Dick Ballz - One-On-One

"What the hell do you want to wear that for?" he had asked. "It makes you look like an old lady!"

As Robert pulled the Pontiac into the Kelly's driveway, he turned to Midge and gave her a long hard stare. Midge sat looking straight ahead, afraid of what he was thinking. It seemed that paranoia was the word of the day now. Every look, every strange expression was a threat to her existence as his wife. She knew it couldn't continue much longer. Soon, it would all have to come to a head.

"When we get inside," he started, "you just play the perfect wife. I'll take care of everything else, understand?"

"Yes, Robert," she answered as the butler came out of the house to help her out of the car.

"Good evening, madam," he said as he opened the door and gave Midge his hand. As she bent forward to get out of the car, she caught a quick glance of the butler looking straight down her dress.

My God, she thought. Is that all anyone thinks about in this house?

Robert came around the car, and taking Midge's arm led her up to the front door where Dick Kelly stood waiting for them.

"Well, good to see you two again. Come on in, Bob," he said, stepping out of the way to let them pass. And as Midge passed by him, his hand touched and caressed over the firm cheeks of her buttocks for the briefest second. Robert didn't take notice at Midge's slight jump as he was too busy taking in the view across the room.

There stood Connie wearing a skin-tight gold lame jumpsuit. The neckline cut from the shoulders to the navel in a huge revealing vee so that the edge of the metallic material covered only one half of each firm round breast. The pants left nothing to the imagination as they clung so tightly to her full blown figure that even from across the room, Robert was able to make out the outline of her crotch pushing against the yellow cloth and wryly thought, A prize worth having… a real golden sheathed cunt!

When Midge saw her, she had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the gasp coming out. She had never seen anything like it before. The closest thing she had ever seen to match was a dancer's costume at a nightclub in Paris when she and Robert were on their honeymoon.

"Good evening," Connie said softly from her pose against the fireplace.

"Welcome back!" Midge caught the look that went back and forth between Connie and Robert and stood furious as Robert walked away from her and made a beeline for Connie. Dick walked up behind Midge and possessively, as though he now owned her, ran his hand up the back of her thighs to the crack in her buttocks. Midge spun around to face him, wanting to slap him hard across the face but realized she couldn't.

"May I get you a drink?" he offered.

As Dick went to the bar to fix the drinks, Midge sat watching Robert make a fool of himself over Connie. She couldn't believe it. Connie was certainly a good-looking woman half her age, but other than that she was so cheap, so tawdry about her appearance… the sort of woman a man like Dick falls for… yes, they were a perfect couple, she thought.

Dinner was a huge success for everyone but Midge. Robert spent the entire evening fawning over Connie, amusing her with stories about his college days, and about some of his other accounts while Midge spent most of her time picking at the food and trying to escape Dick's searching hands under the table. By the time the meal was over, Midge was exhausted and ready to leave, but she knew that Dick and Robert still had to talk business and she would probably be left alone with Connie. Just the thought of it turned her stomach.

"Well," Dick said, patting his full stomach. "Why don't we have our coffee and brandy in the living room." He rose from the table and pulled Midge's chair out for her, taking her by the arm and leading her into the other room while Robert took Connie's arm and followed them in.

"If you will excuse me," Midge said, "I'd like to use the powder room to freshen up a bit." And with that, she turned and went up the stairs to the second floor leaving Robert with Dick and Connie.

As soon as Midge was out of the room, Connie guided Robert to the huge over-sized white sofa and sat down next to him. Her arms slipped around his shoulders and her mouth covered his, her tongue slipping from between her lips and digging into his mouth.

Robert pulled back, nervously glancing at Dick who stood just a few feet away from where they sat.

"Connie…" he said in mock-shocked tones. "I… I don't understand … your husband…"

Dick roared with laughter at Robert's performance.

"Don't worry about me," he chuckled. "I've known about you two since the first time you came here! No reason for you to stop now!"

"What?" Robert asked incredulously. "You mean you've known all along what we've been doing? And don't you care?"

"Why should he care?" Connie jumped into the conversation. "I mean, after all, he's been getting his from Midge. So why shouldn't I have my fun too?"

Robert sat shocked.

"What do you mean he's been getting his from Midge? Getting what?

What?" he yelled, shaking Connie by the shoulders. "Getting what?"

"Hey, take it easy!" Connie said, trying to calm him down. "'Getting his' means he's been getting laid at your house while you've been getting laid over here. Does that make it clear for you?"

"What is this. Some kind of put-on?" Robert asked. "Look, I know my wife and she just isn't the type… to do that sort of thing."

"Listen, Robert," Connie went on. "I've got a little story to tell you.

Do you remember the day we made love together at Dick's suite at the hotel? Well, after you left Dick came out of the bedroom where he had been all along. And right behind him was your sweet little innocent wife. Don't interrupt me! You wife and my husband had been using the room before we came in. That's right, little man. Midge and Dick had been fucking each other silly that afternoon. And she sure as hell liked it from the look on her face, when she came out of the bedroom.

And do you know what?" she continued, letting her hands fall on Robert's body, caressing him softly as she spoke. "Your little wife not only likes other men, but she's not at all put off by a good-looking woman, either. Since she was already warmed up by Dick's good hard dick and her cunt was well-lubricated, I had no trouble getting several fingers up inside her and boy, does she know how to respond. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no lesbian, but I enjoy a little change every now and then and your little wife is about the best change I've had in a long time. She not only enjoyed me, but she held my face prisoner in her stretched pussy for so long I thought I might not ever see the outside world again! And when I finished with her and Dick had his cock back up inside her, fucking her for all she was worth, I lowered my snatch on her face and she ate me like she hadn't had a meal for weeks. I haven't had such a good sucking out since my honeymoon!" She turned to Dick.

"No offense, dear, but let's face it. You have been a little slack in that department. And so, since that day, little Midge has been hopping on Dick's stick every chance she got. Why do you think I called you over here the other day? Because Midge had invited Dick to your house and we wanted to make sure that their fucking wasn't interrupted. And now, we think it's foolish for us to be wasting what should be a very interesting evening just to save a little pride. Don't you think so?"

Robert sat staring at Connie, his mouth hanging wide open. He couldn't believe his ears or what they had just heard.

"This is fantastic! You made all that up, didn't you?"

"No Robert," Connie said sternly. "I don't have to make up anything when the truth is much more interesting."

"Yes, Robert," Dick interrupted. "Now that you're going to be handling my account, I do think everything should be above the table, that is, at least the conversations should be," he quipped, laughing at his own joke. "But, just to make sure you believe us, you might be interested in my knowing about this little mole on the inside of her thigh, that Midge has. Just about half an inch from her left cunt lip, if you'll pardon my medical terminology. And lovely cunt lips they are, too, I might add."