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.
As I drove home the final words of my golfing buddy were where still ringing in my ears. 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 chagrined 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 ******* 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 - EPILOGUE
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!!
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.
As I drove home the final words of my golfing buddy were where still ringing in my ears. 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 chagrined 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 ******* 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 - EPILOGUE
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!!
