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!
