My wife and I decided to go out and play golf on last Saturday evening. I'm the one who actually plays golf and my wife just loves to go along and drive the cart. My wife and I had been at the mall shopping all day and she had been teasing me with her sexy feet in almost every store that we had visited. She knew that I would not touch her feet in public when hundreds of people would be watching, so she got immense pleasure from watching my reactions to her very public foot teases.

It was rather late in the day, so very few people were out on the course. There was no one in front of us or behind us for miles. I could hardly keep my mind on my swing and my score as thoughts of my wife's foot teases continually invaded my mind. My wife was wearing a light blue T-shirt with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders and loose denim shorts. On her feet were a pair of those new faddish black wedge thongs that look like platforms with foottop straps. She looked incredibly delicious as I stared at her sitting in the cart on the first teebox.

"I'll be your caddy!" She yelled as I watched my first drive land in the fairway.

My wife knew very little about the game of golf, but I figured that I would indulge her interests. Every now and then I would slice or shank a shot and she would help me look for my balls. The sound that her shoes made as they slapped her feet was music to my ears. When she was sitting in the cart she would abandon her shoes and put her feet up on the dash. Things heated up on hole #11 as she was out looking for one of my errant shots. She was up on top of one of the mounds when she called out, "Here it is, Honey!"

She was on her tippy toes exposing her soles and I yelled out to her, "Don't move. I'll be right there in a minute."

I made my way over to my unsuspecting wife. She had no earthly idea what was about to happen to her next. She was smiling at me and pointing to my ball as I approached. I thanked her and accidently dropped another ball next to her left foot on purpose. When I knelt down to pick it up, I grabbed her left ankle. She shrieked and hopped around on her right foot for a few seconds before gently falling to the plush turf. She struggled and giggled as I tried to remove her shoes. With both of her thongs laying motionlessly on the rough, she managed to break loose from my grip. She was laughing in mild hysteria and screaming for me to stop as she bolted off toward the cart. I caught her from behind and tackled her from the ankles onto the soft fairway grass and subdued her ankles while she lay on her back.

"Oh, God, NOOOOOOOO!" She screamed as I showed her my claw gesture.

"You can't do this out in public. Too many people will see you!" She said through her constant giggling.

"There's no one around us for miles!" I retorted as I dug into her helpless semi-rough soles.

My wife has extrememly ticklish feet and she began bucking and kicking under my assault. I forcefully rolled her over onto her stomach and climbed on top of her as I scratched across her soles. The sound of my fingernails raking the wrinkles of her rough soles was awesome when coupled with her loud sexy screams and cries for help. The wind was really whipping the flag on the green as wife struggled in the fairway while receiving one of her many smackdowns. I stroked her soles and toes with my tongue as I tasted the grit from the ground stuck between her toes. It just drives her crazy when I put my mouth on her feet. I closed my lips around her big toe and made humming sounds as my tongue danced around and underneath her toe. I was getting hot.

She was in tears from laughter as I tickled the underside of her toes and ran each of my fingers between each of her lovely red painted digits. Her shoes seemed miles away in the distance on the mound about 50 yards from where we both lay there in the fairway. The wind ballooned her shorts and exposed her panties every few seconds or so. I slid my finger up her panties and onto her clit as I continued my assault on her rough barefeet.

"MMMmmmmmmmm!" I said as I concentrated on the moment. It was the most concentration that I had managed to muster all day. Her body shivered and shook as she shrieked and moaned between giggles.

"Oh, No. You can't do this!" She screamed. "Someone might see us. Someone's coming!"

"Relax," I told her and vigorously began kneading my finger over her clit.

She closed her eyes and arched her head back as I played with her clit and nibbled on her now red heels. She still lay on her stomach with her hands grasping her hair. I don't know which emotion was stronger, the urge to laugh hysterically from the assault on her feet or the strong urge to cum right there on the eleventh fairway. The bulge in my pants grew and grew as I watched her reactions. I thought she would explode. She was almost crying as she pleaded with me to quit. About seven minutes later there was the most piercing series of screams that I had ever heard. If there was anyone there on the course that evening, I'm almost sure they heard her. I was nibbling on her soles with my teeth while stroking her clit at the same time and she literally soaked my fingers as she came right there on the grass. I was so horny that I couldn't even finish the round. She cleaned up, retrieved her shoes and gave me a grudging smile as we got back into the cart.

"That was incredible, honey!" She screamed. "I can't believe you did that, you crazy little pervert!"

I just smiled and drove the cart back to the club house. I sped home and picked up where we left on the course. You can just imagine what else happened in our bedroom that night!