1. Private Dick, Chapter 1


    Date: 3/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Reluctance, Wife, Author: asscheeks, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    took over my thoughts, she faded into the background. Monday morning came around bringing her back into my thoughts. I began to work on her case as soon as I got to the office that morning. I started my investigation simply by looking up hubby's name - Paul Allen Reynolds - on the Internet. My search showed there were two people by that name here in New York City. Okay, how about a Paul Allen Reynolds married to a Beverly Reynolds. Ahh, there you go. It seemed as if Mr. Paul Allen Reynolds was a well-regarded plastic surgeon with an office in Manhattan. I could see the dollar signs forming in front of my eyes already. He had been practicing in the area for almost 10 years. That's good, it meant he had established a client base and a name in this town and wouldn't be as willing to just pick up and disappear at the first sign of trouble. What else could I find out easily... Mr. Reynolds had no criminal background and his driving record seemed pretty clean, too. One of those "fine upstanding citizens" they were always talking about, apparently. Only this citizen seemed to have a skeleton or two in the closet. But I couldn't do much more without some more info from the jilted wife, my beautiful client. So after opening a file on my computer for the case, I jotted down all the info I had found so far and began to work on other cases I had going at the time. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I closed one of my older cases which always made me feel good, then went home for ...
    the night. The next morning, as I was opening up the office and getting the computer fired up for the day, the regular office phone rang. "Kirkman Investigative Services," I answered. "Hello, it's Beverly Reynolds. I'm calling from the library down the street from my home. I have the information you asked for. Is there someplace we can meet?" "Oh hello, Beverly. Sure, do you know the little Thai restaurant on the corner of 8th and 42nd Street in Brooklyn?" "No, but I'm sure I can find it." "Ok, well when you get there, go in and ask for the owner, Lin Tao. He speaks English so tell him you are there to meet me. He'll know what to do from there," I told her. "Um...ok. I will take me about 45 minutes to get there," she said, a bit unsure about this meeting. "That's fine. I'll be waiting," I said. I had this little room above the Thai restaurant that I used for surreptitious meetings. I had helped the restaurant owner, Lin Tao, with an investigation into some workers he had that were skimming off his profits. He couldn't really afford my fees afterwards so as payment, he let me use the room whenever I needed it. I was waiting up there for Beverly to arrive. It was about an hour later when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and greeted my client. "Hello, Mrs. Reynolds." "Please Peter, call me Beverly. Mrs. Reynolds makes me sound old and I may not be Mrs. Reynolds much longer." "Fair enough. Did you have any troubles getting here?" "No, I drove here as soon as I hung ...
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