I Found My Wife's Black Dildo Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

I Found My Wife's Black Dildo Pt. 04

... enjoy at least one last sex-filled interracial fling with our hung contractor at the expense of our family.

I wondered if she'd be able to give it up when his work was done.

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Monday was like an eternity.

I hadn't slept well, constantly waking to the thoughts of the image I'd received from Robert.

To make matters worse, my schedule was crammed from the moment I landed in Southern California until I made it back to my hotel later that night. I knew I wouldn't have an opportunity to watch the spy cam video for hours.

My boss, Jerry Walsh, was waiting for me at the gate when my flight touched down at LAX. Jerry is our VP of Sales working out of HQ in Seattle--he had arrived twenty minutes before me. It's not uncommon for him to make appearances during customer implementations, especially on deals the size of my recent wins.

I like Jerry a lot and always look forward to seeing him.But why did he have to come this week?

"Great work on both deals Jack! President's Club is calling your name! Allie is going to love Aruba, hopefully she thanks you every day and night in that tropical paradise!" He said with a leering grin and a wink.

Jerry could be crude at times, but aside from being a dirty old man, he always took great care of his people, especially me.

"Thanks Jer. Yes, she and I have already talked about it. February can't get here soon enough!"

"Haha...I love it! But in the short term, you and I are going to have our own celebration after ...

... the session today. I scouted out a new steakhouse in Santa Monica with one of the best wine lists I've seen in a while!"

I knew what that meant. Jerry loved his red wineand his whiskey. We would be undoubtedly drinking a lot of both before the night was over.

After collecting our bags, Jerry and I were sitting in the back of our Uber on our way to my customer's office. He was on his phone. I glanced down at my watch--it read 8:45 a.m.

Allie is likely just getting back to the house after dropping off the kids...

The day crawled along. I knew the recorded video images were only a phone click away, but I wasn't in a time or place to view them. I resolved myself to the fact it would be much later in the night before I would finally see what my mind had imagined so many times over the past couple of months.

At 5 p.m. when the meetings concluded, Jerry and I took another rideshare to Santa Monica. After two cocktails each at the bar, during dinner we polished off two more bottles of vintage cabernet while enjoying one of the best meals I'd had in a long time. Yet, despite the delectable cuisine, the alcohol was the only thing keeping me from going crazy not being back in my hotel room.

We rolled out of the restaurant at 8:30 p.m. As we waited for the Uber to arrive, I said to my boss, "Thanks for a great night Jer, you sure know how to take care of your people!"

"Shit Jack, the night is young. The fun has just begun!"

"Jerry, in case you forgot, I have to ...