1. Business Trip


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

    sweetie, enjoy, I certainly did. Love Mary. John stared at the picture of Mary. She was in bed. She was naked. Mary looked clearly just fucked naked. The photograph showed John’s wife lying on top of the bed sheets. Her thighs were spread. Cum was oozing out of her pussy. Her only apparent clothing was a pair of panties spread flat on her tummy. John used the last of his lube tube before going to work. WEDNESDAY NIGHT John made sure to get more lube before he read tonight’s email from home; he had a feeling he would need it. He avoided his room and his email as long as possible; they would just torment him. His hotel had a special happy hour for guests. John had a drink and mingled until he saw a tall lady who resembled Mary. His mind began racing with images from the prior night’s pictures. John left the happy hour festivities abruptly, went to the lobby lounge for a no stress drink, and then visited the hotel restaurant for dinner. By eight, John was back in his room with nothing to do but wait until ten. Two hours, he had two hours of torment ahead of him. John went to his emails. Mary wanted him to brood over them; she said that. He read each of them, the few words she wrote. He looked longer at each picture. Eyes closed, John remembered each conversation. He remembered how Mary kept cutting him short; she never did answer his questions. John realized he had no clue about who the black guy fucking his wife was. What is going on, he kept asking himself. John went back to ...
    the pictures. He looked at all of them; he studied each one in sequence. The Sunday night picture gave no hints, nothing unusual, just Mary at her vanity in that sexy nightgown. It was playful, John decided. Playful stopped beginning with the Monday pictures. Was Monday significant; maybe he is from her office? Could the black guy be someone she worked with? John looked once again. He could see Mary at her vanity; John could only see the unknown black man faintly in her mirror. Nothing was faint about the Tuesday pictures, except the way they made John feel. He looked at each photograph closely; he even focused on the background. He tried getting a clue from the vanity; was there a hidden message on that table? John didn't see any message Mary could be sending to him. The vanity was always just there. Lipsticks were open or capped, bottles and tubes looked to be moved about at random as from use. John didn't really see a pattern; there did not seem to be a hidden message. The only thing that seemed to stay put was Mary's birth control pill case. At ten, John realized it was email time. Sure enough, there was one from Mary; this one was longer than others she had sent: Hello my love, I hope you are having an exciting time in Detroit this week. I am making out okay without you, but I do miss having you here. I have been trying my best to get by without you and make do with these emails and our brief conversations each night. I can't wait until Friday afternoon. Until then, enjoy ...
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