1. Your Cheatin' Heart


    Date: 10/13/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    “Sorry for bothering you on the weekend, but I’m going to need some help Monday morning.” “How’d your discussion go?” “Let me put it this way—she kept me up most of the night. It was great and I’ve mostly forgiven her, but her asshole refuses to take no for an answer. Can you have somebody here first thing Monday morning in case he tries to come over after I leave for work?” “Yeah, I’ll use the same two I’ve used all along—a Mutt and Jeff team. The big guy is intimidating, but the little guy is dangerous.” We spoke for a while to firm up the arrangements then I called the mob. When people think of organized crime they think of people named Angelo or Vincente or Salvador or Mario. I phoned someone much more dangerous than anyone I’ve ever known by those names—a Jew named Seymour Finkel. I spent five minutes on hold before he came to the phone. He knew his phone was tapped, probably by the FBI, so his words were measured as were mine. “Morning, Counselor.” “Morning, Mr. Finkel; I need to see you in regard to that legal matter we discussed.” “Oh?” “Yes, it’s essential that we meet to review this. How’s Monday for you? I can order in lunch from Ben’s if you like.” “Sounds good—brisket on rye with mustard; get some of their coleslaw and pickles, too. Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda would be good. What time?” “Any time after twelve would work.” “See you at one.” All of our phone conversations were like this. We both knew there was no pressing legal matter to discuss, but he knew I wanted to ...
    see him about something I thought was important. He owed me. He’d be there on time to pay me back. His nephew thought he was the second coming of the godfather even though Seymour had wisely moved the organization into legitimate enterprises. Unfortunately, his nephew had apparently failed to see the light. He had beaten a store owner who had balked at paying protection, a scheme that had gone out of vogue decades ago due to pressures from the FBI and state police. Next thing he knew—Surprise! He was arrested and placed into the County Jail. Rather than bail him out I convinced Seymour to let him stew for a week. In the meantime I had approached the store owner with a financial settlement. When he lost interest in the case and refused to testify the district attorney was stymied. Seymour had paid $250,000 and promised the man would never see his nephew again. Even the nephew knew better than to cross his uncle. All told I had spent roughly eight hours solving the problem, but charging Seymour nothing for my time. Sometimes a favor was worth much more than mere money. There were more unanswered texts on Saturday and through Sunday, too. I could tell that Jill was afraid. I addressed the issue with her that evening as we prepared for bed—for another bout of fantastic sex. “Just trust me, Jill. I won’t allow you to be harmed.” “But what will happen once you go to work? I’ll be here all by myself. Oh, I wish I’d never allowed myself to get involved with that man.” “I wouldn’t be ...
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