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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....
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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....
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