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The Answer

... emerged from the car, I recognized him from the video. It was Henry. After briefly talking with the van driver, he headed for the front door. Henry was dressed in a fashionable blue-grey overcoat. “Hun, he's here!” I shouted up to Lexi. “Talk to him. I'll be down in ten,” she shouted back. There was a light rapping on the door. I looked at my watch. He was thirty minutes early. I unlatched the door and opened it. Standing in front of me was the man that screwed my wife just two nights before. We paused, each evaluating the other. “Hi, I'm Henry, …but I guess you know that,” he said, extending his right hand. I was amazed that he was shorter than me, at around five-ten, in his boots. He seemed so much taller in the video, compared to Lexi. “I'm Alan, and I'd guess you know that too. You're a bit early. Lexi is upstairs, getting ready. Come on in out of the rain. Can I get you something to drink?” I firmly shook his hand. “Sure, I'll take a glass of water, if you don't mind. I'm here a bit early, so we can iron out the details before the fun begins.” He pulled up a chair at the dining table. I handed him the water, thinking how weird this was, talking to a stranger about him fucking my wife. I knew he could feel my tension, but I tried my best to conceal it. I was thinking about how to maintain my composure and appear calm, but my guts were churning like a washing machine. “First of all, here is the edited video - just as she requested, and the cash.” He opened the briefcase ...

... and pushed an envelope toward me. “I have to be honest, I never could understand the mind of a Cucky,” he said, looking at me in the eyes. “That's because I'm no Cuck,” I stated, emphatically. “Oh, but you are! When you sent your wife out for me to fuck, you fully earned that title.” “Screw you!” I replied, with a glare. “Calm down! Lexi told me this was your fantasy too. I’d bet you're hard right now, just thinking about it.” I glared at him, saying nothing, mad at myself, as I felt my cock stiffen. “So, what are you boys talking about?” Lexi asked, coming down the stairs, dressed in tight shorts and a sexy, purple v-neck blouse that revealed ample cleavage. “We're just talking about how lovely you look,” Henry replied, and stood to greet her. “Is that right, Alan?” “Sure, that's exactly what we were discussing,” I lied. “Henry brought the payment.” I pushed the manila envelope toward her. Lexi grinned, as she walked toward the table and paused to kiss Henry. It was more than just a peck on the lips, as they lingered. Then, Lexi tore the folder open and pulled out stacks of hundreds, and what appeared to be a contract. “There is eight grand here. I only asked for three.” "The three you asked for, and tonight's in advance. Plus, the standard release forms. And... Just so you know… I was prepared to go higher,” he laughed. Lexi carefully read over the contract in detail. “I think you'll find this in order. Do you need a pen?” Silently, she carefully signed each page, and then ...