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We hope you enjoy our collaboration of "GOLF BUDDIES - PART 9 - The
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....
