1. Wife Writing: Dripping Wet


    Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Buz, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    On her hands and knees, the sinewy muscles of her naked back jerked with each thrust I pushed into her. I had her long black hair pulled back, tightly gripped into a wad in my hand. I yanked it harder, pulling her face up so I could see the expressions on her face in the large wall mirror at the head of the bed. “Oh god, fuck me!” She screamed and moaned as sweat ran down her face and dripped off her chin. The steamy humidity sent sweat dripping down my own face, onto my chest then onto her. A puddle had formed on her skin, accentuating the large tramp stamp on her lower back. Yanking her hair even tighter, I slapped her ass hard with my other hand. The loud smack echoed around the room amidst her moans and my own grunts. “Fuck me!” Her voice cracked as her sloppy cunt dripped its sticky nectar down my balls. “Fuck me hard, goddamn you!” Furiously, I shoved my throbbing, erect cock into her harder and faster. “I’m gonna fuck you like the damn slutty whore you are.” Earlier that day… “I’m pretty sure we’ve gotten all of them.” The crusty old man slid a shoe box full of compact disks and flash drives across his desk to me. Gray haired and wearing a rumpled, dark gray suit and wide, out of style, paisley tie, he mysteriously exuded a dangerous kind of authority. He was someone who knew all the dirty tricks and how to make things happen. The man leaned back in the chair behind his ancient dark cherry desk and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his suit jacket. Wheezing when he ...
    coughed, he leaned forward, offering the pack with a cigarette poking out. “Do you smoke?” “Oh, no sir, but thanks.” “You don’t mind if I do, do ya?” “It’s your office, Mr. Harrison, by all means do as you please.” Pulling a very expensive, embossed silver lighter out of his desk drawer, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. “All of the men have signed an affidavit swearing they have no more videos or pictures of your wife. My grandson has scoured the internet and he did delete just a few pictures from one of those ‘girlfriend’ sites, but he can’t find anything else. He’s damn good at that. I haven’t seen anyone better. You know, he just loves all that computer shit.” I exhaled deeply, almost whistling as I glanced down at the shoe box. “I feel that you’ve been very thorough. And dammit, I’m going to keep you on a retainer just in case.” “That’s a wise decision. I’ve been a goddammed private investigator for over forty years and experience has proven there’s always a fuckin’ chance that there is just one more hidden thing out there somewhere.” He leaned forward, raising an eyebrow and looked me in the eye. “I can say that all these guys absolutely know they’d be the target of an aggressive lawsuit should anything be tied to them. We let ‘em know that in no uncertain terms. They signed off and understand their liability.” Mr. Harrison leaned back and grunted as he cleared his throat. “Your wife is damn lucky, with her being a minor celebrity and all. It’s really ...
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