1. Your Cheatin' Heart


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

    two guys who reminded me of Mutt and Jeff. I waved and they returned it. Where they were parked they had a good view of both our front door and the Hammonds’ driveway. I felt better knowing that Jill would be safe. My drive to work usually takes between thirty and forty minutes depending on traffic, accidents, and plain old driver stupidity. I usually took the Northern Parkway west to the Meadowbrook. These roads were designed by a bigwig state planner named Robert Moses to transport people in cars to and from a bunch of state parks in the area. They were designed to be used by cars and only cars, but every now and then a trucker from out-of-state gets on these roads only to find that the bridges are too low for their trailers. I can’t tell you how many trailers I’ve seen with the tops sheared off and the goods spread across the road. When that happens my forty minute trip can become an hour longer. These are limited access roads; not as bad as an interstate, but still pretty bad. Today I wasn’t fifteen minutes away when my phone rang. Pete’s men called—Alex was at the door, knocking at first, and banging on the door and screaming a minute later. I ended the call and rang Jill. “Call the police now,” I told her when she answered. I stayed on the cell while she called on the land line. Pete’s men detained Alex when he tried to run from the cops. He was arrested for harassment, a misdemeanor for which he’d be released on own recognizance which basically meant no bail, but ...
    also gave me reason for a restraining order. Once I reached the Meadowbrook Parkway I made a u-turn and drove instead to the Suffolk County court buildings in Hauppauge. We lived in Suffolk County so the order had to come from one of their judges. If I got there early enough I could catch a judge to sign my order before courts opened for the day. Luckily, driving east as I was doing was much easier than driving west toward Nassau County and New York City. The court buildings are just a few miles beyond the end of the parkway and the parking lot was mostly empty at that hour—not even 8:30. I showed my photo I.D. along with my New York Bar card at security where I also asked if any judges were in yet. “Try Judge Cohen in Part 27 up on the second floor. He’s always here early.” I thanked them and walked briskly to the elevator. My knocks on the door were answered by a bailiff. Once again I identified myself even though I’d appeared in Judge Cohen’s court more than a dozen times. The bailiff had just told me to wait when I heard his honor calling to me. “Come on in, Rocco. I haven’t seen you in months. How are you?” “Fine, Your Honor, but I’m really here on business—personal business. I explained about Jill’s affair and how she had tried to end it, but how Hammond had refused. When I told him how he had tried to force his way into our house he asked for the papers I had completed over the weekend. He signed and sealed three copies—one for Mr. Hammond, one for the court, and one for ...
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