1. MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 1


    Date: 9/15/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blackmail, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 90.7, Source: sexstories.com

    with Jennie, apologizing of my dark mood of last night. She kissed me good-bye with a smile and waved as I drove away. I smiled, too, knowing that I’d be back even sooner than she thought. I worked through the morning, leaving at noon as arranged to go not to the doctor, but to Starbucks where I could use their free wi-fi. I waited until I saw the man ring our bell and Jennie receive him with her usual kiss. I thought again that I recognized him, but where? My laptop went to the car’s adjacent seat as I drove swiftly away. He had parked as I hoped with his car—a BMW 700 Series sedan-- in the driveway, the front bumper almost up to the garage door. I pulled in behind him, my front bumper nudging his rear. He couldn’t remove his car until I removed mine unless he was willing to destroy it which would justify my calling the cops. I noted his license plate although I doubted I’d need it now. Leaning against my front fender I opened the laptop and connected to the house’s network. I pulled up the video of them in the living room first. The series of pictures was clear as Jennie moved into a long embrace, but surprisingly, she was not smiling. She appeared reluctant, even as he led her up the stairs to the bedroom. I would have thought she would have led him—how interesting! Walking quietly I slipped through the side door into the garage for my softball bat. I hadn’t played in a few years, but I thought it might come in handy now. From the garage I silently unlocked the door to ...
    the mud room and advanced to the bottom of the stairs undetected. I could hear scuffling upstairs and Jennie saying, “No…please not again…please.” I’d heard enough. I practically leaped up the stairs and rushed into our bedroom. I grabbed the man’s hair and pulled him off my wife before he could penetrate her. I rammed the end of the bat into his gut and I would have taken it to his head had Jennie’s pleas not stopped me. “Tim! Don’t…he’ll have you fired!” I looked at her in disbelief. Then it all fell together. I finally recognized my wife’s “lover.” He was Simon Alcott, a multi-millionaire client we’d met at a company dinner almost four months ago. He had seemed taken with Jennie that night, but I had dismissed his attentions as simply being enthusiastically polite. Apparently, his attentions were more serious than I had thought. I moved to the floor to kneel on his neck. I could have strangled him, but I didn’t. He was older and weaker than I was and I had almost a gallon of adrenalin racing through my arteries. “Tell me about it, Jennie. Tell me everything.” She cried and gasped as the story began. “I was home here almost three months ago when he came to the door. I didn’t think anything about it because we had met him at your annual dinner. He seemed to be polite, but when he reached the living room he turned and pushed me down. He told me that he had invested millions with your firm and if I didn’t cooperate he’d make up some story about you to have you fired. He told me ...
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