Naughty Tee Time Fun: Frank’s Fetish

Naughty Tee Time Fun: Teasing Frank

 

Hello, naughty ones. Every day I realize how much my life has taken turns I never expected since my divorce. Little did I know that one of those turns would involve dating an older man with an interesting fetish and engaging in some naughty tee time fun with him.

When I first met Frank, I was drawn to his confidence, charm, and silver hair that hinted at a life well-lived. I also loved his British accent. He was everything I wasn’t looking for, yet everything I needed at that moment. But as our relationship progressed, I started to notice something peculiar about him: his long balls and his desire for me to make fun of them.

I remember the first time he brought it up, almost sheepishly, as if he was afraid of my reaction. I initially refused to do it. But eventually, curiosity got the best of me, so I reluctantly agreed.

And as I started to indulge his fetish, I found myself enjoying it. There was a strange exhilaration in teasing him, and seeing the excitement in his eyes only fueled my enthusiasm.

Soon, occasional pillow talk about his long balls became a regular part of our everyday conversations.

We were discussing our plans for the weekend one day when I made a suggestion that changed everything. I told Frank that I wanted to have some naughty tee time fun with him. He laughed it off, at first, thinking I was joking. But when he realized I was serious, his eyes lit up with excitement. Then I suggested we pay a visit to the local sporting goods store, and off we went.

I could tell Frank sensed I was plotting something as we strolled through the aisles. But I waited until we reached the section displaying an array of golf clubs before I decided to tell him exactly what my naughty tee time fun plans for us entailed. I smiled and handed him a set of irons and whispered into his ear. His cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Then he nodded in agreement and turned toward the unsuspecting clerk behind the counter.

“Sir, I want you to know these are for the lady and me.”

The clerk’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. Frank pressed on, his tone perfectly serious despite the absurdity of the next words he uttered.

“I’m an old pervert, and my bollocks are so long now that they could double as golf balls. And she wants to make use of them outside of the bedroom.”

The clerk stared at Frank for a moment, disbelief written plainly across his face, before bursting into contagious laughter.

Frank and I left the store, our arms laden with golf clubs and our laughter echoing through the aisles. And I couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for the man at my side. I cherished our willingness to embrace the absurdities of life together wholeheartedly.

Naughty tee time fun with Frank

Frank got on all fours and let me gently hit his long balls with a driver on a private golf course. I even yelled, “Fore!” after hitting them to be more of a smartass. Then we played real golf, and he easily bested me before we called it a day and went home, spirits high.

After we settled into the comfort of our living room, I realized I couldn’t shake the feeling of exhilaration that lingered in the air. So I decided to reward Frank for his acquiescence and prowess on the greens. He was lounging on the couch, still chuckling at our antics as I momentarily disappeared into the bedroom.

A happy ending after our naughty tee time fun

“Time for your reward, you ancient bastard,” I announced with a playful grin, holding a vibrator and a bottle of massage oil. Frank raised an eyebrow in curiosity, and I motioned for him to sit back and relax. Then I pulled his pants and boxer briefs down and coated my hands and the vibrator with massage oil.

He initially seemed taken aback by my boldness. But as my hands and the vibrator worked their magic, a low hum of pleasure escaped his lips. And I could feel the tension in the room mounting as I simultaneously jacked him off and slowly fucked his ass with the vibrator.

His breath grew ragged. And his eyes darkened with desire as he watched my “handiwork” with unwavering intensity. I met his gaze with a knowing smile while he pawed at my tits and his cock throbbed in my slippery hand. Then I started making fun of his long balls and reminded him of our naughty tee time fun. He moaned loudly in response to the insults, handjob, and very good vibes.

His hips bucked wildly as I picked up the pace and pointed his cock toward his face. Soon after, ropes of cum landed on his bifocals, which made both of us laugh, and we continued to have more naughty fun that day – and thereafter.

In retrospect, I can’t help but marvel at the unexpected turn our relationship had taken. Frank and I had discovered a connection that transcended the ordinary – from playful banter to passionate intimacy. So here’s to finding joy in life’s adventures when we dare to defy convention and follow our hearts.

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