Boomerag Serena and Norton Part 4 - Sex Stories

Boomerag Serena and Norton Part 4

The special delivery package had only a padded envelope containing a DVD. It had no label but the protective case was marked, "For the Personal and Private Collection of Brad T." Three shots of Canadian whiskey had not calmed his nerves and the tension of a day of grueling meetings had not subsided as Brad sat nervously in front of his big screen, contemplating. Brad could not even remember what transpired in those meetings. He was lost or unfocused most of the time. Brad picked up the remote and stared at the blank screen and tried to mentally prepare for what was on the disc. He had no idea, so he took a deep breath and pushed the play button. The first image was his wife, or rather his estranged and soon to be ex-wife, Serena. She was in the center of a round bed, leaning back on a pile of pillows. Serena wore deep purple see-thru negligee and she looked far more seductive than Brad remembered. "Where had she been hiding this side of her?" Brad tried to recall a time when he had seen her in this seductive mode. “Good evening, Brad. Or would you prefer to be called 'Boomerang'?” Serena’s soft, mellow and now very sexy voice jarred him like a slap in the face. “How’s every little thing?” A heavy emphasis on the word “little” caused Brad to hit the pause button and say, “Fuck!” ***** Earlier that morning, Brad was enjoying his selfish little world and was smiling as he drove his Lexus into the executive parking lot. It all began to change when he turned to enter his ...

... reserved space and it was blocked. Someone had taken his spot. His name was clearly printed on the reserved parking sign. Brad said aloud, “What the fuck?” The interloper sat in a silvery pink Jaguar that sported the vanity license plate, “PHU QUE”. The Jag was idling and the woman in the driver’s seat looked straight ahead. Brad flew out of his Lexus. He was going to tell this bitch to move that fancy piece of shit or he would have it towed. As he approached the driver’s window, an automatic recording played, “Warning! Stay back from the vehicle! It is protected by a high voltage system!” Brad thought this was a ruse until a spark resembling a mini lightning bolt shot from just below the driver’s door and connected with the asphalt in a buzz that lasted about one second. Brad stayed back but, looked at the driver and yelled, “Who the hell are you?” Then, he instantly recognized the driver as his estranged wife, Serena. Brad was unprepared to see her here, or anywhere, at this hour in the morning. She turned slightly and gave Brad a wry smile and he noticed her low cut lavender dress but, it did not dissuade him. “I’ll call the cops and have your ass arrested! You are trespassing, you know!” She said nothing and the car backed out of Brad's spot and drove toward the exit. He grabbed his briefcase and headed for the entrance and said to himself, “Who does that bitch think she is? What the fuck was she doing here?” Brad had not made it fifty feet into the lobby and he was almost past ...