golf cart

[gjb]

Many years ago during my married days, I accidentally overturned my golf cart.

Elizabeth, a 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, (firm loose breasts undulating beneath her white silky 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 it."

"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 but thought to myself, "my wife won't like it."

After a couple of 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 she?"

"Still under the cart, I guess" I said.

[plaicemat]

This reminds me of the golf story about the player who ended up in hospital with a golf club sticking out of his arse. The doctor asked how it happened and he told him it was because he tried to teach his wife how to play. By the ninth hole she was really getting the hang of it and having successfully putted in for 4, had beaten him on that one. When he bent down to retrieve her ball he said, "this looks like your hole". That's when she let him have it.