1. Your Cheatin' Heart


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

    whenever. I’m not going anywhere.” Returning to my work, I planned on leaving at noon in anticipation of grabbing a bite to eat at the Marriott’s fine restaurant. I had just driven into the Marriott’s lot when I saw Jill’s car. It’s hard to miss. She drives a new BMW 740 Li sedan with a special custom paint job. She just loved the old Jaguar XKE in what I would call lilac, but the company called Heather. Jaguar did the special paint job for $16,000. I thought it was money well spent at the time—a special gift for my special girl. Parking near her car I hustled into the restaurant hoping to catch her so we could spend a few minutes together before my meeting. I know exactly what you’re thinking and you’re absolutely right—she wasn’t anywhere to be found—although, at the time I was firmly convinced of her fidelity. I wandered all through the restaurant and lobby, even asking at the front desk if they’d seen her. Jill tends to stand out. She’s tall at five-foot ten and slender with an athletic body and the firmest ass I’d ever encountered. Her jet black hair hung straight to her shoulders. I knew she’d be dressed appropriately for a high-end hotel in one of her designer outfits. Jill was thirty to my forty-two. Lest you think I’m some slouch, I’m six-foot three and weigh 190 pounds, mostly muscle from many workouts at the gym. My full head of curly black hair is gray only at my temples. Jill has often told me it makes me look “distinguished.” I have brown eyes to Jill’s ...
    iridescent green. I’m clean shaven with short sideburns. Some people think I’m good looking, but I think I’m just “okay” unlike Jill who is drop dead gorgeous with a body to match. Like my wife, I’m always extremely well dressed. Today I’m wearing a $5,000 charcoal gray worsted wool suit from my personal tailor in Hong Kong and $2,000 tasseled black loafers to match my light gray silk shirt and mostly cranberry paisley tie. By now, not having found my loving wife, I started to put two and two together and I didn’t like the answer I was seeing. I retreated to my car and moved it away from Jill’s. Fortunately, my Mercedes SL-400 Cabriolet is sleek and low, easily hidden behind an SUV or a panel truck. I moved about eight slots away and an aisle farther from the building where I could barely see Jill’s car, but my Canon DSLR and zoom lens could bring the driver’s side of her sedan up close. I always keep a camera in my car and a compact in my briefcase to photograph my clients when they are taken into custody and sometimes after if I think they’ve been assaulted by some over eager cops or jailers. Using my cell phone I called Bernard to tell him I’d be late—something important had come up—but I’d definitely get to him later this afternoon. Thinking that I might have a long wait I removed my jacket and laid it in the back then I opened my collar and took off my tie. My seat reclined and I hid my face under a baseball cap. It was almost two hours later that Jill finally appeared. Her ...
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