1. Business Trip


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Cuckold, Author: BobNbobbi, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    sent it at ten. That picture was taken less than two hours ago.” John waited by the phone, it rang at eleven, right on time. “Hi John, how was your day in Detroit?” “Mary, what's going on?” “I guess you got my email?” “Yes, what's going on with you, with the pictures?” “Did you like them?, I thought I looked sexy.” “You do look sexy, you know I love that little nightgown, but who, who is, who did . . .?” “Who took the pictures?” “Yes!” “I know you’re wondering; I'll tell you about things Friday when you get home. Until then you just stare long and hard at the pictures I sent. Study them and we will talk about them later, okay? For tonight, just look at the pictures and let your imagination run wild. When you think you know all there is to know about them get your lube out and have fun.” “Mary?” “Check your mail in the morning, maybe I will send another.” “Mary, Mary what . . . ?” The phone clicked off for the second night as Mary hung up on her husband. TUESDAY NIGHT John, his cock, and the tube of lube got a double workout Monday night. Even so, his dreams were filled with concern about the faint image in the mirror. As soon as he woke, John went to pee and then he checked his email. There was nothing from Mary. John showered and then looked once more, still nothing from Mary. After breakfast John went back to his room to check for a message, but once again his email inbox had nothing from Mary. “She was just teasing me; that’s not fair.” The next email from Mary appeared in ...
    his inbox at ten pm, right on schedule. There were several pictures attached. The text this time was short, and as cryptic as last night's photographs: Hi, sweetie, I like this way of being together when you travel. I am having a good time and keeping myself busy until you return. Love, Mary. John opened the first picture; Mary was standing with an older black man. He must have been the guy in the mirror last night, John thought to himself. “What the hell is going on?” Both were nude, Mary had her arms around him. She was drying the black man's back with a towel, and they were kissing. From the look of the two in the photograph they were having a good kiss. Once again John exclaimed, “What the hell is going on?” In the second picture, the towel was gone. Mary and the big black man were standing beside the bed. That is John and Mary’s bed, mine, not some black SOB’s bed, flitted through John’s thought process. Their hands were all over each other, but the bed was still freshly made. Mary hadn't slept in the bed. John looked at the time stamp, Oct 5, 2008: 8:47 pm, too early to use the bed for sleeping. The next three pictures were similar; they showed Mary at her vanity. She was leaning against it, facing out to the camera for the first one. She was absolutely naked. The time stamp showed Oct 5, 2008: 8:57 pm, ten minutes later. John could tell her face was fresh scrubbed with no makeup. Mary showed only a light flush from kissing the black man. At Oct 5, 2008: 9:21 pm by the ...
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