An Evening With Dagwood/Indecent Proposal

"It'll be one night. For old time's sake."

As Dagwood, waited for Blondie to answer, Mr. Dithers seethed with anger as he sat across the restaurant table staring at him. Dagwood tried to hold Blondie's hands while he stared deeply into her confused face. Mr. Dithers quickly snatched Blondie's hands for himself instead and harrumphed while burning through his cigar. Blondie couldn't process Dagwood's offer for a moment. But in the restaurant with all three of them having dinner at the same table, every second felt like an eternity. Dagwood wanted to spend just one more night with Blondie in the hopes of saving their failing marriage or even rekindling an old romance. Dagwood even offered Mr. Dithers a reduction in his salary. It was an offer the old man couldn't refuse but hated to accept. Julius wanted Blondie for himself but he also wanted to make sure Blondie loved him as well. If Dagwood failed, that would legitimately mean that he, Julius Caesar Dithers, has finally vanquished his old nemesis for once and for all. And he did it by snagging himself the love of Dagwood's life. It wouldn't matter how he tricked Blondie initially many nights ago when he took advantage of her when she was in a semi-conscious, drunken stupor. He now believed that Blondie was equally and unequivocally in love with him as he with her. But now, it was ultimately Blondie's decision on who her heart belongs to.

"Dagwood...I really don't know what to say," Blondie said as the entire restaurant's chatter and atmosphere was seemingly silent to her as her thoughts swam, even though the entire place was oblivious to her dilemma. She looked longingly at the man she married and started a family with years ago. She wasn't sure if she loved him still but Dagwood seemed adamant and persistent on winning her back. She then looked at her lover, Julius. She could see his jaw gnashing and she found it quite amusing and endearing that he was jealous of her husband.

"Blondie, just give me this one chance. Afterwards, if you still feel the same way, then I'll sign the divorce papers and I'll be out of your way," Dagwood said. This eased some of the tension from Mr. Dithers. The thought of Dagwood not pestering his bride-to-be was enticing. Julius smirked and held onto Blondie's hands firmer. "Tomorrow night. Just once. For me. For us," Dagwood said haltingly, emphasizing each word carefully to the beautiful woman across him.

Later that night, Julius laid on top of Blondie, their naked bodies in a sensual embrace. Mr. Dithers' full bodyweight was on her as he hate-fucked Blondie through the rest of the night. Julius wanted Blondie all to himself so he was a bit mad at her for even considering to go back to Dagwood. But still, she had a rocking body and he couldn't pass up another night of vigorous, passionate sex. He was rough on her -- licking her pits, sucking her face and nibbling her tits. She screamed with pain and pleasure, delight and anxiety, passion and anguish. She really loved the way Julius was fucking her hard. She loved his abnormally huge cock that slid back and forth inside her moistened vagina and the hurt it brought with it. She loved the weight of his body and the **** that it exerted on hers whenever he thrusted his pelvis. She loved the way the grey hairs all over her body tickled and made her sweat while simultaneously giving her goosebumps. And she loved the way he always made her cum as he did. He finished inside her and then got off and turned his back from her to sleep. Blondie playfully twirled with his back hairs while purring for more lovemaking. He silently grunted and nudged away from her.

"Julius, I wanna cuddle with you," she playfully said with a sing-song voice that usually never failed to get a rise out of the old man.

"You'll have more of that tomorrow," he said with contempt.

She suddenly thought of Dagwood and the night she'd have with him tomorrow. But tonight she wanted her Julius and he was clearly having none of it.

She giggled while grabbing and hugging him from behind.

"Such a baby," she said smiling as they both went to sleep.

The next night, Dagwood Bumstead was staring at the sight of his beautiful wife in their former bedroom. Blondie was wearing a pastel blue-colored, frilled, peasant-style lingerie. He could clearly see her nipples and pubic hair through them. Already sitting up from their bed, he gulped and shifted to a more erect posture as he admired his gorgeous wife's body. And her body has changed much from the last time he remembered admiring her. Gone was the pretty, tall, blonde, demure and proper housewife. In its place was an alluring enchantress. Standing by the bathroom door with her left arm up on the doorway, he stared at Blondie's toned arms and golden tan. She wasn't sinewy muscular but just the right amount that made her super fit and enhancing her already big breasts. Her breasts! He stared at them intently. He never noticed them as gloriously divine now as they were when they first met. She never had work done. But her natural good looks plus whatever athletic training she was doing enhanced her boobs to an extraordinarily spectacular vision. Her right hand was resting on her already thin waist and tight stomach. It could fool everyone else if they knew that she was with child. Or maybe she wasn't far along into her pregnancy, he thought. Her wide, child-bearing hips were more shapely thanks to a pair of firm, supple buttocks and slender legs. Her thighs even made a gap that together with her always cameltoe-producing pubic mound was a foolproof invite to her womanhood.

Blondie bit her lower lip. She seemed nervous being with her husband again. She was flattered as he leered at her as she could almost imagine her husband make old cartoon jalopy noises inside her head the way he used to whenever he goes with her downtown to try on dresses. Ahoooo-gah, he would shout as she thought to herself. She was proud of all her hard work that her body was now able to show. Her cardio made her trim. Her crossfit training made her fit. Her yoga made her flexible. And her sex sessions with her lover made her more radiant. She walked slowly towards the bed where Dagwood in his pajamas sat anxiously. How strange she might have looked towards him; almost like another woman. Being in this room was also alien to her as well since the last time she was here was when she was cheating on Dagwood with Mr. Dithers.

Julius was at his basement that exact same moment watching everything on closed circuit cameras he had installed a long time ago to spy on his precious Blondie. Months ago, he would masturbate to Blondie as she changed her clothes or even pleasure herself from an inactive sex life. He found himself peering inside the eerie glow of the grainy monitor that served as his gateway to his unnatural sexual obsession to Dagwood's wife. It was in here all those months ago were how he planned to turn his deviant sexual behavior into a legitimate romantic coupling. He did not want to regress to his old perverted lifestyle. His temper was flaring but he had the highest respect to his lover that he clearly wanted to give her the time she needed to really affirm her love for him. He was horny as hell at that moment. Their sexual patterns has conditioned his libido to rise up as the night got darker. And as he slowly started to work on his shaft to please his blood-engorged cock, he watched Blondie walk slowly to Dagwood.

Dagwood was sweating bullets as his wife approached the edge of the bed. Who are you and what have you done with my wife, he wanted to say. She had movie star good looks. It bothered him that she now wanted to be with an even less attractive older man. It was too late to swallow his pride but now he clearly wanted one more chance for his wife to fall in love with him again.

"Mind if I join you?” Blondie said lustily as she watched Dagwood nervously unbuttoning his pajama pants.

"P-please be gentle," he said. Blondie giggled. She absolutely adored her husband's comic timing and overly wholesome attitude to the point of unintentional irritation he brought out to some people. Maybe that was why Julius hated him. Blondie crossed her arms and grabbed the underlining of her thin top. She carefully removed them from up and over her head with such grace her breasts would gently jiggle, inviting him to come touch them. She sat down on the edge of the bed and he did just that. He wanted to know if Mr. Dithers had her breasts done because they looked exceptionally beautiful and plump. They were not, he thought to himself, as he cupped and caressed her breasts into the palms of his hands. How DID she do it? Blondie brought her legs into the bed as she crept towards Dagwood. She reached down and doffed her underwear showing her blonde pubic patch and cleanly shaved pussy lips. He was as nervous with her as on their wedding night. Now it was his turn to undress but he was clearly intimidated by the sight of her goddess of a wife that he only unbuttoned his pajama trousers to let his penis come out of the fabric. She giggled silently at the sight of his penis. It was smaller than she remembered. It wasn't as impressive as her lover's but it was the man that she married and not the penis. She came close and gave him a kiss. It was a slight peck on the lips; almost dry and almost boring. Dagwood was embarrassed. Blondie noticed but she wanted to give him all the freedom to want her back. She then cupped his balls and massaged his member. She tried to induce his cock to grow larger but it remained flaccid.

"Any second now...," Dagwood said half-kidding. Blondie snickered as she played with her husband's penis. She jacked him off slowly. This did remind her of their wedding night: all the nuances of awkwardness, bereft of the concupiscence of sex. It was a miracle that they made two children. She then went down on his husband and mouthed his entire cock and balls. They were all small enough for her to stuff her mouth into. Her tongue explored his entire shaft and head. His penis started to grow a little. She went deeper until her nose firmly touched his groin. She sucked on the entire organ as she continuously tongued his scrotum. She made it sloppy and wet. This normally would arise Julius who would have skull-fucked her by now. Dagwood only nervously gulped almost mimicking his wife's enthusiasm with his uneasiness. She kept on thinking of Julius and how she would manhandle her six ways to Sunday at this time. Poor Dagwood. He was trying but just not hard enough. After an almost uncomfortable amount of time for a flaccid fellatio, Dagwood's penis started to become erect. Blondie came up for air, smiling as she met her husband's smug face at the sight of his erect penis.

"See, what'd I tell ya?" Dagwood said. Blondie smiled and gazed lovingly into her husband's eyes. She thought to herself why she still has feelings to her incredibly dorky husband. She quickly grabbed onto him and kissed him passionately. Dagwood kissed back. He fell backwards as she continued to kiss her. She came up to straddle him, her legs were on either side on him. She ground her hips erotically and toyed with his penis, sliding along its shaft using her pussy lips. She placed both of her hands on his chest and rode him further, moistening his penis with her wet vagina. With both hands, he carefully aligned his penis towards his wife's opening. The cock found its place and Blondie guided it in further. Blondie moaned deep. It wasn't as pleasurable as Julius' but it was his husband -- the man she loved first. She continued to ride him as she held onto her hair, her chest enhancing the size of her breasts in this pose. Dagwood was amazed at his partner's sexual prowess. When and how did she learn to do all of these? Blondie was clearly a true goddess among women.

Julius watched the pair make love the entire night. He downed shot after shot of warm scotch as the pair continued to have sex. He watched Blondie's amazingly hot body through the monitor. The camera's resolution and the bedroom's lighting didn't do justice to Blondie's shape but he could still see how beautiful she was. He continued to masturbate furiously as he watched Dagwood go on top of the mother of his unborn child. He couldn't cum. He wanted her bad. Missionary was Julius' favorite position on Blondie and it enraged him further. He threw his glass across the room in anger and jealousy as he grabbed the scotch and drank straight from the bottle. He spat at the monitor in disgust.

"Motherfucker!” he shouted.

Something inside awoke in Dagwood as he found himself taking off his pajama set and fucking his wife in the nude. Blondie was not getting off as fast with Dagwood's much smaller penis but he knew how to work her pussy. He could move. He gripped her tits tight and sucked on them. He kept on fucking her as the night wore on. They were both sweating. Then Dagwood came. "Yow!” he yelped as his body bucked and shuddered in climax. Blondie just smiled lovingly at her husband. She hadn't climaxed yet but she didn't mind. She missed being in love with her husband. Exhausted, Dagwood laid beside the heaving body of his naked wife. They looked and smiled at each other and they kissed.

Mr. Dithers was partly relieved that their fucking had stopped. He watched them kiss passionately. He could have turned off the thing by now but he couldn't look away. He came this close to getting a new life with a hot wife and a child he had always wanted and he slowly watched his dreams slip away. His insecurities ate him as the shadows of the dark basement consumed every source of light. He watched them cuddle. He watched Blondie giggle as Dagwood whispered something inaudible in her ear. He watched her face slowly lose her smile as she continued to listen to her husband. He watched them look at each other and hug again. He watched them entwine themselves to each other as they both laid in the middle of their bed. He watched their still hugging bodies as they slowly went to sleep together. He watched and watched and watched until he couldn't watch anymore. He finally turned off the monitor and stared blankly into nothingness.

As Blondie saw Julius the next day, she smiled at him and gave him a kiss.

"What's wrong, honey?" Blondie asked.

"We're getting married this Sunday," he said.