As with all postings, you had better be of age, consenting adult, etc, etc, etc. Your mileage may vary. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Please let me know what you think ... Chapter one, a shocking experience. Rodney was an average fellow. He worked as a mid-level engineer in a large, international construction and engineering firm. He didn't have a large, fancy office. Between him and his wife, though, they brought in a respectable income and lived in a nice house in one of Chicago's upscale suburbs. He drove a nice car and had two kids, who were away in college. Both were taking the summer on overseas trips. Rod wasn't a big sportsman but liked to get outdoors in the nice weather to do things like ride his bike, hike a bit, do lawn work, etc. On the other hand, he also was slightly introverted so, especially in the long Midwestern winters, he spent a lot of time in front of the TV or computer. Rod's wife, Karen, was quite beautiful when they got married. She had been slim and quite fetching. However, after two kids and 25 years of marriage, time was taking it's toll. She never lost the fat she had put on during her pregnancies. And as her hormonal balance swung she lost interest in sex. Rodney still loved her but had quite a 'roman eye' ... and when he was alone on his computer was always surfing porn sites. He was a 'breast man' and Karen didn't have what it would take to make him turn his head. He had a particular predilection for thin blondes or redheads with huge breasts. Even fantasy ones, Photoshopped to be bigger than humanly possible, were his favorites. As part of this he often also thought of how he had come up short in the penis department. His cock, although it had functioned as designed, was very, very average. Even though, he always felt shortchanged. As part of his fantasies of screwing huge breasted women, he also imagined his cock to be something Photoshopped, as well. A minimum of 12 inches long and fatter than could be gripped in his hand. When soft, it would swing between his legs, bouncing against balls that were each baseball sized. He even imagined that when 'his ship came in' he might have enough money, and guts, to get penis enhancement surgery that he had read about online. He also had another penchant for a fantasty with both he and his conquest as extremely muscular, much like the Amazon men and women seen in extreme bodybuilding contests. To add to the fantasy was his knowledge that, in reality, women who use steroids to get the amazing physiques usually had super enlarged clits, too. So, the total package of both the woman and himself, in his mind as he jacked off, were physically mind-blowing specimens. Day to day life continued for Rod as it had for so many years. One summer a note went out from the marketing department that a company wide summerfest would be on. As a central part of it was a day at one of Chicago's lovely country clubs for a golf tournament. Although Rod wasn't much of a golfer, he did get out once or twice a summer for fun with his buddies. He also would go every now and then to the driving range. Thus, his game wasn't too embarrassing. On the other hand, Karen had only gone mini-golfing ... never had she held a driver in her hands and shot for a green hundreds of yards away. Rod knew this and was a little concerned but he read the note futher along that not only would spouses be invited but there would be special foursomes for complete novices, along with course pros to teach the duffers the fine points of the game. In addition, there would be contests for the worst player, most lost balls, etc. So, that sealed the deal and Rod was certain that he could convince his wife to join him for a day of fun in the sun on the fairways. Plus, of course, there would plenty of booze, food and camaraderie with Rod's co-workers ... so it sounded like a great day all in all. Rod came home that evening and over dinner described to Karen the company summerfest plans. She was a little skeptical about the whole thing but Rod persisted and, since it was a party after all, she caved in and agreed to join Rod. Actually, she always liked when Rod was doing something physical ... especially when he worked up a bit of a sweat. Karen was quite attracted to Rod's pheromone output. Rod had suspected this earlier in their marriage, but never really gave it a second thought. As the day of the summerfest approached, Rod kept a close eye on the weather. He was kind of a weather geek. Obviously, it would really be a bummer if the whole event was washed out. The summer was a typical Chicago summer with hot and humid days fed by a flow from the Gulf. There were occasional burst of thunderstorms as cooler, drier air from the northwest would try and invade for a day or two. These storms were even sometimes a bit on the severe side. This kept the forecasters at the Weather Service on their toes. The Saturday of the summerfest dawned with a beautiful, clear blue sky. The forecast was truly outstanding, with more moderate temperatures due to a strong breeze off the lake. Chicago's TV weatherman have so beaten up the catch phrase "cooler near the lake" ... but it's true as Lake Michigan's cool water keeps the heat at bay for miles inland. Where the lake breeze ends and runs into the southwest flow, a small line of clouds can form. This line can often be seen in higher resolution satellite photos and can make for a nice shady break from the heat on a day that would otherwise be a scortcher. As it was shaping up, the golf course was not too far away from that lake breeze barrier. And, true to form, the winds were picking up and the day heating up. Rod and Karen got out on the course and were shooting as you would expect. Rod hit a few nice shots off the tees and on the fairways. His downfall, as for many golfers, was the putting game. On the other hand, Karen had little experience with 18 hole golf so, even with some guidance at each hole by a pro, she was basically just riding in the golf cart until everyone got to the greens. Once on the green Karen was amazingly good at putting, having sunk a few in one stroke.