To: All My Net Friends
From: SeeShow
Subj: I received this story from a friend. He claimes it to be true.
It has been edited and names changed. I call it...

                   MY GOLFING BUDDY AND MY WIFE - Chapter 1

I enjoy playing golf and have been playing with the same foursome
each Saturday for about three years now. It's an easy going bunch of
guys with the possible exception of Dave who's somewhat arrogant and
seems to always bully the rest of us into playing the game the way
he wants to. Despite that, we've all gotten along fine over the last
three years in our golf outings. However, sometimes Dave can be
quite vexing, like several months ago when he and I were in the 19th
hole. We had finished our game and our other two golfing fiends had
left when the conversation worked it's way around to sex as it often
does with Dave. He has been recently divorced and is the envy of the
rest of us married guys, because without a doubt he's getting a lot
more and a greater variety of pussy then any of us "long
time-marrieds" are! I had asked him how his sex life was and he told
me that he has found it's a lot better with married women. At first
I wasn't sure what he meant - did he mean he wanted to get married
again? When I asked him just that he said,

        "Bob, for a guy with a college education, sometimes you can
be a total dumbshit."

        I like Dave, but as I said he also is a bit abrasive and
arrogant. And sometimes he can really get me upset. Dave continued,
"when I speak of married pussy, I'm talking about fucking pussies
that are married to other men.  More times than not, a married woman
is dying for a thorough fucking from a real man, not just the weekly
ten minute diddle they are used to from their husbands."

         "Well, I imagine that there are some dissatisfied wives out
there, but as your friend, in this small a community,  I can tell
you it's a mistake to go around  propositioning married woman.
You'll end up with, at least a bruised cheek from some women's slap
and maybe worse from her hubby."

         Dave chuckled, and quickly dismissed my cautions. "Bob, you
just don't even have any idea do you?  In the past three months, I
have approached six different married woman, and I'm batting a
thousand. I've concluded that there isn't a married woman out there,
if approached properly, who would turn down a extra-marital sexual
affair with a good-looking man."

        "I don't know what world you've been living in, Dave, but I
suspect that if you approached any of the married women that I know
your batting average would quickly drop to the point that you would
be sent back down to the minors."

        "Like who?"  Dave stared at me confidently.

        I was totally dumbfounded.  I didn't expect to be challenged
on this point. My mind went blank so I tried to avoid the question.
"Look, Dave, you know damn well that there are a lot of very
faithful wives living in the suburbs that you would never be able to
get into the sack."

        "Who?" Dave wasn't going to let the question slide.

        Without really thinking it through, I just blurted out,
"Well my wife, Donna for one!"

        Donna and I have been married for almost fourteen years,
with two kids to show for the venture. In all that time, I've never
had any reason to suspect Donna in any extra-marital activities.
First of all, Donna is rather conservative when it comes to sex.
Pretty much straight intercourse, with very rare oral sex, and
certainly no anal. From the perspective of frequency, we will
usually have sex 3 or 4 times a month. I knew that Donna would never
stray. In fact, when we meet she was only 16 and four years later
when we married, she was still a virgin. (Not that I didn't try, but
with her strong Catholic background she kept reminding me that she
was saving it for our marriage- something which I was forced to
respect)

        Dave smirked at my statement and said,  "Well Donna might be
a challenge."

        Dave had met Donna at a few social functions held by our
country club. But as far as I knew, certainly, nothing -not even
flirting- had occurred between them. Donna is always the epitome of
propriety.  Not that she isn't strikingly beautiful, but she masks
her 5 foot, six inch, 122 lbs. frame and 36-24-37 figure in
expensive and conservative attire.  One of my unspoken complaints
has always been that Donna's delectable ass and ample tits are never
displayed in a manner befitting its magnificence. Of course, her
dark reddish, long hair is always perfectly groomed and frames her
high cheek-bones, pouty lips and ivory skin.

        "Bob," Dave shook his head in a condescending fashion, "do
you really think for a moment that Donna hasn't fucked around on
you?"

         Not wanting to give any credence to Dave's outrageous
suggestion, I tried to remain composed when I confidently replied,
"I know she has never cheated and would never cheat. That's why your
hypothesis about married pussy is so wrong."

        "Well, Bob, if Donna hasn't taken on any other men, it's
only because she has never been presented with the right opportunity
or the right man"

        "Sure, sure, Dave, whatever you say..." My cynical response
only served to heighten Dave's competitive nature.

        "Look, I'll prove it to you if you doubt me...but its got to
be a fair test. You can't purposefully intervene or interfere. You
just give me a reasonable chance to prove my point without letting
Donna know that's something's up, I'll admit I'm wrong if I fail.
This was like taking candy from a baby I thought. Yet, I recognized
that Dave is a shrewd man and I didn't want any curves in this deal.
"What happens if your right?" I had to ask.

        "See, your already afraid that I'm right! A second ago, you
thought I was full of shit....I'll tell you what I'll make it an
easy wager. If I'm right, And to make it interesting lets place a
little wager on it. Say about $100."  He continued on by saying,
"But you have to agree not to interfere and let what ever happens to
happen. OK? "

       I said "Deal." and wondered why I had.

       For some unexplainable reason, I looked at Donna differently
that night as she emerged from the shower. I wondered how she would
react to Dave coming on to her. I wondered whether her nipples would
become erect in response to his flirting, whether her pussy would
involuntarily lubricate. As I daydreamed about the possible
scenarios, I suddenly imagined Donna naked, laying on her back, her
legs spread wide, bucking her pelvis wildly to meet the thrusts of
Dave's invading cock. Certainly, I had never witnessed such a scene
when Donna and I make love. Although I had never conceived of Donna
doing such things before that night, the thought of her illicitly
having sex with another man had this strange reaction on me. Instead
of being totally enraged at such thoughts, it actually was getting
me sexually aroused to the point where my dick was ROCK hard!

        That night I attacked Donna with a fervor. I wanted to
reassure myself of my potency. But, Donna reacted as always,
reservedly and in control. Even though I fucked her with what I
thought was superhuman intensity, she laid there, moving slowly,
waiting for me to finish. At the ordained moment, Donna reached up
and began to fondle my balls and the sensitive skin between my
scrotum and asshole. Donna knows that this sensation always sends me
over the edge. Even though I desperately wanted to hold off until
her belly rippled with an orgasm, the sensation was too great, and
at the last moment, the image in my mind returned to Dave slamming
his dick into Donna's cunt. I climaxed violently and collapsed. With
her normal grace, Donna slipped out from under me and rolled over to
go to sleep. Yet, for me, these unsettling images continued, until I
too fell into a deep sleep.

     For the next week, I continued to be haunted by these perverse
images of Dave and Donna in the throes of all varieties of sexual
couplings. I found myself masturbating with a fervor that I hadn't
known since adolescence. Since we only play golf on Saturdays, I
hadn't talked to Dave again during this time frame. I thought that
maybe it had just been a lot of male talk and that when I saw Dave
for our normal game Saturday, that neither of us would even mention
it. However, I had  a little surprise on Friday night, which was the
evening for a little cocktail party at our Country Club.

MY GOLFING BUDDY AND MY WIFE - CHAPTER 2


My wife and I headed out on Friday evening to the cocktail party at
our Country Club to welcome in new members that had joined in the
last year. It was a typically staid affair, with all the wives
parading in their diamonds and designer duds. The husbands, with
their fat wallets and brokerage accounts, sucked down fine whiskey
while sharing off-color jokes about their bimbo secretaries and
catered to the new members to show off their knowledge of the club
and the golf course.

        Donna was in her element. She was dressed impeccably in a
black, backless number bearing some French designer's moniker.
Actually, it was rather unusual for Donna, for it displayed her
cleavage and a healthy dose of leg.  Of course, Donna had a unique
way of looking classy and not the least bit sensual in whatever she
wore.

        After a couple of vodka and tonics, I was startled by Dave's
booming voice. It  was quite a surprise since Dave normally eschewed
these saree's.

        "Dave, what the Hell are you doing here?"

        "Bob, you cynical bastard! I'm here because I care deeply
about welcoming our new members into the club." Then Dave smirked,
and in a quite voice said: "You know, Bob, I've changed my take on
these quarterly cocktail parties. While I still believe that the
vast majority of pussies present haven't had a good ploughing in the
last decade, I've concluded that this fact presents someone like me
with endless possibilities."

        "God, Dave, you are such a complete predator!" I replied.

         With that comment, Dave glanced over towards Donna, who was
engaged in some banal conversation with the hostess of the party,
and remarked: "So, speaking of cunts yearning to be filled, how's
our little girl, Bob?"

         Flushed with anger and indignance, all I could muster was:
"Fuck you, asshole!"

        "Now, now, Bobby boy, remember our wager. Besides you're so
confident about Donna's fidelity that there's nothing to worry
about, right?"

         With that, Dave made a beeline towards Donna.  On the one
hand, I felt like intervening. On the other, I truly wanted the
vindication of Donna spurning Dave's base advances. In the end, I
drowned my indecision in more vodka and tonic, especially as I
wasn't really certain that Donna would reject Dave's advances. After
all he was a hell of a good looking rugged guy and he had a smooth
glib line with the ladies when he wanted to. As the evening wore on,
my stomach felt oddly queasy. This feeling was exacerbated every
time I lost sight of Donna. Yet, throughout, I could not ignore the
aching in my balls that was somewhere between pain and pleasure.

        To my frustration, Dave had succeeded in cornering Donna
into a long one on one conversation. This was quite surprising since
Donna was notorious for her ability to work a crowd. Many times,
people would come up to Donna and apparently interject themselves
into the conversation. Normally, Donna would use the interruption as
an opportunity to move on. At the very least, Donna would always
graciously welcome the new party into the discourse. Yet, on this
evening, Donna's body language caused the interlopers to move on
after only a comment or two, leaving her and Dave to themselves.

        Finally, the event was coming to an end, and the caterers
began to pack up. Donna remained clearly in sight, and fully
clothed, albeit in conversation with Dave. At last, I felt a sense
of relief and victory, as Donna left Dave and walked over to me. My
elation was short-lived, however.

        "Honey, I don't feel like calling it a night yet. Dave's
invited us to join him for drinks and dancing at a nightclub. What
do you say, it'll be fun, especially after you've had to put up with
this boring purgatory for hours."

        I had no choice but to agree. I certainly couldn't beg off
and tell that I had wagered her fidelity for some silly bet between
some golfing friends. Likewise, I would be breaching the deal with
Dave if I interfered.

        "Sure, honey, that sounds great." While I was less than
enthusiastic, I rationalized away the risk that Dave might actually
succeed. After all Donna had done nothing improper, yet.

        Perhaps ill advisedly, I had more vodka and tonics when we
reached the nightclub. The dim lights and smokey air of the club
further clouded my self induced alcoholic haze. The loud music also
rang in my ears and distorted the conversation.  Dave had
strategically sat next to Donna in the booth, relegating me to the
other side of the table. My inability to make out or participate in
the dialogue heightened my paranoia.

        Dave was chatting up Donna with aplomb, and had even
maneuvered his arm around her shoulder. When it came time for
dancing, I was in no condition to spell Donna from Dave's devious
onslaught. Aside from my agreement not to intercede, my coordination
was completely shot from the drinking and I was in no shape to
dance. I had to leave all the dancing of my sexy wife Donna to Dave!

         At first, it was fast dancing, leaving Dave little
opportunity for bodily contact. However, late in the evening, the
music slowed and Dave pressed himself close to Donna. My senses may
have been dulled, or my paranoia rampant, but I could swear that I
saw Donna grinding her belly into Dave's bulging groin. Maybe I was
just feeling sorry for myself, but as I downed my fifth vodka and
tonic, I began to visualize illicit pictures of Dave fucking Donna
ferociously with Donna bucking back like a thousand dollar slut.

        When Dave and Donna had danced their way to the most remote
and dark corner of the dance floor they were just out of my range of
viability. Not knowing what was going on between them was driving me
crazy and I moved from out table to a point closer to where they
were but positioned in a position that they couldn't really see me.
Even with my closer vantage point, I couldn't be absolutely sure
(and the alcohol didn't help my perceptions any) but I could swear
that  I saw Dave and Donna engaged in a french kiss while Dave
slowly stroke her ass and fondled the sides of her breasts. I
returned to my seat to steady myself and try to rationalize what I
had seen. By the time they returned, I wasn't sure that I had seen
them engaged so sexually or whether my imagination and alcohol
induced state had conjured up an unreal image for my sexual
fantasies to feast upon.

        Blessedly, closing time finally arrived. As we staggered to
the door, I surrendered to Donna the keys to the car. Dave said
something about a nightcap at his place and, for an instant, my
heart stopped. But, for some reason, Donna declined. I poured myself
into the leather passenger seat of our BMW. Before Donna got in she
said "Ooops, just a second I think I left something in the club."

        I was able to watch Donna in the passenger rearview mirror
as she walked back to the club.  But, she didn't go in. Instead, she
went up to Dave as he was unlocking the door to his Caddy.  Again,
they kissed, this time I was sure about it... but not very long
though. I could see Donna and Dave exchange brief words. With a sly
smile, Dave placed his hand on Donna's right tit as she turned to
walk back to the car.

        Donna made a little small talk on the drive home, but her
thoughts were clearly elsewhere.  Although my cock was turgid all
evening long, the alcohol caused me to elect sleep over a
desperately needed fuck once we got home. Yet, during the night, I
slept fitfully, awakening often. At least twice, I heard Donna
breathing heavily and the rhythmic sound of her hand vigorously at
work between her legs.

        The next day, was a little rough for my golf game. I lost as
usual to Dave's superior play.  And while he kidded me about really
tieing one on last night, he mercifully didn't mention any of the
details of our little outing to the other two guys in our golf
foursome. Again after the game Dave and I lingered around after the
other two guys had left. I knew he'd now say something about last
night, but I hoped that he would simply take pleasure in the fact
that he had groped my wife, and let the "wager" drop. But, this hope
was dashed almost immediately.

         "Bobby boy! You must be feeling fairly bad after all that
booze last night. Funny without any drinks at all, I was "feeling"
real good last night, if you catch my drift."

         The sinking feeling in my stomach again sank in, and I
could actually feel my manhood shrink.

        "Look," I implored, "why don't we just call the bet a draw"

MY GOLFING BUDDY AND MY WIFE - CHAPTER 3

     Try as I might, Dave wouldn't let me out of the bet we had made
- the foolish bet I had made that he wouldn't be able to seduce my
wife into giving him sex. It looked now to me that he just might be
able to do it and I wanted to end the bet before he actually did get
my wife in the sack. As we sat in the 19th hole his words to me
where, "No go, Bobby. That wouldn't be very sporting. Especially
after all my hard work. But, I'll tell you what: Let me try to ask
Donna out alone just once. If she turns me down, I'll yield the
point."

        "Okay. It's a deal." I reluctantly agreed, believing that
Donna would never risk being seen alone, in public, with Dave.

        Dave was smirking like a cat with canary feathers hanging
out of its mouth.

        "What the hell are you smiling about!"

        "Well, Bob, I forgot to share one little fact before you
agreed: I already asked and Donna accepted. We're going out next
Friday night."

         I felt as if I was going to explode and it all came into
place for me now. That morning, as I was preparing for my golf
match, Donna had asked me if I had any plans next Friday night so
that I could watch the kids because she was going to have a girl's
night out with her best friend, Kathy. We had allowed one another
"night's out" since our last child was born as a method of
preserving our sanity. I never dreamed that Donna might use this
arrangement to fool around on me. Of course, Dave could be
bullshitting me. I wouldn't put that above him.

         "Tell you what Bob," Dave continued, "at the end of the
evening I'll give you a call to let you know that Donna's on the way
home and if you owe me for the bet!"

     I had a whole week to think about what my wife might be doing
with Dave on Friday and I alternated between angry to sexually
excited about the prospects of my previously prim proper wife
yielding her body to my golfing buddy Dave.

        When I got home Friday evening from work, Donna was busily
getting ready to go out. But, she didn't act or dress any
differently than on other occasions. I rationalized that Dave was
simply torturing me, and that Donna was really going out with Kathy.

        "On the way out the door, Donna gave my her traditional
peck, and said: "Kathy and I are going to catch that new French film
and maybe go out for dinner and drinks afterwards. It's a three hour
movie, so I'll probably be late... no need to wait up."

        Initially, ignorance was bliss. I chose to disregard Dave's
boastfulness and, instead, trust Donna's honesty. Yet, once I put
the kids down, my mind began to wander. A combination of jealousy
and uncertainty gnawed at my brain. But, at the same time, I felt
bad about doubting Donna.

         By 10:30 PM, my stomach became unsettled in the same
fashion as the night before when Donna and Dave were on the dance
floor. By 11:30 PM, my paranoia overcame reason and I thought about
ways to confirm Donna's fidelity.

        So, in a very silly manner, I called Kathy's telephone
number. Embarrassed, I almost hang up after the second ring, but
then a groggy voice answered "hello". It was unmistakably Kathy's
voice, and it sounded as if I had awakened her from a deep sleep.
Flabbergasted, I set down the receiver without saying a word.

        To my ironic dismay, I had proven that I wasn't paranoid.
Donna was out with Dave!

        As midnight eased into the early morning hours, my mental
imagery was torture. I would alternate between fantasies of Dave
fucking Donna in all different positions, with fantasies of Donna
resolutely turning down Dave's advances, saying "No, I'm a married
woman!"

        Tellingly, my cock was rock hard as I imagined Dave
ploughing into Donna's pussy. With guilty perversion, I stroked
myself to an incredible orgasm, which brought on sleep.

        Suddenly, I awoke with the sound of the telephone. I looked
at the clock;  it was 2:26 AM! I answered it after the second ring
and was greeted by Dave's booming voice as soon as I had said hello,
"Donna has been well fucked, my friend, and she's on her way home to
you." With that he hung up and I just stared in disbelief at the
phone for several moments. As I sat the phone down, my reaction was
a strange one - all I could see in my mind was my wife getting "well
fucked" as Dave had put it. My cock was rock hard and already
trembling as I reached down to stroke it. It took only two short
pumps and  my cock erupted!

        There I laid in the dark. My belly covered with my own cum.
Yet, I still wondered whether Dave was intentionally torturing me.
After all, this was hardly evidence that Donna had succumbed to
Dave's seduction. At most, it merely suggested that Dave and Donna
had been together. While their being together was not particularly
comforting, it certainly didn't prove infidelity.

         So, I waited for Donna to get home.

        She arrived about fifteen minutes after Dave's telephone
call.  Donna slipped into the bedroom without turning on the light.
Apparently, she thought I was asleep and I encouraged the notion by
snoring slightly. She seemed somewhat unsteady on her feet, perhaps
the result of a little too much alcohol. It was dark, but I did see
her REMOVE HER PANTIES FROM HER PURSE! That was fairly strong
evidence that she indeed had removed them at some point during the
evening for Dave's benefit. If I had any remaining doubts that she
hadn't gone "all the way" with David they were quickly removed as
Donna climbed into bed naked. I could smell alcohol on her breath
and,  I think, Dave's cologne in her hair. She rolled over towards
me, and kissed me, deeply thrusting her tongue  in my mouth. Her
lips were loose and her saliva flowed freely all over my cheeks and
chin. Donna had never kissed me in such a wanton and messy fashion
before. The taste of alcohol was unmistakable, but mixed in were
flavors with which I was unfamiliar. I don't know if it was the
alcohol, but when Donna finally withdrew her lips, my face was
coated with a sticky and slimy residue.

         Before I could fully assess the situation, Donna grabbed
the back of my hair with both hands and forcefully guided my head
underneath the sheets. My cheek brushed her left nipple which was
erect and harder than I had ever experienced. Donna kept pushing my
head until I was between her legs. This was quite out of the norm;
Donna had never demanded oral sex before. If I went down on her, it
was always at my instigation.

        There I was in the darkness, under the covers. For all
intents and purposes, I was blind. Yet, my other senses were
heightened. The aroma emanating from Donna's crotch was pungent. It
was the same odor I remembered from her soiled panties, only
intensified. There were squishing sounds coming from her pussy, and
she was murmuring, "yessssss." to me!.

        Impatiently, Donna ground my face into her groin. I could
feel a hot, slimy, sticky pool of fluids soaking her pubic hair and
cradled by the folds of her spread labia. Instinctively, I opened my
mouth and extended my tongue into the void between her thighs. The
opening to Donna's vagina was enormous. It seemed wide enough to
consume my nose, mouth and chin. My tongue caught a huge glob of the
flow which oozed from her cunt. The strong taste was foreign to me:
tart and salty with a tinge of the musky flavor of Donna's vaginal
juices.

        Now there was no denying it. I was swallowing the semen
Dave's cock had deposited deep in my wife's pussy. You would think
that being a strong heterosexual all my life, that I should be
revolted. But, my rigid dick and throbbing balls said otherwise.
With a fervor, I began tonguing Donna's swollen and pussy lips
seeking to savor the remnants that had already escaped from her
cunt. I sucked what seemed like a endless stream of semen from the
depths of her vagina. All the while Donna moaned and rocked her
pelvis against my jaw. I heard myself whimpering with satisfaction
as if I were a suckling infant taking nourishment from a mother's
tit.

        Time and time again, I tried to extend my tongue and swab
Donna's cervix, but I couldn't. Dave's dick must have been not only
thick as a redwood but long as one. He must have pounded Donna's
cervix well up into her belly.

        After Donna had thrilled in orgasm, a thicker flow of cum
poured forth. I lapped it up and became to wonder if Dave's sperm
had made its way into Donna's womb. Even though I knew Donna was on
the pill, the thought of Dave's virile seed swimming in search of
one of Donna's eggs, sent me over the edge. Without even touching
myself, I came again, my semen pooling on the mattress as I
continued to coax every drop of Dave's semen from my wife's folds.

CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4 (PART II) COMING TO YOU SOON!
                         MY GOLFING BUDDY AND MY WIFE - CHAPTER 4
                         by SeeShow

So here I was licking out another man's cum from my wife's cunt
because I let my ass overload my mouth and had bet my golfing buddy,
Dave, that he couldn't get into my wife's panties. After what must
have been thirty minutes of furious efforts, Donna had climaxed
twice and her pussy was now as clean as a whistle. I, too, was hard
again, but Donna was asleep and there was nary a dollop of sperm
left in her vagina. With some hesitancy, I decided to fuck Donna
myself. I positioned my penis at her gaping hole. Literally no
pressure was necessary as my dick disappeared. It was a loose, warm
sensation as I moved my erection around this vast expanse that had
once been a tight little pussy known only to me. There was ample
room for more and Donna's vagina almost engulfed my balls as well.
Apparently, the absence of friction allowed Donna to sleep through
the five minutes of my squirming inside of her. I tried to hold off
as long as possible, but the thought of slipping around in my wife's
used pussy was too much. I added my light load of cum inside her
previously well cum-drenched pussy and fell into a deep sleep. I
drifted off thinking that I wouldn't be enjoying the pleasures of
Donna's tight cunt for some time, if ever again.

         In the morning, while Donna slept, my feelings alternated
between abject depression and wanton lust. Fortunately, when I began
to slip in the abyss of bemoaning the fact that Donna had been
unfaithful, I pulled out Donna's panties that she had placed into
the clothes hamper the night before. The negative thoughts dissipated
as my erection grew. The fluids had dried into an obvious yellowish
stain,  but the odor remained unmistakable. I found the aroma
intoxicating. I found myself masturbating frantically in the
bathroom as I held Donna's soiled panties pressed to my nose. As I
came, I knew that this intense sexual experience was addictive, and
felt like I might indeed be having the opportunity for more such
episodes.

         Yet, as I drove off to my golf game the depression began to
set in. My self-esteem was suffering from being cuckold and now I
needed to face Dave as well. I just hoped that he'd save his biting
comments about my wife's pussy until after the other guys had left.
With my uneasiness and Dave's superior golf that Saturday, I lost
all three round of my game and had to pay Dave three bucks. His only
comment that came close to giving me heart palpitations was when he
said to the other guys, "This is chicken feed compared to what else
Bob owes me" Even though they inquired, he didn't say any more and
blow my cover. I felt strangely uncomfortable around Dave. Every
time he looked at me, I wondered what he was thinking. Was he
remembering how he had fucked Donna last night? Was he wondering
what kind of a wimp I was to allow my wife to be screwed by another
guy? Had Donna said anything about my lack of sexual prowess?

        When our other two buddies left, Dave just sat there and
stared, a smirk beginning to form on his face. I couldn't bear to
look him in the eyes. I felt as if I was out of control, in a free
fall.

        Finally, Dave ended my misery. "So, I guess I proved my
point. And, gee, Bob, I'm really sorry about the condition of
Donna's pussy. I never dreamt that she could be so tight after years
of marriage. Guess I opened her up to where your cock doesn't touch
the sides any more!"

         Dave had done it again, angered me to the point where I
couldn't admit my defeat. I know I should have just admitted it,
paid my bet off,  and walked away with my tail (or dick) between my
legs. But, I don't know if it was masochism or simply sheer
stupidity, I took an indefensible and idiotic position.

        "Dave, you've proved nothing. Donna was out last with her
friend Kathy. I'm sure of it. You have no evidence that you nailed
Donna, other than the fact that you sat at home and called me up
last night. The fact that you know how to dial my phone number
proves nothing."

         Dave was honestly taken aback by my vigorous defense. After
a moment, he just shook his head incredulously and laughed. "Okay,
if proof is what you want, proof is what you'll get."

        As we parted, Dave was still smiling and shaking his head.
On the other hand, I was kicking myself. What had I done?! I had
just invited Dave to go after Donna again! As I continued to marvel
at my incredible gaff, I began to suspect that my subconscious may
have played a very significant role in my actions. Indeed, I could
feel my cock swell as I considered the prospect of a return
engagement between Dave and Donna.

     The next week, Donna again told me she was going for another
"girls night out." on Friday. Of course, I had to agree. This time
she dressed in a more provocative manner: sexy silky white blouse, a
short red skirt, no bra (something I had never seen Donna do before)
and I think she was wearing black thong panties (to my knowledge
Donna didn't own any underwear of this type). Donna concocted no
alibi this time, rather she simply kissed me on the cheek and said
not to wait up.

         After the kids were asleep, I drank three beers and retired
to my bed sans clothes. With absolutely no sense of personal
dignity, I fondled and sniffed Donna's cum soaked panties that I had
saved from going into the wash the previous week. While imagining
the salacious things that she and Dave must be doing at that very
moment, I stroked myself to at least two good climaxes before
falling asleep.

         Some time later, I sat up in bed at the first ring of our
phone and answered it. Naturally it was Dave's voice again. This
time saying, "God she was good, I'm sure I can train her into
becoming a really GREAT slut, Bobby boy. You know she's fucking me,
but I'll give you even more proof if you want it." Again, my
reaction was instantaneous. I reached for my cock and triggered an
eruption from my dick. Then there was only silence as my semen
pooled on my belly and I looked over to see the clock read 2:36 AM.

        At 2:50 Donna came home. I'll skip over the details of my
coupling with Donna that night. The scene was fairly much the same
as before. Donna was even more insistent on me going down on her and
seemed to get her climaxes off even longer and stronger than the
previous week as she forced me to lick her clean. She said nothing
about being with Dave that night. Again I fell asleep, thinking of
her sexy body getting well oiled by Dave. The next morning (which
seemed to come to soon), I awoke with a crusty residue coating my
face. Dave and Donna's combined juices had dried like a  tight mask.
I showered and looked over at Donna still asleep, but beginning to
stir awake. Her face seemed very contented. She was up very shortly
thereafter to make some breakfast. She just made  polite
conversation' over breakfast, saying nothing of her "girl's night
out" I was smart enough not to bring up the subject and figured I'd
better let  sleeping dogs lie'.

        As I headed out to my Saturday morning golf game, I was
still not completely resigned to having to admit a loss of my bet to
Dave. Even though I KNEW that Donna was being unfaithful to me, the
fact that she was willing to keep it from me at least gave hope that
I could wiggle out of my bet with Dave.

        The other guys hadn't yet arrived and Dave was beaming with
his sense of achievement when I met him in the 19th hole. As we sat
down at our table, Dave crowed "So, how's my boy? I hope your mommy
taught you to be a good loser."

        Perhaps I lacked the depth of conviction from my earlier
denials, but I surprised myself by conjuring up enough strength to
say: "Dave, I'm really tiring of this entire charade. You haven't
accomplished anything, and you certainly have no proof."

        "Tsk, tsk, tsk..I just thought you might say that" Dave
replied as he shook his head condescendingly. As he did, Dave
reached into his jacket inside pocket and retrieved a small manilla
package. "OK pencil dick, as Donna calls you, this ought to do it
for you in the way of proof!" I wasn't sure just what was in the
package. It occurred to me that Donna had no panties when she got
home last night, but surely he wasn't going to consider that
absolute proof was he? When I got back, Dave said to me. I'll tell
you what Bob, if you don't feel that I've given you absolute proof
of your wife's infidelity with me, then you don't owe me anything,
but if you do then not only will you pay me the 100 bucks but you
have to agree to co-operate in any way I ask in your wife's
continued infidelity. My bravo was bolstered by what I thought was
in the package and the fact that I could disclaim the panties as
someone else's etc! So my answer was a quick "You got it!" With that
said, Dave got up and left snickering as he left.
                            MY GOLFING BUDDY AND MY WIFE - CHAPTER 5
                         by SeeShow

As I drove home that Saturday the final words of my golfing buddy
were where still ringing in my ears. "I'll tell you what Bob, if you
don't feel that I've given you absolute proof of your wife's
infidelity with me, then you don't owe me anything, but if you do
then not only will you pay me the 100 bucks but you have to agree to
co-operate in any way I ask in your wife's continued infidelity."
Why was I too proud  to just say no instead of my stupid reply of
"You got it!" But Dave's 'proof' of my wife's infidelity with him, I
was sure was a pair of panties in the package he had handed me at
the 19th hole. Imagine my shock when I got home and took the package
into the house and its contents were something quite different.
Donna would be out shopping for another several hours so I felt safe
in opening the package in the house. But I was chagrinned to see a
video tape inside rather than my wife's panties that I thought it
had contained.

     I rushed into our bedroom TV (the one with a VCR attached) and
inserted the video and turned it on. I heard voices on it, while the
tape was still black. The voice I heard was that of my lovely wife.

        "God! I'm dripping wet! My panties are soaking." Donna
exclaimed breathlessly. I realized why the tape was black as a light
switch being turned on, revealed Dave's Bedroom - in particular it
was a bird's eye vision of his bed and about 3 feet around it. Then,
I saw an image of Donna unzipping a stylish red skirt and letting it
fall to the floor where she kicked it away from her feet. She was
still wearing matching red pumps and thigh-high stockings. She began
to slowly unbutton her blouse. As she did, she licked her lips in a
seductive manner I had never seen before. With a glistening pout,
she finished with the last button. Donna opened the blouse that
slipped from her shoulders to the floor. Donna was not wearing a
bra. Her 36D breasts were fully exposed with her nipples erect. With
her blouse gone, I could finally see Donna's panties. They were
black skimpy, thongs and, she was right. There was a very noticeable
dark wet spot seeping through the crotch.

        Donna's gaze was still directed towards the bedroom door.
"Do you still like what you see?" Donna asked in a deep voice.

        I heard a  male voice reply "umm-hmmm."

        "Prove it. Show me that you like it." Donna commanded.

         From the angle of the camera, I couldn't see her male
guest, but I knew it had to be Dave. I heard the sound of rustling
clothes and, then, an unzipping zipper. With that sound, Donna's
eyes grew very large as she looked in Dave's direction.. Her
breathing grew faster, and she started manipulating her hard
nipples.

        "God. It looks even larger than last time, I swear." Donna
licked her lips again while working her nipples.

        Suddenly, Donna squatted down gracefully keeping her balance
in her high heels. With her legs spread, emphasizing the growing wet
spot that now almost saturated the entirety of her underwear, Donna
beckoned with her index finger. "Please ... bring it here. I need to
taste it, feel it ... "

        In anticipation, Donna waited. On the edge of the screen, I
saw a bulbous cock-head, pre-cum fluid dribbling toward my wife's.
It was a little difficult to estimate its size given the absence of
a reference object. But, it seemed abnormally large. Slowly, the
shaft came into view.  It too seemed thick and had bulging veins. I
expected to immediately see Dave's body, but more and more shaft
followed until it culminated in dark brown pubic hair. From this top
side view I could still plainly see his testicles swaying heavily
between his massive cock

        When Dave reached Donna, I could finally appreciate the
massive size of Dave's genitals. His cock-head touched the bottom of
her chin while brushing Donna's nostrils. Its length and girth were
far greater than my slim 5 inches. I mentally guessed 9-10 inches in
length and, as Donna grasped his dick, her hand could not quite
encircle it.

        In a worshipping manner, Donna's tongue dabbed up Dave's
pre-cum. She then closed her eyes and kissed the tip of the mammoth
rod. Just as Donna's lips parted wide, in a optimistic effort to
give passage to Dave's erection. Despite her efforts, Donna's petite
mouth could not accommodate more than 4 inches of Dave's dick. After
about five minutes of valiant efforts, Donna stopped sucking and
stood up. She slipped her sopping panties off and laid back on the
bed. Her legs were splayed wide and I could clearly see her engorged
labia glistening with her lubricants from the above camera shot.

        "Dave, I need you to fuck me good! It's about time that I
get really well fucked from a real man." That hurt, but my own
erection throbbed. Dave climbed between her thighs and began to run
the tip of his cock up and down Donna's slit. It seemed to dwarf
Donna's crotch. Donna's eyes shut and she began to moan softly as
Dave prepped her for entry. As he did, there was a squishing sound
as Donna's juices flowed.

         "I think your pussy is starting to get used to me, its
opening wide." Dave remarked.

        "Ummm-hmmm. It misses your thick, long cock. It wishes that
you were fucking it raw 24 hours a day."

        I was amazed. The impossible seemed to begin to happen.
Donna's petite pussy was expanding beyond anything I had ever
witnessed. Dave's cock- head disappeared and Donna sighed, breathed
in deeply and tilted her pelvis to aid the invader. The lips to her
vagina were stretched around Dave's girth as he slowly plunged
deeper. After about three minutes of maneuvering, I could no longer
see Dave's cock; his grapefruit-sized balls rested in the crack of
Donna's ass. It was an awesome sight. Dave began to pump the full
length of his cock in and out of Donna's distended cunt. Donna
became very vocal as Dave's tempo increased, moaning and whimpering
in obvious ecstasy. The slurping noises coming from her pussy as
Dave pounded away were nasty.

        To my amazement, Donna's stomach began to undulate with an
orgasm after about five minutes of frantic fucking. Dave wouldn't
let up and allow the spasms to subside. Instead, he worked Donna's
pussy like a finely tuned instrument, bringing her again and again
to climax until I lost count.

         By know my own dick was throbbing as if ready to explode.
Suddenly, I saw Dave's pace reach a crescendo, his sperm-laden balls
tightened and with an enormous grunt he launched his cum into the
deepest regions of Donna's overstretched vagina, at the door to her
womb. Dave's load was so voluminous that there was inadequate space
in Donna's vagina to accommodate both Dave's semen and his
convulsing cock. Thick, white cum oozed out around Dave's embedded
shaft.

        Then, I realized that my own cum was saturating my pants and
running down my leg as I watched this lewd video of my wife and her
lover.

        After a momentary respite in which Dave and Donna caught
their breath, Dave withdrew his still erect member with a "plop"
from Donna's gaping opening. Donna proceeded to suck Dave for all
she was worth. Donna's cultured restraint and manners were all but
gone; she slurped and lapped with utter abandon. After about fifteen
minutes of ministrations, Dave rolled Donna over on to all fours and
plunged back in doggy-style. I couldn't be sure from the view of the
camera if he had placed his cock into her wet pussy or had plunged
it into her ass. With the ease that it went in, I decided it had to
be her cunt that he was again pumping away at!

         Dave spent the next 90 minutes fucking Donna in every
imaginable position.  Twice more he spewed his semen into her pussy,
each time his load seemed, incredibly, to be as large as the first.
Dave's cum matted Donna's dark pubic hair and flowed freely from her
cunt after Dave withdrew for the last time. Donna had innumerable
orgasms and collapsed, naked but for the sweat glistening all over
her body. Finally, Donna got dressed, walked over and kissed Dave
fully on the lips. Exhausted, he mumbled, "Thank you for cumming
...please cum again."

     As my wife left, I could see Dave reaching for the phone and
heard him telling me what I had heard last night,  "God she was
good, I'm sure I can train her into becoming a really GREAT slut,
Bobby boy. You know she s fucking me but I'll give you even more
proof if you want it."  When he hung up he turned up to the camera
and give me the finger, saying "I've got your prove Bobby boy and
from now on you'll be assisting me in any way I want in the
degradation of your ohh so 'prim and proper' wifey, huh?"

     He hit a switch on the wall and the camera went dark and so did
I. What could I do but sit there there in a numbed condition knowing
that I had lost it all!

                            MY GOLFING BUDDY AND MY WIFE - EPILOG


In the months which have passed since Dave gave me "absolute proof",
Donna has continued to have her nights out with "the girls"
Unfortunately, for me those nights have increased from once a week
to three to four times a week at Dave's insistence. He reminded me
when I sheepishly paid the $100 I owed him for losing our bet that I
had also agreed to co-operate and assist him in any way he asked
with my wife's continued infidelity. I was outraged, but what could
I do, He told me about the other things that he could have asked of
me and eventually I had to agree that allowing my wife  more nights
out a week with him was a mild way of assisting him in her continued
infidelity. Whenever she goes out with him she returns home in the
wee hours of the morning. Sometimes Dave will still call before she
comes home and tell me what a good fuck she's been. When Donna comes
in, there is no doubt that she has been well-fucked. Without
mentioning anything, she strips out of her clothes, climbs on top of
me, straddles my head and lowers her sopping, oozing pussy onto my
mouth for cleaning.

        This past week, after sucking down the last dollop of Dave's
semen from her now permanently enlarged pussy, Donna announced to me
that she no longer found my small prick exciting to her. Without
telling me in so many words that her lover was so much bigger and
better than me, she just simply stated matter of factly that from
now on I could lick her pussy clean, however, I would not be fucking
again. Even though I figured this was coming (She'd only allowed me
to fuck her about 6 times in the last four months) I was still
bothered by the fact that I'd lost my wife's cunt forever to a much
bigger and better cock than mine. Donna also surprised me by
mentioning that she was thinking about having another child. I
wonder how she plans on me getting her pregnant, if I'm not going to
allowed to put my cock into her pussy?

     I guess all that has now happened to me with my wife, shows you
how stupid an off the cuff bet can be, huh?

THE END!

NOTE From SeeShow: I wrote Golf Buddies Chapters 1 through 5 based
on information I received from a friend on the net, who tells me it
was true. I thought I had put the story to bed with Chapter 5 in
which I labeled it as THE END. However, about six months later, I
received still more details from my NET friend about further sexual
experiences his wife had with his golfing buddies. I turned the
information over to another writter, as I was too busy at the time
to properly write up the story so this part was written by CUMEATER
and edited by SEESHOW.

We hope you enjoy our collaboration of:

               "GOLF BUDDIES - CHAPTER 6 - The Anniversary"

As I previously explained in the last part of my story
(GOLFBUD5.TXT), I had essentially lost my wife sexually to Dave.  I
don't know why she bothered to maintain the charade but, she was
spending three to four nights a week "out with the girls " and
coming home with a pussy brimming full of Dave's cum. My sex life
was reduced to lapping the cum from Donna's pussy when she returned
plus my occasional jerking off while she was out as I thought about
what Dave and her were doing.   Things had been going along pretty
much that way with Dave being reasonably civil when we played golf
each Saturday, confining himself to reminding me "what a good loser
I was" each week as he beat me at golf as well as beating me out of
my rightful place with my wife in our bedroom. From time to time
he'd casually slip in how much he was enjoying my wife even when we
were within earshot of our other two golfing buddies.

However, one thing has changed in the last two months... Donna now
usually meets me at the Country Club as our foursome finishes our
Saturday morning round of golf.  She turns over the kids to me along
with a list of chores and instructions on what to fix for dinner
since she is "going shopping with the girls".  Some Saturday's she
doesn't return until the wee hours with her pussy dripping it's
overflowing load of Dave's sperm just like during the week.  A few
weekends she's shown up at the house in time for dinner.  She
usually takes me into the bedroom to "show me some of what she's
bought". Often it will be a sexy mini-skirt and a hot blouse. She'll
tease me by modeling her sexy cloths for me often finishing by
pulling her short skirt up to expose her bare dripping pussy as she
shoves my head between her legs. She tells me to come get  my
"appetizer" as she has taken to referring to this Saturday evening
cum lapping domination.   After I serve her dinner she takes a short
nap, a shower and she's off again "out with the girls".  On these
Saturdays, I am forced to clean her cum filled pussy twice. On one
of some of those evenings I was amazed at the amount of cum Dave's
large cock would pump into her. I knew, I'd be wasted if I came even
half as much.  Without mentioning his name, Donna has told me that
some men seem to have so much more juice in their balls then others.
Often she would say this right after I'd completely licked out her
lovers cum from her pussy. She also commented frequently that she
had never noticed how small my dick was until recently. Naturally,
that recently was since she has been looking at and receiving Dave's
monster cock into her pussy. She then started calling me "pencil
dick" affectionately!

One Saturday Donna seemed to be late getting to the Country Club so
I had time to have a beer with Dave and the guys. As we sat at the
bar Dave once again congratulated me on being such a good loser. I
was a little more down than usual not because of loosing the golf
game but because today would have been Donna's and my wedding
anniversary.   Donna hadn't mentioned anything and I assumed that
this was of little interest to her anymore since Dave had replaced
me as her regular sex partner and Donna seemed to have little
respect for me anymore.

I downed my beer pretty fast and ordered another trying to drown
these thoughts and accept that my stupid ego had let Dave get my
goat as well as my wife.  My ego was still in defensive mode as I
told Dave that I had arranged for lessons from Jack, the club's golf
pro and that I planned on beating him at golf one of these days.
Just then Donna showed up at the bar.  She said the kids had gone to
the zoo with Kathy and her kids so I'd have more time this afternoon
to do some chores as she handed me a list of cleaning, washing and
cooking to do.  She was obviously planning on coming home for dinner
as the instructions directed me to make her favorite - grilled rack
of lamb. I was hopeful that possibly she had remembered our
anniversary and would be ready to end this affair with Dave.  I
mentally added a dozen roses to the list as I returned to sipping my
beer feeling a little ego boost from inside. The reverie was broken
as Donna chided me like a little boy saying, "now finish your beer,
Bobby, and get on your way.  You've got a lot to do today."

After gulping down my beer and starting to leave, I heard Dave
ordering a glass of wine for Donna - I was a little surprised that
he was having a drink with my wife in public but I guess everyone
knew that we were all good friends - I just had no idea of how well
they knew.  Even without the kids to take care of, I was busy all
afternoon completing the chores Donna had laid out for the day but I
did get them all done plus picking up the roses and a bottle of
champagne.  I even managed to find a few minutes for myself, finding
a pair of Donna's panties that had been soaked with Dave's cum I
used it to jerk off as I visualized Dave's huge cock pumping my
beautiful wife's stretched pussy.

At 4:30 I started preparing dinner as instructed since Donna had
specified that it be ready at 6:30.  It was ready on time and I was
delighted that Donna arrived home on time. She looked a little
disheveled but very sexy as she walked in the door.  I thought
things were looking up and that she had remembered our anniversary
as she pulled me close for a kiss.   Her tongue snaked it's way into
my mouth, parting my lips... I shouldn't have been surprised but I
was as she forced a large load of Dave's cum into my mouth. Nothing
was said but I knew this was her subtle way of letting me know that
nothing had changed and that she had just sucked off Dave before
returning home. I felt somewhat crushed knowing that she had no
intention of ending her affair with Dave, but even in my depressed
state of mind, I was feeling a huge sexual stimulation at receiving
a mouth to mouth load of another man's cum from my wife's mouth. It
was the first time Donna had done this and the thrill of Donna's
latest lewd act toward me gave me an unmistakable hard-on.

I calmed down enough (both emotionally and sexually) to put the
perfectly grilled lamb on the table in front of Donna. I also poured
the champagne and started to sit down  with her.  She looked pleased
but then stared at me as I lifted my knife and fork, "What's the
champagne for? Special occasion?" Before I could answer, she
continued, "Haven't you forgotten something Bobby? You haven't had
your appetizer yet. Get your tongue down here where it belongs and
lick my pussy juice", pointing unmistakably to her cunt.  I don't
know why I've let things get so far out of control, but I was
powerless to resist as I crawled under the table.  Opening her legs
she shoved my face tightly into her sticky crotch as she forced me
to lick Dave's sperm from her dripping pussy once again ...this time
while she ate our anniversary meal and ironically, I was being
forced to eat mine.

She enjoyed her dinner while she had me continue licking her until
she was completely cleaned.  By then she had almost finished her
meal and my lamb was cold.  She sat there sipping her third glass of
champagne and finishing the last of her meat as I started to eat my
cold meal.  "Bobby, the roses and champagne are a nice touch... I'm
glad to see you remembered our wedding anniversary.  I was just
teasing, I hadn't forgotten it either and I've invited some of our
friends to join us at the Country Club later tonight for drinks to
celebrate.  We do have to keep up appearances now don't we,  even if
your pencil dick is too small to fulfill your marital obligations."

It was strange how we both kept up appearances, even between the two
of us. We both knew that Dave was fucking her, but neither of us
ever mentioned it. We both knew that she wasn't going "out with the
girls" three and four times a week. We both knew that it wasn't
pussy juice that I was licking out of her cunt night after night but
her lover's cum.  Yet we made no mention of her being fucked by
Dave. It was almost a metaphysical thing with me; if I didn't say
anything to Donna about her fucking Dave than maybe she really
wasn't fucking him. Maybe she really was going out with her
girlfriends a lot. Maybe it was just her pussy juice I was tasting
and not that the cream of her lover! Maybe I had only tasted her own
saliva when we french kissed instead of her spital mixed with Dave's
cum! To tell the truth I really didn't know why we didn't get it
more out in the open, but I was grateful for Donna for at least
allowing me not to have to deal with her sexual misdeeds openly. And
I was grateful that I didn't have the shame of other people knowing
all about her infidelities with Dave and the fact that I had to
accept it as my lot in life.

To: My Friends on the Net
From: Cumeater and SeeShow
Info Line: This Part was written by Cumeater and edited by SeeShow
We hope you enjoy our collaboration of "GOLF BUDDIES - PART 7 - The
Party"

Our anniversary celebration hadn't started exactly the way I had
wanted it to with my wife coming home and depositing a wad of her
lover's cum into my mouth as she french kissed me. It was a sure
signal that while she was willing to continue our relationship, she
wasn't willing to go back to the days when I was the one who
supplied her sexual satisfaction. I doubted that I would ever be
able to satisfy my wife again with my "pencil dick" as she called
it. But at least I was satisfied that she wanted to maintain
appearances to other that we were still a happily married couple. I
was sure that was why she had arranged a little party at out golf
country club for us and some of our close friends. before the
evening was over I was to find out how wrong I was.

Donna took her usual shower and a short nap while I finished my
supper and cleaned up the kitchen.  Then we got ready to go down to
the country club.  Donna dressed in a very sexy cocktail dress;
sheer black lace top that displayed her ample tits and a full length
skirt slit all the way up to her beautiful round ass.  Four inch
black patent stiletto heels completed the outfit with the added
height allowing Donna to tower over me.  It was a strangely
captivating outfit, looking elegantly sexy from a distance while
looking like a slutty whore's up close as the fact that she wore no
underwear at all became unmistakably obvious.  I'm sure the outfit
was meant to tease me as much as it was to turn on my golfing buddy,
Dave.

Dave, of course, was at the bar when we arrived at the Country Club.
Ben the bartender poured our drinks as we made pleasant small talk
about the weather and my terrible golf game. Dave again repeatedly
referred to me being "such a good loser".  After a few minutes Donna
asked whether the others were here - I was a little confused as Dave
replied that everyone was here and everything was ready.  "Come on
Bobby" Donna chided as she and Dave led the way to the private
function room adjoining the bar.  This room is sometimes used as an
expanded Sports Bar on special occasions like golf tournaments and
can be hired by the club members for private gatherings.  I felt
that Donna really cared about us to have arranged a wedding
anniversary party for us.  As we entered the room I quickly
recognized my other golfing buddies but the rest of the crowd was
not what I expected - it included Jack the golf pro and several of
the caddies. We all made small talk for a while, with a lot of
ribbing by everyone present about my poor golf game. Even Jack the
pro said he wasn't sure if he or anyone could help my golf game but
that he'd give me a few lessons he was sure I wouldn't forget. there
was something sinister in the way he said it that made me cringe.
After we'd all had a few drinks, my wife changed the subject from
golf to sex and it surprised me. She started making innuendos about
my lack of sexual abilities. At one point one of the caddies
remarked, "Is Bobby as bad in bed as he is on the golf course?" and
everyone laughed hardily at my expense when my wife answered,
"Fairly much the same thing - He can't ever seem to find the hole!"

My face was burning red as my wife added, "of course even if he did
he's used too many strokes before he gets there." Then I was
completely amazed as she turned to me and said, "Honey why don't you
show them that pencil dick of yours so they can see for themselves
why you can't satisfy me." I just stammered and burned beat red,
having my wife fully expose my sexual inabilities in front of
everyone. There was a pause in the conversation and finally, Dave
stood up  and said, "Time to show our pencil dicked friend what he's
been missing, guys." Before I could react, they grabbed me by the
shoulders and forced me into a chair.  Tape was used to bind my feet
to the legs of the chair and my hands behind my back.  "What the
hell is going on?" I shouted.  Donna looked at me and quietly
stated, "Honey, you better be quite or you'll have to be gagged".
Stupid me who never knows when to keep my big mouth shut continued
demanding to know what was going on and to be released.  Donna
produced a pair of panties from her small purse. They were ones I
had used to jerk off  with this afternoon, soaked with Dave's cum
and mine.  She shoved them in my mouth as Jack wrapped a few turns
of tape around my head to keep the gag in place.

One of the caddies said, "Let's see that little cock of his, Donna."
I was further chagrined as my wife unzipped my pants and released my
little 5 incher that was shriveled up from embarrassment. My wife
looked over the guys there and said, "Now you see why I needed to
get some satisfaction elsewhere." Nothing more was said after a few
catcalls and laughter from the assembled guests . And so I was left
fully exposed sitting tied up, Donna's panties shoved into my mouth.
Could anything have been worse for me. I wanted to die!

As the lights dimmed, I realized I was sitting directly in front of
the large screen TV used for sporting events.  Dave started a video
tape as the screen flickered to life. The tape started off  like the
one Dave had given me as proof of Donna's infidelity, with Dave
fucking Donna real well, pumping two loads deep in her stretched
pussy.  What came next really surprised me. It was Donna straddling
my head on our bed as I lapped at her pussy - she had planted a
hidden video camera in our bedroom!  Then as the video showed only
her spread legs and my tongue lapping at the cum dripping from her
gaping cunt lips, I heard Donna's voice on the tape saying "Come on
Bob, show me how much you like Dave's cum by lapping it all up.
Come on you pencil dicked wimp, show me how much you love a real
man's cum."  Donna and Dave had obviously dubbed in her voice over
the lapping sounds of my tongue making it appear like I really
wanted her to be fucking Dave. And maybe that is the case since I
never tried to stop her. I still nearly died from the embarrassment
and humiliation.  How could Donna and Dave be showing this to our
friends and the other folk who were here.

My mental question was answered as the tape continued. Dave appeared
on the tape with a smirk on his face, his mocking voice saying,
"Well Bobby boy I guess you've been thinking that Donna's infidelity
has been our little secret. Well guess again.  See for yourself" he
said with a sneer as the video faded to black.   I recognized the
next scene as the locker room at the Country Club.  The next thing I
knew Donna was leading the two muscular caddies, who had come to our
party, naked out of the showers and into the massage room.  For the
next 30 minutes she sucked and then was fucked by both of these
young studs, each unloading in her pussy.  The next scene was me on
my knees licking her pussy as she sat on the edge of our bed. That
must have been one of the Saturdays. Again, she had dubbed her voice
coaxing me on to lick up the caddies' cum because she had fucked
them all just like I wanted her to.

Next the video showed Donna being fucked by the other two members of
our foursome while Dave watched and encouraged them to screw Donna
for all they were worth because I really wanted to eat their cum
from my wife's sexy pussy.  Again there were shots of me doing just
that to Donna's voice describing how the guys had fucked her real
good over at Dave's place - after I had pleaded with Dave to let
them use his apartment. The tape continued with her being screwed by
Dave, Ben (the bartender), and Jack (the golf pro) Again this scene
was followed by shots of me cleaning her pussy as Donna's voice
assured me that I was tasting Ben and Jacks's cum - just like I had
begged her to bring me a taste of them.   In shock I suddenly
realized that Ben, Jack and several of the caddies not only knew my
wife cheated on me but had each savored Donna's sex personally...
and they had been led to believe I encouraged this to happen because
my "pencil cock" was too small to satisfy my beautiful wife.

Now I understood the guest list - everyone in the room had enjoyed
my wife. I had licked up every drop of their cum thinking it had
just been Dave who was fucking my wife.  I was so humiliated.  I'm
sure I will never be able to return to the golf course and face
these men again having seen how they enjoyed fucking my wife who was
now off limits to me.  But it wasn't over, as the lights came up and
Ben served another round of drinks, Donna made it clear that she
intended to fuck every one of our guests right there in front of me
...and they could see how much I enjoyed lapping up their cum.
That's exactly what she did for the next three hours as everyone
took turns with her.   I remained tied to the chair but the gag was
removed. I was too humiliated to say anything at this point anyway.
Each time her pussy was filled, she would sit on the edge of the bar
in front of me and spread her legs.  Ben would ring the bell at the
bar and serve another round of drinks with each load while my head
was forced between her legs to lap up the cum. Once again Dave had
proved his point and won - he's turned Donna into a "really good
slut" just he told me he would.

I haven't had the courage to return to the country club since that
night and don't think I ever will. Anyway, Dave has gotten a new
member for the foursome to replace me.  Donna thinks this is just
fine since it gives me more time for chores on Saturday morning and
means that when she's "out with the girls" on Friday night, she
doesn't have to return all night long or the next day, unless, of
course she wants to use my tongue.
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BUDDIES - PART 8 - The Boss"

Naturally, The incident at the country club left me devastated. I
had a hard time over the next several days comprehending what had
really transpired; how I had allowed things to get so out of hand
for me. I'm afraid for the first time in my life I allowed my
personal life to inter far with my business life. Quite frankly my
productivity at work suffered drastically and my secretary Jean was
very solicitous of me by continually asking me what was wrong. I
just couldn't bring myself to talk about it. Maybe I should have, it
kept playing on my mind and it kept affecting my performance at
work. It didn't take long before I was in my General Manager's
office having a serious "chat". Karl told me that quite frankly, if
I had been a new employee he would be talking about letting me go.
He was frankly puzzled by my poor performance lately and suggested
that  what ever was bothering me that we talk it over. I just
couldn't bring myself to say anything to him and yet I knew my job
was on the line. When my boss said that possibly a little more
informal setting might be in order, I jumped at the chance to end
our conversation, if only temporarily. I knew he was fishing for me
to invite him over to the house for a dinner and more "chat: and so
I did just that. We set a date for later in the week.

I went home to Donna and told her that Karl would be coming over
later in the week and that I hoped that I could count on her support
for the evening. I explained what was at stake and regardless of our
current marital troubles that I needed her help to sooth things over
with my boss Karl. It kind of hurt me when Donna told me that I'd
better not fuck up at work, "It may be one thing to be a good loser
on the golf course and the bedroom, but when it comes to your job
you'd better shape up. I certainly have no intention of us giving up
our country club membership because you get demoted or fired." Then,
she sort of giggled and said that she'd give up her "night out" on
Thursday if I wanted to have him over. I could see a devilish sneer
on her face as she finished by saying, "That letch boss of yours has
been after me at every Christmas party we've been at in case you
never noticed. I bet he'd be interested to know that his employee
had a pencil dick that can't keep his wife satisfied." To tell the
truth, I guess I hadn't ever noticed Karl's flirtations toward
Donna; I was just too naive to think anything about the fact that my
boss often cut in on me when I was dancing a slow number with her at
the company Xmas parties. In a way I really looked at his attraction
to her as a plus. Although I certainly didn't plan on telling Karl
the real root of my problems was my lack of being able to satisfy my
wife, I figured that fact that he liked my sexy wife was at least
another reason that he'd not consider firing me.

When I got back to my boss the next day and set the date for
Thursday, what my wife had told me about him lusting for her became
a little more obvious to me. He indicated that he was glad that we
could get together informally. Then he winked and said, "Besides I
want to get to see that sexy wife of yours. I hope you'll clue her
that I like ladies dressed to show off their cleavage." It didn't
take a ton of bricks to fall on my head to get the message. If I
played ball or I should say if my wife played ball by showing him
how sexy she could dress, I'd get to keep my job. At first I was
really pissed off, jealous, the whole bit. Then I realized what a
compliment it was to me that he was willing to look over my poor
work performance of late. It meant that he thought I was worth
hanging onto and that my previous work had been more than acceptable
to him. If he wanted to use my wife's sexy dress as an excuse to
sugar coat it, I felt I ought to oblige him. Besides my wife's sexy
look, he must also like my work or he wouldn't even be considering
keeping me on. And besides, how could anyone blame him for lusting
after my wife; even though she'd put me through hell lately, I had
to admit that she was one sexy lady. That evening when I got home I
told Donna about my conversation with my boss. I also told her that
she could help my chances of maintaining my job by being REALLY NICE
to him. Curiously enough she looked at me with a lewd grin and said,
"How nice? You mean let him undress me-NICE let him play with my
tits-NICE.  Just how NICE should I be?"   I admitted to her that he
was wild about her boobs. "He says he's a tit man and you have the
best set of tits of any wife in the company."  Donna grinned and
said, "I told you I could tell that at the dance. He really was
squeezing my ass at the company party, OK when he comes over for
dinner my tits can be his special desert."  "You mean you'll let him
. . ."  And before I could finish what I was thinking Donna answered
my unspoken thoughts.

"I don't like the idea of displaying myself to your boss for you,"
she said, "But, I don't need you losing your job right now either,
you pencil-dicked slacker." Her words hurt, but I knew they were
accurate, especially about being a slacker at work lately. I hated
putting her in the position of having to help me get back in the
good graces of my boss, but I knew I had no alternative. On Thursday
Donna wore a very short black leather miniskirt, her 4" red high
heels, see through red panties, silk black nylons held up by her
sexiest black lace garter belt, her red silk blouse, cut so low in
front that her tits practically popped out each time she bent over,
and of course no bra. After a very nice dinner that I had prepared
by getting home early, Donna told me to clear the table like a good
hubby while she entertained our special guest. Karl sat in the
living room and Donna joined him while I cleared the table.
Although I was busy clearing the table, I could see into the living
room and noticed that she had settled next to Karl on the coach with
her tits just inches from his chest. She looked him in the eye and
said, "I have to admit that I was really complemented by what my
husband told me you said about my breasts. Do you really want to see
more of me, huh? Would you like to take off my blouse and see if
they are as good as you expect?"

By this time, I had cleared the table and had brought a canter of
wine out for Karl and Donna. Karl looked over at me for my reaction.
Although I was jealous, I could hardly say no at this point. After
all it wasn't unexpected. Still I hadn't expected Donna to offer to
let Karl take off her blouse. Since I didn't say anything my boss
took my silence to be an approval for him to proceed. After
unbuttoning the three buttons on her blouse, he gently took her
blouse from around her shoulders. In the process of letting him
remove her blouse Donna had raised herself slightly and when she sat
back down Karl had slid over under her so that her ass had settled
onto his lap. Now her gigantic bared tits were practically in his
face. The next move was pretty obvious; Karl buried his face in my
wife's sweet cleavage. I sat motionless unable to do anything but
watch with fascination and listen to my wife's breathless
exclamations.   "Ohhhh that's nice," Donna cooed. "Kiss them, and
tongue them, while Bobby watches. I know he's got to be enjoying
this. I have to tell you that Bobby is a real voyeur deep down. I
have to admit that my initial jealousy was being replaced by a
growing pleasure in my loins that I couldn't really control. Karl
continued to be very bold about feasting on my wife's boobs while I
was watching. He slurped on them for almost ten minutes. I could
tell from the guttural sounds that my Donna was making that she had
at least a mini-orgasm while wriggling her ass around on his lap.
As I sat there wondering what to do with my hard cock in my pants,
Donna  glanced over and smiled as if to say - That's O.K. honey.
Take it out. I was about to remove it when it hit me that Karl must
surely have a big dick by now also, especially with Donna jiggling
on his lap with her sweet ass. Before I could say or do anything,
Donna broke the silence. In light of Donna's recent behavior what
she said next to Karl shouldn't have caught me by surprise, but it
did anyway.  "Ohh, God that feels good! I can feel your dick getting
harder and harder against my ass. You are such a big horny stud.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO UNDRESS ME AND FUCK ME IN FRONT OF MY HUSBAND?"

We hadn't talked about anything beyond Karl getting a chance to SEE
her dressed very sexily. She obviously thought I had intended for
her to do more than just show her body off  to him. Although I was
surprised, Karl was not. What man could resist that kind of offer.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the long couch in
our living room as I followed them with my eyes. After placing her
on the couch he slid Donna's mini-skirt all the way to her waist and
removed her panties, leaving her heels, garter and nylons on. He
stood up, never even glancing my way and quickly shed his cloths.
Now I really was in a pickle. I expected Karl to inspect her tits
tonight, maybe even fondle them, but I was totally unprepared for
this. Evidently this is what my wife thought I meant by being REALLY
NICE  to my boss. So help me God, I didn't think it would go this
far. I was seeing red! What could I do now? Karl was so worked up I
knew instinctively that  I'd get fired if I tried to stop the
proceedings at this point. No matter what I felt or thought, I knew
there was no turning back.
   
While he dropped his cloths to the floor my wife looked over at me.
This time Donna said to me what I thought she was thinking before.
"Go ahead baby, take it out and play with it. I want to see your
little dicky while Karl fucks me." She said it so matter of factly
that It sounded almost like something we did ever day. As I said in
light of her recent behavior with Dave and others, it didn't come as
a shock that she'd take sexual pleasure with Karl. Still it didn't
mean I'd have to like it.  It really didn't matter at this point
though as I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut and look on as
Karl mounted my Donna missionary style. The fact that Karl had an 8
inch cock was all the more humiliating for me as I took out my 5
inches and watched the show. It wasn't long before my wife was in
the type of ecstasy I had recently seen her in on some of her more
exotic VCR displays. But to tell the truth there was something
special about seeing this "live" performance "up close and
personal". She wrapped her legs around him as he gave her long
strokes into her seething pussy.

Despite my jealous feelings my dick was hard as a rock and I had to
start playing with it as I watched them. Karl had doubled over
slightly so that he could fuck Donna and suck on one of her soft
bosoms at the same time. He was really pumping her hard and Donna
was LOVING IT! They changed position at Donna's suggestion. Karl
laid on his back with his big 8 incher in the air while she mounted
him straddle style allowing him free access to continue sucking her
pillowy tits. Donna rode up and down on his cock making soft
slurping noises as her cunt hit the base of his massive cock, over
and over again.

"Ohhh yesss...., fuck me baby. Don't ever stop. Mmmmm .... Karl your
sooo biiiggg. Give it to meee all night long." Then glancing my way,
"Bobby, your little wife is getting the shit fucked out of her. Look
at me riding Karl's big cock. Oooohh, yesss!" What the hell could I
do but look. Jealous or not I couldn't contain myself as Donna's
squeals got louder and louder finally screaming through an intense
orgasm. My cum spurted on our living room carpet as I let my load
fly. However, Karl wasn't prepared to have it over so quickly as he
continued fucking her, now mounting her doggy style and playing with
her tits from behind. They had been at it for an hour and Donna was
obviously in seventh heaven. Our love making had never taken this
long and I knew she was getting the fucking of her life. She
literally screamed through her third orgasm of the night and Karl
couldn't resist any longer as he shot his hot load of cum up her
twat. Even though, I just creamed less than ten minutes ago, I shot
again - right with them for a triple header.

By now, it shouldn't have surprised me but I didn't really think my
wife would totally humiliate me in front of my boss by having me
perform my normal sexual services for her. Shows how wrong I can be
as Donna called out to me in a sultry voice (still just recovering
from her shattering climax seconds ago). "Bobby, come over here and
show Karl what a real good cleanup man you are.' Karl was a little
puzzled until I crept between Donna's legs and began my normal
cleanup procedure, licking all of Donna's lover's cum out of her
pussy. I was terribly excited, the humiliation of being forced to do
it in front of my boss somehow just added to my normal sexual
excitement of cum licking my sexy wife. After licking her for over
twenty minutes and giving my wife another climax we were both spent
but obviously not my boss.

I had hoped that after my cum licking it would be all over and Karl
would be on his way home. But my hopes of being spared further
humiliation from Karl were dashed when Karl looked over at me and
said, "Bobby, I know you have to be at work early in the morning.
Why don't you go clean up the kitchen and do the dishes while I stay
and keep your wife company in your bedroom" The look in his steel
blue eyes let me know not to question his authority on this matter
any more than I would on any company decision he wanted to make.

"It's O.K. honey, I'll be just fine. I'm sure Karl can take good
care of me tonight while you stay in the guest bedroom," was Donna's
only comment on this turn of events. I left for the kitchen while
Donna walked arm in arm with Karl up to our bedroom. When I got done
in the kitchen I walked by the master bedroom and saw Donna snuggled
close to him on the bed, bringing his head to rest on her soft tits.
Entering our guest bedroom, I could hear sounds coming from the
master bedroom. Our guest bedroom was close enough for me to hear
them whispering but not to hear clearly what was being said. On
occasion I'd hear an "Oh yes," or a "That's it."  I did a lot of
tossing and turning before falling asleep knowing that my Donna was
sleeping so willingly with another man.
   
The next morning I awoke slightly confused thinking it had all been
a dream until I realized I was in the guest bedroom. I could hear
the bedsprings in the master bedroom and my wife giggling every now
and then. I had breakfast alone and left for work quietly before my
wife or Karl came out of the bedroom.

No matter what my personal feelings where at the time, my
co-operative attitude of being willing to share my wife with my boss
accomplished the goal I had intended. Karl called me into his office
the next day and said that based on my co-operative attitude he was
not going to let me go. He said coyly that knowing what my marital
situation was like allowed him to re-evaluate my situation and in
fact, he wanted to keep me around for a long time, especially since
I had such a nice wife. Instead of being fired, I was placed on
probation. But, I received no cut in pay since Karl knew that would
devastate Donna and besides, I'd been such a  good `Team Player'.
Karl says that he'll do frequent reviews of my work as well as
making lots of visits to my home to evaluate my progress. What can I
say; at least it was better being a team player than being a "good
loser"
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Final Bet"

It had been over a month since Donna and Dave had arranged the
humiliating "anniversary party" at the Country Club for me and
several weeks since my boss had staked his sexual claim to my wife.
I had to go to work each day but  I hadn't had the courage to return
to the country club since and don't think I ever will.  Dave has
called me several times at work to say that our friendship shouldn't
end even if we're not playing golf anymore.  After all, he pointed
out that I had been a good loser all along so we could still be
friends. Based on the latest turn of events concerning my wife and
my boss, I was thinking that I really needed a friend even one like
my former golfing buddy, Dave. After about the third call from him,
I finally agreed to meet Dave at my office on Tuesday at 12:00 and
we'd go out for lunch. I had an enough humiliation where Dave was
concerned so I resolved not to mention anything about Donna and my
Boss.

Unfortunately, my meetings on Tuesday morning ran over a little so
it was about 12:20 when I returned to my office. Dave was talking
with my secretary, Jean, while waiting.  I apologized for being
late, but Dave said, "No apology necessary.  I've enjoyed chatting
with Jean.".  Over lunch Dave reminded me that I hadn't been to the
Country Club lately and several folk had been asking why I wasn't
there especially when they saw Donna there frequently.  Dave had his
subtle way of putting me down - both of us knew full well what Donna
was doing at the golf course, fucking, the bartender, the caddies,
the pro and god only knows who else by now. And of course they knew
that I was personally cleaning her pussy with my tongue after every
single encounter.  I tried to change the subject several times and
eventually was successful when I asked Dave what he and my secretary
had been talking about while waiting for me.  Jean is a good looking
married woman in her early thirties. She always dresses very
conservatively but that doesn't hide the beauty of her well endowed
figure.  Unlike Donna she is a brunette with long flowing hair.
She's been married for almost ten years and always talks of the
great relationship and good times she and her husband, Harry, enjoy.

I could tell what Dave had in mind just by the look in his eyes - he
was about to remind me how great sex with married women is.  I
thought I'd cut him off at the knees by telling him that Jean has
such a terrific relationship with her husband that he'd never get
into her panties.  In fact, once a few years back I had accidentally
brushed my hand across her breast while walking by her desk - she
immediately admonished me and told me she got all the fondling and
sex she needed from Harry - telling I had better be careful not to
wind up with a sexual harassment suit. When Dave challenged me to
another $100 bet, I was confident of winning.  My boastful ego
started to take over again at the thought of beating Dave so I upped
the ante - making the bet $500 and requiring that he stop fucking my
Donna's pussy if he lost.  I figured this might be a good
opportunity to get Donna back.  Dave agreed to the higher wager with
one condition.  If he won, I'd cooperate after that in any way he
wanted in order to keep Harry from finding out.  Laughing I readily
agreed ....telling Dave that this was one time I hoped HE could be a
good loser. The conversation returned to Dave's golf game and
nothing more was said about the wager.  Dave and I agreed to have
lunch again next Tuesday. The following Monday Dave called and left
a message with Jean to remind me that he'd be there at 12:00 for
lunch. ...but then Dave called me at home Monday night.  He said
that to give him a clear shot at Jean, I needed to make some excuse
to leave the office tomorrow morning.  When I hesitated to agree, he
mentioned the alternative... he could send Jean a copy of my
"anniversary party video".  I quickly agreed.

At about 11:00 I told Jean that I had to meet a customer on the
other side of town.  She reminded me of my luncheon appointment with
Dave - I told her to tell Dave when he arrived that I had to leave
unexpectedly and we could have lunch on Thursday.  With that I left
the office and went to the library to kill some time...then to a
local go-go bar to watch the ladies while I had lunch and a few
beers.

It was 1:30 when I returned to the office.  Everything was quiet but
Jean wasn't around - I assumed she was just down a the copier or in
the ladies room so I didn't think anything of it and got back to
work to catch-up for the lost time this morning.  I was looking
forward to having lunch with Dave on Thursday to remind of his
failure.   I was deeply engrossed in the mounds of papers that
covered my desk when I heard Jean enter the office.  Without saying
anything she closed the door, came over to my desk and walked around
behind it so she was right next to me. She pushed my chair back
slightly and sat up on the desk facing me - right on top of all the
papers.  I wasn't sure what had gotten into her or what was going on
as my mind tried to dismiss the thought of Dave having succeeded.

Unfortunately, any doubts I had were quickly dispelled as Jean
lifted her skirt to expose her pantyless crotch. Her black curly
hair was matted and the unmistakable scent of Dave's cum filled the
air.  In her very business-like matter of fact way Jean said, "Dave
left this for you.  He said you had agreed to take care of it so
Harry wouldn't notice." Without waiting for me to respond, she
forcefully grabbed my ears and pulled my head to her pussy.  This
made my chair slip backwards out from under me as I landed on my
knees with my face in her sopping snatch.  When I hesitated slightly
Jean shoved my face hard into her pussy saying, "Now don't
disappoint me. Dave said you were a good loser."

As I kneeled there in my office lapping up Dave's cum from Jean's
dark pussy, I couldn't believe it or maybe I just didn't want to
admit it - in the space of just one afternoon Dave had screwed my
formerly faithful married secretary, turned her into a demanding
bitch and had totally humiliated me in her eyes.  Jean was obviously
enjoying my tongue between her legs as she shuddered to orgasm while
I licked the last of  Dave's sperm from her hot wet cavern.   Jean
pushed me backwards onto the floor when she had enough, "OK Bobby.
Dave also told me that everyone at the Country Club refers to you as
'pencil dick" - let me see what it looks like."  Lying there on the
floor looking up at Jean towering over me on the desk I was so
embarrassed and humiliated I didn't feel able to resist as I
unzipped and pulled my hard cock from my pants.  Jean broke into
laughter at the sight, "I've never seen a miniature cock before.
Put it away - it doesn't look like it would be useful for anything."
As she jumped off the desk a bunch of my papers fell, landing on my
prone figure as if in a final symbol of my subjugation. Jean left
the office. That was Tuesday - Dave had scheduled for us to get
together for lunch on Thursday which came far too quickly.  I would
have preferred not to see Dave again but he showed up right on time
at 12:00.  "You're a good loser Bobby.  I heard you kept up your end
of the bargain and cleaned up Jean so Harry wouldn't find out."   I
was really not looking forward to spending the next hour over lunch
with Dave and I was happy when he told me he had to cancel our lunch
- that was until he told me he was having lunch with Jean instead.

I was surprised when they returned together at 1:30 and entered my
office.  "You know what's expected Bobby", said Dave producing a
video camera from a duffel bag he had left with Jean earlier, "and
of course we need this on video for Donna and the guys at the
Country Club." ...indeed Dave got it all on video tape as Jean
repeated Tuesday's scene of forcing me to my knees to lick her cum
filled pussy clean at my desk.  Jean informed me that she and Dave
would make this a regular Tuesday and Thursday lunch time activity
so she's blocked 1:30-2:00 on my calendar every Tues./Thurs showing
it as "Private Dictation".

Before leaving that afternoon Dave again congratulated me on being
such a good loser,   " ...In fact Bobby boy, since you've been such
a good loser I want to show you how good a winner I can be.  If you
won, you wanted me to stop using Donna's pussy. - Well just to show
you I can be generous, I'll grant you your wish - for a week.  You
won't have to lick my cum from your wife's pussy for the next week."
I guess that should have made me happy even though I knew I'd still
be eating Dave's cum from Jean's pussy.  At least he wouldn't be
screwing my wife for a week or at least that's what I thought.
Donna went "out with the girls" as usual on Friday night returning
at about 3:00 am. Without saying a word she climbed into bed and
straddled my head as usual. Licking her wet pussy I almost couldn't
believe it... she was wet from her own stimulation but there was no
sperm in her cunt - I couldn't believe it - Dave had kept his word.
Maybe Donna would need my little cock in her pussy if Dave hadn't
satisfied her.  Just as my ego was starting to inflate, Donna
changed position, turning around with her ass cheeks right in front
of my face, then I saw it - cum oozing from her stretched ass hole
just as she lowered it right onto my mouth. That bastard Dave,
technically he had kept his word and not fucked her pussy - he had
fucked her ass instead, I thought as I was humiliated further.   My
thoughts were interrupted by Donna's honey-sweet voice, "Come on,
baby.  Clean my hole good. Ream it with your pussy lapping tongue".

As I licked Dave's sperm from my wife's ass for the first (but I'm
sure not the last) time I also realized that they had probably set
up the hidden video camera again. At this point I thought, what the
hell does it matter anymore!  I guess I really have learned to be a
good loser.

THE END....