<p>The <a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/wild-summer-many-39983466">first part</a> of this story was published months ago (sorry about not continuing it until now). It's a little like a very kinky version of Caddyshack with a young man working at a country club and getting involved with the beautiful young wife of a wealthy man. I recommend you <a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/wild-summer-many-39983466">click here</a> to read the first part just to get an idea of what's going on. If you've already read it, then enjoy the story!</p><p><img data-media-id="114209859" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Good afternoon, Grace,” Lucas said as he approached the exceedingly beautiful woman whose loins he’d tasted less than 24 hours prior. “Can I get you anything? A fresh towel? A drink, perhaps?”</p><p>Grace smiled at Lucas and pulled her sunglasses off. “Did you enjoy the taste of my pussy, Lucas?” she asked.</p><p>A sense of panic rose in Lucas’s chest as his head whipped around to see if anyone was in earshot. Grace’s laughter pulled his attention back to the beautiful married woman and he said, “Grace, please, I really don’t want to get fired. You can’t say stuff like that.”</p><p>“Lucas, I’m no fool,” Grace replied. “I have no interest in igniting my husband’s temper, which is considerable. We’re all alone in this corner of the pool deck. As you know, most of the women here want nothing to do with me.”</p><p>Lucas’s heart rate returned to normal and he tried his best to look as if he was doing his job instead of navigating what felt like a treacherous conversation. “Why do you keep coming back?” he asked.</p><p>“Well, my husband insists that I come. He pays a great deal of money for our membership, after all. Plus, I like it here. It’s beautiful and exceedingly luxurious. They spend their member’s money quite well,” Grace said. She ran her fingers over her stomach and down one of her legs while flashing a seductive smile at Lucas. “There are certain other benefits to coming here, too.”</p><p>Lucas watched her fingers move over her tanned skin and back up her leg before Grace put her sunglasses back on. “I enjoyed it,” he said.</p><p>“What’s that?” Grace asked.</p><p>“The taste of your pussy,” Lucas answered. “I enjoyed it.”</p><p>Grace laughed and crossed her legs, drawing Lucas’s gaze between them. “Do you play tennis, Lucas?”</p><p>The sudden change in topic through Lucas for a loop, but he recovered a moment later and said, “Yes, I do. I was on the tennis team this past year, actually.”</p><p>“Excellent,” Grace said. “You’ll give me lessons, then.”</p><p>“Oh, well, I’m not really qualified for that. You should ask the club pro. He could give you far better lessons than I can,” Lucas replied.</p><p>Grace took her sunglasses off once more, looked up at Lucas, and said, “But he hasn’t committed to spending his summer learning how to make me cum, has he?”</p><p>Lucas shook his head. “No, I suppose he hasn’t.”</p><p>“You’ll give me private lessons at my home,” Grace informed him. “I’ll give you lessons too, Lucas. I’m sure it will be a very beneficial relationship.”</p><p>Lucas wasn’t in a position to argue or bargain with her. The moment he’d met her at the ladies room the day before he’d committed himself to doing just about anything Grace wanted. “Of course. Let me know when you’d like your first lesson, I guess.”</p><p>“Today,” Grace said. “After you get off you can come by the house. Don’t worry. My husband won’t be there. In the meantime, I’d love a glass of wine. Make it something expensive.”</p><p>Lucas nodded and said, “Of course. I’ll be right back with a glass of wine.” He headed for the bar with a mixture of angst and excitement battling inside him. He wasn’t sure what Grace had planned for him, but Lucas was quite certain she was doing it for her benefit, which meant things could go very badly for him if he wasn’t careful.</p><p>“What can I get for you, Lucas?” Sarah asked as he approached the bar.</p><p>“A glass of expensive wine for Mrs. Bannister,” he replied.</p><p>Sarah smiled. “You gotta love the wives that happily spend their husband’s money. One expensive glass of wine coming your way.” Sarah grabbed a bottle of red wine from the rack, opened it up, and offered a generous pour before sliding the glass Lucas’s way. “Hey, is everything alright? You seem a little distracted.”</p><p>“You’re very observant,” he said.</p><p>Sarah stepped closer and put her hands on the bar. “A bartender always is.”</p><p>“Mrs. Bannister just asked me to give her private tennis lessons. She wants me to go by their house after I get off work,” he explained.</p><p>“Damn,” Sarah said. “Be careful with that, Lucas. Sometimes the second wives get bored a lot quicker than the first wives, you know?”</p><p>Lucas nodded. He was well aware that the wives of wealthy men could be quite destructive in their quest to alleviate the boredom that came with being a kept woman. “I’ll do my best to stay out of the line of fire,” he said.</p><p>“You really should. Mr. Bannister has a way of ruining lives when he gets pissed,” Sarah replied.</p><p>Lucas grabbed the wine and headed back out to the pool. The angst had deepened, but he didn’t see any way to escape getting wrapped up in whatever game Grace wanted to play. All he could do was go along with it and hope things didn’t blow up in his face.</p><p>Mr. Bannister didn’t own a home. He owned an estate, complete with a long and winding driveway, acres of perfectly manicured grounds that included a tennis court, basketball court, and Olympic-sized swimming pool. Lucas pulled up to the massive mansion at the center of the property and took a deep breath as he soaked it all in.</p><p>He got out of his crappy car, grabbed his racket and the tennis balls he’d bought for the occasion, and headed for the front door. It opened before he could find the doorbell and Grace greeted him with a smile. She was dressed in a tight, cropped t-shirt and a short, gleaming white pleated tennis skirt and Lucas couldn’t help but stare for just a few moments.</p><p>“I look good, don’t I?” she asked.</p><p>“Shit, I’m sorry,” Lucas said. “I shouldn’t have stared.”</p><p>“Oh, you absolutely should have,” Grace said. “I work hard for this body, Lucas. It’s meant to be admired. I mean, it’s meant to keep my husband happy – that’s a second wife’s first job, after all – but I like that even someone as young as you thinks I look good.”</p><p>“You do,” Lucas said. “Your hard work has clearly paid off.”</p><p>Grace stepped aside and said, “Come in.”</p><p>Lucas stepped into the foyer and the massive crystal chandelier caught his attention before anything else. He looked up at what seemed to be thousands of sparkling pieces and Grace stepped close enough for their arms to touch.</p><p>“It’s hideous,” she said. “It’s my least favorite thing in the house and I’m on a mission to get rid of it. It cost a fortune, though, so Robert – that’s Mr. Bannister – is resistant. I’ve managed to cleanse the house of almost everything the first Mrs. Bannister bought, but this disgusting chandelier is still around.” Grace took his hand and Lucas’s pulse raced almost immediately. “Come,” she said.</p><p>Lucas let her lead him through the foyer and the massive dining room and into the kitchen, which had a beautiful view of the backyard, the pool, and the tennis court.</p><p>“Would you like anything to drink?” Grace asked.</p><p>“No, thanks,” he replied as his eyes wandered over the biggest, most beautiful kitchen he’d ever seen.</p><p>Grace opened the refrigerator and bent over and Lucas shifted his attention to her ass as the tennis skirt rode up, revealing she was wearing a rather skimpy white thong. He knew he shouldn’t have stared, but Lucas couldn’t help it.</p><p>“If my husband was here he’d be quite upset with you, Lucas,” Grace said as she stood and smiled at him.</p><p>“What? Oh, right, sorry. I was staring again,” Lucas replied as his eyes darted around the kitchen in an effort to stare at anything other than the beautiful, scantily clad woman he was about to offer a tennis lesson to.</p><p>Grace laughed. “I’m kidding, Lucas. Well, sort of. Robert would definitely be pissed if he caught you staring at my ass like that, but he’s not here and I bent over like that so you could have a look.” She grabbed a bottled water, closed the refrigerator, and approached with a seductive smile on her face. Grace stopped just short of pressing their bodies together and reached out to grab his cock. “Have you thought about my pussy today?”</p><p>Lucas nodded as he got hard in her grasp. “I have.”</p><p>“Did you think about eating my pussy again, Lucas? Were you hoping I’d let you eat my pussy today?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Lucas admitted. “I thought about it constantly, actually.”</p><p>“Get on your knees,” Grace said.</p><p>Lucas dropped to his knees and looked up at her. Grace put her foot on one of the stools by the island and lifted her skirt. She pulled aside her panties, put a hand on the back of Lucas’s head, and pulled him between her legs.</p><p>“Eat my pussy,” she said.</p><p>Lucas’s cock throbbed as he did what the beautiful older woman demanded. She moaned and slowly moved her hips, rubbing her slick pussy over his tongue. After no more than a minute Grace stepped back, fixed her panties, and let her skirt fall. She helped Lucas to his feet and a moment later the maid walked into the kitchen.</p><p>“Good afternoon, Celia,” Grace said.</p><p>“Good afternoon, Mrs. Bannister,” the stout Latina maid replied.</p><p>“This is Lucas,” Grace said. “He’s my new tennis instructor.”</p><p>“Very good, Mrs. Bannister. It’s nice to meet you, Lucas,” Celia said.</p><p>Lucas nodded. “It’s nice to meet you too.”</p><p>“Well, we should get to it,” Grace said. She headed for the backyard and Lucas followed with his heart pounding hard. He’d been seconds from getting caught going down on Grace and potentially putting him in the crosshairs of one of the wealthiest, angriest men in town.</p><p>“Holy shit,” Lucas said. “That was close.”</p><p>“Not really,” Grace replied. “Celia wouldn’t say anything. My husband’s an asshole to her. I’m actually nice to her. I think she’d actually like the idea that I had some cute young guy servicing my pussy because my husband can’t fuck me worth a damn.”</p><p>“Is it really that bad?” Lucas asked as they headed towards the tennis court.</p><p>Grace looked at him and smiled. “Honestly? No. It’s just that I expected it to be better so I’m constantly disappointed. For some reason, I haven’t adjusted yet. It’s not like he’s going to get better, I just thought he would be, so every time we fuck I get a little bit annoyed.”</p><p>Lucas couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea of marrying someone that would disappoint him sexually, but he knew life was far more complicated than he could understand, thanks in large part to his lack of experience.</p><p>“My racket’s in the pool house,” Grace said. “Let me go grab it and I’ll meet you on the court.”</p><p>Lucas watched Grace’s long, beautiful legs as she strode towards the pool house. He thought of being on his knees in her kitchen and tasting her pussy once again and it was enough to bring his cock back to life. Once again he reminded himself of how unwise he’d been to get into his current situation, but even if there was a safe way out, Lucas wasn’t entirely sure he’d take it. Grace was the most alluring woman he’d ever met and Lucas was certain the summer he was about to have would be among the most interesting of his life.</p><p>“So, what’s your level of experience?” Lucas asked. “Tennis wise, I mean.”</p><p>“Somewhere between beginner and intermediate, I guess,” Grace answered as they stepped onto the court. “I had a handful of lessons when I was younger and Robert and I have played a few times, but he’s a lot better than I am so it’s not all that much fun. The country club has a doubles tournament at the end of the summer and he wants us to enter it. It’s your job to make sure I’m good enough for us to stand a chance. Do you think you can do that, Lucas?”</p><p>“If I’m being honest, I have no idea,” Lucas said. “I’ve taken a lot of tennis lessons in my life, but I’ve never given one.”</p><p>“Well, how about this, Lucas. If Robert and I win that tournament, I’ll let you fuck me,” Grace said. “I’ll let you fuck me any way you’d like. I’ll even let you cum inside me. How does that sound?”</p><p>“Like a really good reason to help you win that tournament,” Lucas said.</p><p>“Let’s get started, then,” Grace replied.</p><p>Given the lack of warning about his newfound status as a tennis instructor, Lucas hadn’t had much time to prepare. He’d spent most of the day thinking about how he could do the job effectively, and that meant the first session would be dedicated to figuring out how good Grace was.</p><p>Unsurprisingly, she proved quite athletic. Her technique was sloppy, but she moved gracefully on the court as they warmed up with a few quick rallies and Lucas was convinced he’d be able to help her improve, though ensuring Grace was good enough to win the doubles tournament was something else entirely.</p><p>“We need to start with your form,” Lucas said as he joined Grace on her side of the net after their warm up. “Let’s start with the grip.”</p><p>Lucas demonstrated the proper way to grip the racket and worked through the basics he remembered from his first lessons. They practiced the proper forehand and backhand strokes, first at a relaxed pace before working their way up to full speed.</p><p>“You know, I feel like I’m not fully getting it,” Grace said after a few minutes of swing practice. “Do you think you could show me?”</p><p>“Of course,” Lucas replied as he picked up his racket.</p><p>“No, not with your racket,” she said. “Show me, Lucas. Guide my hand.” Lucas dropped his racket and stepped closer. He reached for Grace’s hand but she pulled back. “Not like that, Lucas. From behind me. Your body needs to be one with mine. You need to teach me the movement.”</p><p>“Oh, okay,” Lucas said. His heart rate picked up. He could see the look on Grace’s face. There was no question she intended on having a little fun. He stepped behind her and Grace pushed her ass into his crotch. He looked down to see her skirt riding up a little. If he hadn’t been wearing shorts, he would have felt the warm, sweaty skin of her thighs against his.</p><p>Lucas leaned forward and ran his fingers down Grace’s forearm. He gently wrapped his hand around hers and pulled back slowly. He moved the racket through the air in a slow motion version of a forehand and followed through.</p><p>“Just like that,” Lucas said.</p><p>Grace looked back at him and smiled. Their lips were impossibly close and for a moment he thought she might kiss him. “You’re an excellent teacher, Lucas.”</p><p>“Thank you,” he replied.</p><p>Grace moved her ass a little and Lucas quickly reached a fully erect state. He was tempted to back away, but it seemed obvious that she was trying to get him hard. “Are you thinking about fucking me, Lucas?” she asked.</p><p>“I can’t help it,” he replied.</p><p>“Is this how you’d fuck me? From behind?” Grace asked.</p><p>“I…I don’t know,” Lucas said. “I guess I’d try to fuck you every way imaginable.”</p><p>“Grace!” someone called out.</p><p>Grace stood up and Lucas backed away and looked over his shoulder. He saw Mr. Bannister coming out of the house and towards the tennis court.</p><p>“Welcome home, Robert!” Grace called back.</p><p>Lucas looked down and saw the tent in his shorts. He panicked at the idea of Mr. Bannister seeing his erection. “What do I do?” he asked.</p><p>“Sit on the bench,” Grace said. “Robert will barely pay attention to you, I promise.”</p><p>Lucas grabbed his racket and rushed towards the bench. He hastily untied his shoe and pulled it off so he could act like he was on the bench to free a pebble from bothering the bottom of his foot.</p><p>Grace met Mr. Bannister at the gate and stepped into his arms. They kissed and Lucas glanced at the couple to see Mr. Bannister lift his wife’s skirt and grab her ass. “You look good in this little skirt,” he said.</p><p>“I wore it just for you,” she replied. “I knew you’d come home while I was getting my lesson. I knew you’d like seeing me on the court in this cute little skirt and this skimpy top.”</p><p>Mr. Bannister smiled. “You know me so well.”</p><p>“I love making you happy,” Grace said. “And I know it makes you happy to see your wife in something sexy.”</p><p>They kissed again and again Lucas glanced over. Mr. Bannister grasped his wife’s ass and massaged her flesh. His fingers wandered a little lower and Lucas was almost certain Mr. Bannister was trying to play with her pussy.</p><p>“How’s your instructor?” Mr. Bannister asked.</p><p>“Lucas? He’s wonderful,” Grace said. “I’m confident we’ll stand a good chance at winning the doubles championship by the time he’s done with me.”</p><p>“Should my wife be confident of that, Lucas?” Mr. Bannister asked.</p><p>Lucas slipped his shoe onto his foot, looked up at Mr. Bannister, and said, “Absolutely, sir. Mrs. Bannister is a natural athlete and I think she can improve a great deal in a few months.”</p><p>Mr. Bannister smacked Grace’s ass and said, “Excellent. I’m going to steal Mrs. Bannister away for a little while, Lucas. You wait here.”</p><p>“Of course,” Lucas replied.</p><p>Mr. Bannister took Grace’s hand and they walked towards the house. He flipped up her skirt and grabbed her ass a few times on the way there. She squealed in delight each time. There was no question what they were going to the house to do. Lucas sat back and took a deep breath. He was thankful that Grace had been right. Mr. Bannister paid him no attention once she’d distracted him with a kiss. All he cared about was fucking his wife.</p><p>Lucas waited a short while and was about to kill time with a stroll around the grounds when he spotted Grace coming his way. She had a smile on her face and a bounce in her step, which struck Lucas as odd considering her complaints about sex with Mr. Bannister.</p><p>“I hope it wasn’t terrible waiting for me,” Grace said as she stepped onto the court.</p><p>“Not at all,” Lucas replied.</p><p>Grace sat on the bench and spread her legs. She pulled up her skirt and revealed that she’d left her panties inside.</p><p>“What are you doing?” he asked. “Mr. Bannister is inside. He could see.”</p><p>“Robert has a dinner meeting with a client,” Grace said. “He came home for a quickie and he’s in the shower, where he’ll be for the next twenty minutes. It shouldn’t take you that long to make me cum, should it? Robert got me started – though of course he didn’t make me cum – and I’d like you to finish the job, Lucas. So get on your knees, crawl between my legs, and eat my pussy.”</p><p>“But…but your husband, he was just…” Lucas stammered.</p><p>“He was just inside me?” Grace said. “Do you not want to eat my pussy after my husband’s cock was inside me, Lucas?”</p><p>“Well, it just, it seems, kind of gross, to be honest,” Lucas said.</p><p>Grace pushed two fingers deep into her pussy, held them there for a few moments, then pulled them out and stood up. She closed the distance between her and Lucas in a few steps, lifted her fingers, and pressed them against his lower lips. “Open up,” she said. “Now.”</p><p>Lucas opened his mouth and Grace pushed her fingers onto his tongue.</p><p>“Clean them,” she said. “Taste me.”</p><p>Lucas closed his lips around her fingers and sucked them clean as instructed. He didn’t taste anything abnormal, though.</p><p>“Sometimes, Robert likes to cum in my mouth,” she said. “I think it makes him feel powerful. He likes to see me get on my knees. He even likes when I beg for it. I begged for it today. I got on my knees in front of my husband and I begged for him to cum in my mouth, Lucas. I was a good wife and I swallowed just like he wanted me to.”</p><p>Lucas had a raging erection, though he didn’t entirely understand why. He thoroughly enjoyed the arousal coursing through his body, though.</p><p>“Now, I’m going to sit on that bench and you’re going to make me cum, Lucas. You’re going to worship my pussy despite the fact that my husband’s cock was just inside it. Do you understand?” she asked.</p><p>Lucas nodded and Grace pulled her fingers from his mouth, backed up, and sat on the bench. She spread her legs, pulled up here skirt, and revealed her bare pussy once more. This time, Lucas didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, crawled between her legs, and went to work.</p><p>Grace put a hand on top of his head, moaned loudly, and said, “That’s it,” she said. “Eat my pussy. Put your tongue where my husband’s disappointing cock just traveled. Finish the job for him, Lucas. Eat my wet pussy.”</p><p>Lucas ran his fingers up and down her thighs as he massaged Grace’s clit with his tongue. She rewarded him with a low moan and he briefly considered reaching up to play with her tits. It seemed unwise, though. Despite it being the third time he’d gone down on her, they weren’t close enough for him to make a leap like that.</p><p>“That’s it,” Grace said as her body began to tremble. “That’s it, Lucas. Make me cum. Eat my freshly-fucked cunt and make me cum. That’s it. Eat the cunt my husband just fucked and make me cum!”</p><p>Grace climaxed on Lucas’s tongue a few moments later. A series of wild, wondrous moans escaped her lips as she leaned back and tilted her head skywards. Lucas leaned back on his knees and watched the beautiful older woman indulge in the pleasure he’d provided.</p><p>“Thank you, Lucas,” Grace said with a smile on her face. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and kissed him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and any resistance Lucas might have felt melted away. He knew Mr. Bannister’s cum has just been on Grace’s tongue, but Lucas couldn’t taste it. He couldn’t taste anything, really. The kiss was pure pleasure.</p><p>“Wow, that was incredible,” Lucas said as Grace sat back.</p><p>Grace looked between Lucas’s legs, smiled, and asked, “Lucas, do you have a girlfriend? Someone that could take care of that erection of yours?”</p><p>“No, I don’t,” Lucas replied.</p><p>“Why is that?” she asked.</p><p>“It’s summer,” he said. “I had a girlfriend at school – though we broke up after spring break – and it’s not easy to find a girl here that’s willing to date for just the summer, you know?”</p><p>“Have you asked anyone out?” Grace asked.</p><p>“No,” Lucas replied.</p><p>She smiled. “Well then, you don’t really know if it’s easy to find someone or not, do you? I’ll tell you what, Lucas. I’m going to help you find a girlfriend. You deserve a little bit of pleasure, after all.”</p><p>“Okay,” Lucas said. He wasn’t sure about dating a girl while servicing Grace, but he wasn’t going to argue with her in the moment.</p><p>“In the meantime, we should continue with my lesson. I do actually need to get better at tennis. Thank you for the orgasm, though,” Grace said as she stood up.</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” Lucas replied. He grabbed his racket, collected the balls strewn about the court, and tried to clear his mind of any distracting sexual thoughts to get back to the tennis lesson.</p>