                         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.
