Robert would do anything to get invited to the game with the guys he worked with. He had been hinting about going to the big game Saturday, but he didn't have a ticket, and his friends knew it. They gave him a hard time all week, and Friday Robert just begged them to let him have the one extra ticket they had.
"Alright, we'll give it to you and you can go with us," Dave told him. "But, we've all talked, and if we give you this ticket, you have to do something for us in exchange," Dave demanded.
"I'll do anything," Robert insisted.
"Yes, you will," Dave answered. "There are three of us and you'll have to do for us the three things we ask. No backing out!"
Robert agreed and quickly snatched the ticket from Dave.
"That's a contract then and you will honor it!" Dave insisted. Joe and Danny smiled big and laughed.
"You don't know what you're in for," they told him with a confident smile.
On Saturday morning, Dave, Joe, and Danny pulled up in Robert's driveway. Robert ran out to get in their car. "Not so fast," Dave said. "First I need you to go get the title and the keys to that new shiny black SUV you've been bragging about."
"What!" Robert yelled, "I'm not giving you that!"
"Relax," Dave said. "I'm just going to hold the title until you honor your promise to give us the three things we ask for. When you do, you get the title back and keep the car. But if you try to back out, I keep the title, keys, and the car." Dave was firm. He looked straight into Robert's eyes.
"I'll keep my promise. I do what you ask me too," Robert went into the house and brought back the title and the keys.
"Sign it!" Dave insisted. Reluctantly, Robert signed the title and Dave locked it in his glove box.
As they drove to the game, they began to talk about Sandy, Robert's wife.
"Sandy sure is hot!" Joe said. "How did you get her?"
Robert smiled, "She loves me and I love her."
"Sandy is beautiful," Danny replied. "I've noticed how her blonde hair bounces as she walks, it bounces just like her big perky tits!"
Robert was getting a little uncomfortable.
"You're right," Dave responded. "Sandy's perfect hair bounces just above her shoulders, so as to not hide any of the bounce of her perfect tits! And her so smooth, creamy skin, her pouty lips and pretty face, its all great! But I've got to tell you guys, my favorite part of Sandy is her heart shaped, bubble ass!"
Robert had had enough. "Stop talking about my wife that way!" he spoke out.
"We're not gonna do that," Dave replied. "You see the first thing I'm asking you to do for us is to tell us all about Sandy. Undress her for us. Tell us the details of her body, any distinguishing marks, how stiff her nipples get, how good a fuck she is, and what she really likes sexually. Does she suck your cock real good? Does she like it up her ass? Tell us all, big boy, or do I keep the title, keys, and the car?"
Robert swallowed hard, but began to tell the three men all about Sandy, the first time they had sex, how she quivered when his tongue lapped her pusssy lips, how she flooded when he licked her clit without stopping. He told how she only very rarely sucked his cock, and no, she had never taken it up her ass.