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.

