1. Business Trip


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

    time stamp, Mary was photographed with her face perfectly done, as though ready to go out for the evening. She was still nude, and was sitting backward on her small chair facing the room. “God, those lips look so sexy done bright red like that; Mary does look sexy tonight and I only get the picture. That black guy will kiss those lips tonight, not me. Who is that black guy?” Whoever took the picture of Mary, surely that black guy, stood right above her looking down at her lovely face. He was probably the one who told Mary to stick her tongue between her lips so just the tip showed. Tongue tip made the picture a visual sex offering. The vanity table was background. John could see the tube of lipstick that painted Mary's lips; the cap was still off. Another makeup pot lay beside the lipstick. Over to the side was her pill container, just the way it always was. The third picture of the vanity series was taken Oct 5, 2008: 9:28 pm. She was leaning against the vanity once more. This picture was just like the first one, except that the previously impeccable lipstick was now smeared beyond Mary's lips. There was another disturbing detail in this picture. The black man was standing beside Mary equally naked. His lips had Mary's lipstick smeared on them too, and his arm was around her waist. Mary held the man by his cock, her left hand wrapped around a very large, very erect, very black cock. John could clearly see the wedding ring he first placed on his wife’s left hand many years ...
    ago. The email had one last photograph attached; it didn't seem to make much sense to John. It was just a picture of Mary's vanity and the chair. No people, just the vanity and chair. It had an Oct, 2008: 9:38 pm time stamp. “Where are they, oh my God? I know where they are.” John looked at his watch, almost eleven. He undressed, got the lube, and lay down on the bed. At precisely eleven John's phone rang. “Mary, what is going on with this stuff, what are you doing?” “You've read tonight's email, good, isn't it exciting?” “Mary who, what, a black guy?” “I'm not going to talk long tonight, things to do here. I just wanted to make sure you read my email. Check again in the morning, this time I will send one. I'll tell you the rest Friday when you get home. Bye, bye. I love you. I hope you have plenty of lube.” The phone buzzed off. “Damn, what now? What is going on? Mary is fucking that black man. That’s what’s going on, but why?” John slept fitfully after Mary’s telephone call; it was Wednesday morning before he finished stroking for the third time. John remembered what Mary said about checking his email in the morning. His mind made wild, crazy, blatantly erotic pictures while he slept. His lube was nearly gone; the tube was squashed and almost empty before he checked his computer. Mary had indeed sent an email. It must have come in as he was stroking his now almost raw cock. God damned, she fucked him; she must have let him spend the night. The message Mary sent was brief: Hi ...
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