unfastened and I had to catch myself and make sure my gaze didn?t wander below chin level. ?Ted confided in me that you and him are having some issues,? I remarked, laying it all on the table. Heather sat with her legs crossed, her fingers interlocked around her knees, as I sat across from her. ?Really?? she responded, ?He said that?? I could tell that she seemed a little annoyed by my revelation and intrusion into a personal matter. ?Yes,? I responded. Heather remained silent for a moment. I could see her thinking. ?Yes,? she responded. ?Yes, we have some issues, but they are deeply personal.? I am not a marriage counselor, but I knew that 'deeply personal' meant either money or sex. Knowing they had no money issues, I surmised very quickly it was a sex issue. ?You?re pretty smart,? Heather remarked, after I provided my theory. ?I?m guessing you want to screw his brains out and he isn?t paying any attention,? I remarked. ?It?s not just that,? Heather responded, ?We are on separate planets.