"Four Can Play This Game" (inter.; bf/wm - Sex Stories

"Four Can Play This Game" (inter.; bf/wm

&#034I can't believe this shit&#034, Keisha says to herself as she drives the long and busy highway. &#034I've been with his ass since we were in high school and he decides to fuck around with his boss? It's all good, I got something for her white ass.&#034 Just a couple of hours ago, Keisha had had a final meeting with the private investigator whom she hired after feeling a little suspicious about her husband's infidelity. She and Stanley had been married for only 3 years. They married young, she 19 and he 20, when they found out that she was pregnant. Stanley got a job in a nearby Circle K store to support them but Keisha lost the baby just 2 months after the marriage began. Still, they stayed together and Stanley later got a pretty good job working in the mailroom of the local newspaper publication. Which, according to her private investigator, is where Stanley met his supervisor, Karen. The private investigator showed her enough documents and video to convince her of the infidelity by Stanley. Despite the fact that Keisha promised the PI that she would only take the matter up with a divorce lawyer and not confront Stanley or Karen about it, Keisha rushed home to get out of the pant suit that she was wearing and slip into some sweatpants and a sports shirt that basically covered only her breasts. Keisha was still every bit the tough girl who grew up in probably the toughest city housing project, despite her current middle class living. Keisha was determined to confront ...

... Karen and if it meant kicking her ass, so be it. Keisha kept mumbling to herself as she drove, &#034Nobody fucks my man and think she's getting over on me. I don't care if they fire Stan, her ass is mine.&#034 With the air conditioner to her car being broken and only warm air blowing through her opened car windows, that certainly didn't help her anger any more than usual. The 5 o'clock traffic and summer's heat made matters worst. &#0342390 Monteray Boulevard. Finally, I made it here. Okay bitch, I got a six pack of whuppazz for you.&#034, she said to herself as she parked her car and gathered up all of the videos and documents. She approached the house, though very angry, with caution. She didn't know what kind of woman this Karen was but she wasn't that scared to find out either. Keisha knocked on the door but there was no answer. She knocked once again and still no answer. Lastly, she rang the doorbell. That time, Keisha could hear some type of activity going on in the house but she couldn't tell exactly what was going on. Finally, a man opened the door. He was a tall, large, white guy who appearred to be in his 50's and wearing a bathrobe. &#034Can I help you with something?&#034, he asked. &#034Yes sir, is this where Karen Shanks live?&#034, Keisha asked. &#034Yes, but she's not here at this moment. I'm her husband, what can I do for you? &#034Well, I'm sorry to bother you. I needed to talk to Karen. It's really.........&#034, Keisha began saying then realized that showing ...