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

    that he’d do it if I even said a word to you. I was terrified so I let him. No shower could make me clean enough after he left. I didn’t want you after he had forced me, Tim. I felt filthy. I’m so sorry.” I wanted to hold my wife and comfort her, but I had more important work to do at the moment. I pulled Simon Alcott to his feet and, as I did, I kicked him in the balls not once, not even twice—I kicked him ten times, crushing his balls and causing him horrible pain. As bad as it was it couldn’t have been one-tenth—one-hundredth-- what I had felt over the past months. He was still in agony on the floor when I turned again to Jennie. “Why did you kiss him? I saw you at the door and in the living room.” She broke down completely. “He…he made me. He said…he said he wanted…to control me. He said he’d have you fired if I didn’t. I was terrified, Tim. I’ve been terrified for months. I hate him.” “Well, Simon…what do you have to say for yourself? Couldn’t you find your own woman? You had to have mine? Well?” “It wasn’t like that…honest! She came on to me. This was all her idea.” “No, it wasn’t! I swear, Tim. He forced me. That’s why I didn’t want you after he was here. I was riddled with guilt and I felt so dirty.” “She’s the one who started this with her flirting. She started it at the dinner and then she phoned me the following day to set up a date. We went to lunch and she said she wanted sex with me. That’s why I’m here.” I knew now who was lying. “Unless I’m mistaken it’s ...
    almost impossible to phone you directly. I know I’ve tried more than a dozen times, but I could never get through. Even our CEO couldn’t contact you. He told me he always had to leave a message so you could call him back. So, explain to me how my wife who doesn’t even know the name of your company could phone you. Hmmm? You’re a lying fucking scumbag.” I kicked him in the ribs to make my point. I left him lying on the floor as I rushed to console my wife. I’d never seen Jenny cry so hard, not even at her father’s funeral. She pushed her head to my chest as I held her closely. She cried for more than twenty minutes. I released her and walked to her rapist. “I wonder how this would play with the cops. From what I know you forced my wife to have sex with you more than twenty times. Of course, you’d probably use your wealth to pervert the system or your lawyers would make my wife look like a total slut.” I couldn’t believe that he actually smiled. “That’s why I’m going to take care of you myself.” “What do you mean?” “I’m going to give you a chance. Either you’ll tell me the truth or I’ll execute you myself. I’m just as smart as you are so I think I’ll be able to come up with a way to get away with it. How are your swimming skills? Wanna bet you’re not in my class? I’ll take you down to the beach and pull you into the water. You’ll be tied up and gagged, of course. It’s April—the beach is deserted and the water’s cold. I have a wet suit. You don’t. I could use my fins to take you ...
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