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Illicit Desires Ch. 05

Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: goodhusband, Rating: 33, Source: LushStories

your house on Wednesday the pictures will help us establish that it wasn't a one time fling." "That's a good idea Dana. I'll do it." "Frankie, are you sure you're going to be okay?" "Don't worry Dana, I'm a big boy. I can handle this." "If you start to feel bad, give me a call on my cell phone." "You can do the same with me." "I will." "I'll call you in the morning Dana." "All right, bye Frankie." We both ended the call. Talking to Dana made me feel better. A personal crisis is always easier when you have some support. After taking several pictures of the two cars parked outside the rear door of the motel I got back in my car and quickly left the parking lot. As I drove home I thought about Pete and Katie. I imagined Pete on top of my wife. Katie was screaming in ecstasy as he pumped his big cock in and out of her sopping wet cunt. While the image hurt, it also excited me. That was troubling. I immediately squashed those feelings. By the time I finally got home it was after 3:00. I sat down in our den, turned on the television and tried to watch a golf tournament. That didn't work. How was I supposed to focus on a group of guys playing golf when I knew my wife was shacked up in a motel room with some asshole lawyer and he was fucking her? To make matters worse, I couldn't even do anything about it. I just had to bide my time until Wednesday evening. I found the crossword puzzle in the local Sunday newspaper and tried filling in some blanks while I watched the golf ... tournament. That didn't work either. My concentration was so poor that after going through the entire list of across clues I'd only been able to fill in two words. It didn't matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep the images of Pete and Katie out of my head. Desperate, I set the crossword puzzle aside, turned off the television, went out to the garage and started up the power lawn mower. At least I could be proactive about cutting the grass. I worked hard and fast. I mowed that mother fucking lawn with a vengeance. It helped. The images were still there, but at least I had a target for my frustration and anger. Once I was done mowing the lawn I raked up the grass clippings and swept the sidewalks and patio. After I finished I went back into the house and took a hot shower. The work had been a good outlet for the emotional cauldron boiling inside me and the shower actually relaxed me. By the time I was done showering and getting dressed it was 5:30. Calmer, I went back into the den and turned the television on again. The golf tournament wasn't over. I picked up the newspaper and took another crack at the crossword. This time I was actually able to fill in some words. At 6:10 I heard the back door open. A moment later Katie walked into the den. She appeared to be a little agitated. I assumed that she was disconcerted by my presence. "You're home?" "Yes, I live here." "You mowed the lawn. I thought you had to work this afternoon." "It turned out that I didn't. We ran into a problem. We ...