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White Wife with Big Black Cock: When the doorbell rang, I thought Fed Ex, because I was expecting a package from mom. I was surprised to see Phil Stanley was when I opened the door.
"In Phil. What are you doing this morning?"
He smiled, but he did not smile back. He looked very serious.
"We need to talk about sand. Can I come in?"
I opened the door wide and let him into the room. It looks like the bearer of bad news, I thought. What is all this? Don sat on the chair and I sat on the couch.
Phil and his wife Linda were our friends for many years. Both are approximately thirty, age Don and me. Linda was a CPA and always did our taxes. My husband was working on an investment that often Linda auditing firm has advised its customers. Don and Phil together playing golf at the Country Club of Atlanta and often socialized with them.
"I have news of great concern," said Phil. "I do not know how to tell you."
"Huh?" I asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"It's complicated. I confirmed this morning when I assumed the final report from a private investigator."
"Private investigators?" I asked. I wondered what it was?
"I ... do not know how to say this," he said, stammering.
What was that? I look forward to his unwillingness to say.
"Say only on the outside," I said.
He looked down at the floor, then me and made eye contact. It was like picking something very bad to say.
"Her husband is fucking my wife!"
A shiver through my body and I gasped. Somehow she'd fuck Don Linda. Oh my God! We have been friends for years!
"I do not think," I cried. "Who the hell told you that fat lie?"
He has not answered my question. He leaves only his coat pocket and pulled out a manila envelope containing a number of single-spaced typewritten pages with text and clear image. He gave the picture.
I looked at the picture and my heart almost stopped. Don Linda was in bed resting his weight on his arms outstretched. His feet and legs spread in the air. Both were naked. My husband was fucking his wife! I held between thumb and forefinger at him.
"It was taken from a video," he said. "I love, but this is the best show on both sides. I have a list of times and places, most of the motels in the city, taking pictures of them in the motel room together. My research paid employee Motel him to place a motion camera, then assign them to the room with the camera when we arrived. It was not cheap! "
"How long has this been going on?" I asked quietly. I was shocked by this news.
"I do not know," he said. "I got suspicious when he could not reach Linda different nights and had a few phone calls hanging on some strange behavior on his part and I hired a researcher per month. They do it in the motel about two times a week. They run motel and my investigators put a camera on the one hand, waiting for use. "
I sat there stunned.
"In Phil. What are you doing this morning?"
He smiled, but he did not smile back. He looked very serious.
"We need to talk about sand. Can I come in?"
I opened the door wide and let him into the room. It looks like the bearer of bad news, I thought. What is all this? Don sat on the chair and I sat on the couch.
Phil and his wife Linda were our friends for many years. Both are approximately thirty, age Don and me. Linda was a CPA and always did our taxes. My husband was working on an investment that often Linda auditing firm has advised its customers. Don and Phil together playing golf at the Country Club of Atlanta and often socialized with them.
"I have news of great concern," said Phil. "I do not know how to tell you."
"Huh?" I asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"It's complicated. I confirmed this morning when I assumed the final report from a private investigator."
"Private investigators?" I asked. I wondered what it was?
"I ... do not know how to say this," he said, stammering.
What was that? I look forward to his unwillingness to say.
"Say only on the outside," I said.
He looked down at the floor, then me and made eye contact. It was like picking something very bad to say.
"Her husband is fucking my wife!"
A shiver through my body and I gasped. Somehow she'd fuck Don Linda. Oh my God! We have been friends for years!
"I do not think," I cried. "Who the hell told you that fat lie?"
He has not answered my question. He leaves only his coat pocket and pulled out a manila envelope containing a number of single-spaced typewritten pages with text and clear image. He gave the picture.
I looked at the picture and my heart almost stopped. Don Linda was in bed resting his weight on his arms outstretched. His feet and legs spread in the air. Both were naked. My husband was fucking his wife! I held between thumb and forefinger at him.
"It was taken from a video," he said. "I love, but this is the best show on both sides. I have a list of times and places, most of the motels in the city, taking pictures of them in the motel room together. My research paid employee Motel him to place a motion camera, then assign them to the room with the camera when we arrived. It was not cheap! "
"How long has this been going on?" I asked quietly. I was shocked by this news.
"I do not know," he said. "I got suspicious when he could not reach Linda different nights and had a few phone calls hanging on some strange behavior on his part and I hired a researcher per month. They do it in the motel about two times a week. They run motel and my investigators put a camera on the one hand, waiting for use. "
I sat there stunned.
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