I Need to Know, or Do I?

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Of course I heard all the cliches when I took her for my bride; “Trophy Wife.”, “Robbing the Cradle”, “Gold Digger”. I didn’t mind. I was truly in love this time.

Lou Edwards, highly successful businessman. I just turned 59, married for the third time. They do say third times a charm. For as well as I have done in business I have been equally unsuccessfull in relationships. My first wife cheated on me. This was when we were young and unestablished. I managed to keep my small business while leaving her our modest house and furnishings.

Well that business flourished in the years to come and expanded into three other companies, but that’s neither here nor there. Needless to say I’m very well off and need for nothing. Except love that is. My first wife Ellen, tore a hole in my heart that hasn’t completely mended to this day.

My second wife, though pure and devoted, passed away from stomach cancer. After grieving for a time I found the “lust” of my life in my new wife. Trouble is I know, well I’m pretty sure she is cheating on me. Is it her personnel trainer, whom I am paying a small fortune for her to see on a regular basis? Or maybe that doctor friend of hers. Or the Ex she always seems to be bringing up? Could it be more than one?

What I really don’t understand is why I get aroused every time I think about it. My stomach churns like it did when I was 25 and my first wife cheated on me. Only instead of wanting to throw up as I did 34 years ago, I now find myself running off to the bathroom and relieving my straining penis like a teenager.

I don’t have the stamina I had when I was younger and I sometimes think I can’t satisfy my new bride as I should. I can’t meet her needs as I should. Maybe it’s that I am on the low side of avreage in size. Just a hair or two over 5”. With a girth that does leave something to be desired. I have read that the ladies prefer that to length which doesn’t help my cause any.

I find myself fantasizing about her with another man. Someone that can meet her needs and desires better than I can. Hell, I have even been scouring the internet for stories and videos on the subject. The humiliation of the whole thing just seems to push all the right buttons in my libido. What’s wrong with me?
 
- you decide to follow her around discreetly to see where she is spending her time, you notice she seems to be friendly with the new neighbor-

I moved in about 4 months ago (around the time your suspicions started), mid 40's and in good shape for my age, tall and salt and pepper hair. You've noticed your wife and I talking across the yards several times, you wonder about how close she stands to me when we talk and she seems to smile or laff and look about to see if anyone is watching.
The next time you are out and see me, you stop and say hello, I introduce myself as Jim and we chat politely for a short minute, you come away from our quick conversation taken back by my confidence as I talk to you even though you think there is a good chance I'm doing your wife.
 
There she is talking to that damned neighbor again. He's always trying to bend things his own way. Time to mow your lawn, don't leave your garbage cans out so long, weed your garden. And the asshole always tells these things to my wife. He definitely needs to ready about manners, rules and etiquette. (Getting Started: Rules and Guide lines) I don't need someone dictating my life to me.

*I introduce myself as Jim*
"Hello Jim, I'd like to say it's a pleasure to meet you."

Returning to inside I can't help but feel how cocky he seemed to be. Even in such a short conversation. Real ass in my book.
 
What's wrong with me? My wife goes out on "Girl's Night", far too often it seems. I sit home alone wondering what she is really doing. I spend far too much time on my computer looking at cheating wife stories. No wonder I can't satisfy her when she returns home.

As I read the stories on Literotica in the "Loving Wife" section while she is out, I find once again that my left hand is stained with my ejaculation. I sigh, clean myself up and head to bed alone one more night.
 
She stumbles into the bedroom failing to not wake you. She drops her dress and bra as she moves awkwardly towards the bathroom. You hear the shower come on as you lay in the dark brooding.
In the shower she washes herself from her pedicured tiny feet up her perfect hairless body over her 34c chest. Her shoulder length blonde hair is not longer teased out for her night with "the girls" and is wet on her head. She washes her face and then turns off the water glad to have the evidence of the night spiraling down the drain.
She reaches out for a thick plush towel and wraps herself in it as she looks into the mirror. She is not proud of marrying for money but what the hell? You only live once and he doesn't really seem to care. She combs out her hair and hangs the towel before admiiring herself in the mirror.
"no wonder they all want me" she sighs cupping her breasts in a teasing manner. Her head spins slightly, still drunk from the shots are the bar. She takes the short silk robe off the door and wraps her young tight body in it and turns off the light before opening the door in hopes of not waking the old man.
"Even drunk and horny I don't want that" she sighs and pushes the door open.
 
Startled out of my deep sleep as I hear the furniture shift as you enter our bedroom. Not wanting you to know I'm awake as having pleasured myself just a couple hours ago I know I wouldn't be up to the task were you to be in one of your rare moods of wanting me sexually.

I feign sleep with my eyes half open and upon you as your dress drops to the floor followed by your bra revealing the lovely orbs I so admire and long to ravish. Saddened only that your skimpy panties didn't follow them to the floor.

I listen to you shower and strain to see you through the small crack you have left in the door. My cock grows semi-hard at your naked wet form. I want to join you but know I would not be up for the task. That damned internet habit I chastise myself. As I see your hands cup the breasts that I cherish I feel my cock twitch and leak, but become no firmer.

I close my eyes and pretend sleep as you enter in your short robe. Knowing you would be thrilled if I would take you here and now. Knowing I am not the man for the task. My mind again wonders to One who would be able to satisfy you. My sleep restless the rest of this night.
 
The sun woke her as she realized she was neither under the sheets nor covered by her robe. Her head bonged from a hangover as she crawled out of the light. She found a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt and went out. She expected her husband to be gone already, not sure what time it was. She walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge in hopes of some relief for this hang over.
 
Awaking early as is my norm, no alarm needed as my internal clock and my responsibility to my work has always been impeccable. We both tossed and turned a lot in our slumber last night. Well in our attempt at slumber for me. Waking every hour or so as she (name please) rolled over in her deep sleep.

Lighting the room only with my wardrobe closet light so as not to wake her I stare and admire her naked form splayed upon the bed sheets. Only her shoulders covered by the robe that she attempted to wear to bed.

Again my penis stirs in my pants as I wish I could crawl back into bed with her and satisfy her every sexual desire. Looking at my watch I scurry from my daze and head into the bathroom to finish my hair and shave.

Seeing her discarded panties on the floor from last night I can't help but pick them up and inspect them. What little fabric there is appears to be stained in a slightly yellowy, crusty mix.
I find myself drawing them to my face and inhaling deeply. I recognize the sweet scent of the woman I adore but yet another I can't place along with it.

My watch beeps out it's warning of the time and I am brought back to reality. The owner and CEO of 5 small business' and I still will not allow myself to be late to work.

I bend and place a soft kiss on her bare bottom, not even causing her to stir.

Making my way to the kitchen I retrieve my daily apple for breakfast. I leave a post-it note on the fridge "So sorry I couldn't stay up for you last night dear. Maybe tonight we can have some quality alone time just the two of us. Lou."
 
"Oh Nikki, we went too far last night" she sighs as she stumbles into the beautiful kitchen filled with warm sunny light. The exact opposite of what she wanted after last night.
"Quality alone time huh? That would be something" Nikki sighs. "Any time your ready babe" she says as she pulls on her sunglasses. Going to the fridge she pulls out a big bottle of orange juice. She gets a glass down and pours the juice. She lifts the glass and gulps it down trying to quench her horrible dry mouth.
She puts the glass down and walks out to the pool with her robe barely covering herself. She sits in a lounge chair and drinks the orange jucie as the sun rises over the neighbors house.
Nikki starts to feel better as the juice hits her veins. "I wonder if he is home?" she says out loud looking across the yard. "God I am bad" she laughs to herself. Laying in the sun in her condition she falls back asleep in her untied robe.
 
My mind on work, I diligently get everything done that needs be done. I again recall her coming home last night. My inability to "rise to the task" so to say bays on my mind. I click on my computer and call up the home security system.

Starting in the bathroom and then our bedroom hoping to catch a glance of her naked again. She is not there. I roam from room to room looking for her. I click the garage and see her car in place so I know she is home. It's good to be rich I think as I play with my state of the art surveillance toy. Finally landing on the back yard I see you lounging in a chair with a robe on that barely covers your ample breasts.

Zooming in on you I can see your left nipple just peaking out into the sun and I find my hand down the front of my pants once more. You seem to be staring at that asshole neighbors house, Jim he said his name was. Always seems to be at the right place at the wrong time.

I laugh to myself as I watch my beautiful barley clad with relax by the pool. My hand stokes my half erect penis as I pick up my phone and speed dial you. I get your message center:

"Nikki, how are you feeling this morning? I didn't even hear you get home last night. Hope you had a fun night with your friends. What all did you do? Where did you go? Who did you see? Hope you saw my note, hoping to get in a little luvin tonight if you know what I mean? Well call me when you can. Love you."

Hanging up I watch as you ignore the ringtone. Feeling I may have been too invasive with all my questions. I know she's not a "morning" person and just needs time to awaken and settle I tell myself. Just wish she wouldn't go outside half naked when that neighbor keeps such odd hours.
 
"Fucking Lou" Nikki groans as she drags herself off the chair and walks back towards the house listening to the voice mail. "little luvin" she mimics him, "we will see about that, last time it was over before I could even get wet" she continues to herself.

"Now what should I do until I need to perfom my wifely duties?" she thinks as she walks up to the bedroom. "I better call the money man back."

"Shit voice mail" she says having slippped out of her robe and laying on the bed.

"Hey baby it's Nikki, I got your call and I am all wet about tonight. *breathing* I can't wait for you to get home and give me some of that *breathing* luvin" she says the hangs us. She drops the phone and looks up into the ceiling thoughtfully. Then she picks up her phone and presses a few buttons and holds it out in front of her like a selfie.

"Hey baby" she says making the video call. From the phone comes a strange male voice "Hi Nikki, you are looking... undressed, did not get enough last night?" She holds the phone panning down her perfect body only speaking as the camera comes back up to her face. She licks her lips and says "I was hoping we could continue out interaction?"
"Oh baby you know I would love to come over there and bang that fine body until the old man comes home but I have a ton of work."
"Well fuck you very much!" she says and drops the phone.
"grrrr" she growls frustrated with her situation.
 
Damn, missed call from Nikki, I swear I'm going to start canceling all my meetings. Too anal about work I know as she does that I would never miss a one. I instantly pick up my phone to listen.

"Great!" I think to myself. My beautiful bride is as horny as I am. Again I find my hand down my pants as I listen and re-listen to her sexy voice. "I can hear her heavy lustful breathing." She needs a good hard fucking tonight that's for sure. My 5" now rock hard in my hand as I gently stroke at it.

Should I go jack off so I can last a little longer for her tonight or save it up and risk cumming too quickly? I click my computer back to the scene of the backyard sad to not see her still there in her skimpy robe. I run through the different cameras hoping to find her. Kitchen, living room, hallway, master bedroom. Bingo!

Just as she is dropping her phone down from above her I take in her now naked body on the sheets. Was she taking a selfie of herself naked? A special treat for me? I smile to myself.
Or was she talking with someone? I sigh that the audio and rewind features are only available on my master computer at home. I mark the time and reserve to look tonight at her antics.

Not realizing how much her naked form and my questions have me on edge I cum in my pants. "DAMN" guess my prior question has been answered. I go to my private bathroom to clean myself up and change into the spare suit pants I always keep in my office.

Sending a quick text to Nikki: "Hey babe, You've got my all hot and horny in anticipation. Can hardly wait for the end of the workday. Why don't you send me a little preview to keep my motor running? Love you, Lou
 
Nikki receives the text stil naked on her bed.
"A little tease huh?" she smiles feeling better having started the blood flowing through her body. She rolls over and opens her nightstand takes our her vibe. She swipes a few times on her phone and starts to talk into it.
"Hey baby can't wait for you to come home all hard and wanting me so bad" she coos into the phone. "I don't think I can wait" she continues as she brings the five inch plastic bullet shaped white vibrator up to her cheek. She pouts into the phone and says "I can't wait to taste that big dick" she says as she wipes her lips with the tip of the vibe.
"Oh god honey I am so horny" she whines then takes half of the vibe into her mouth. Her gorgeous face hollows it's cheeks as she sucks on the shaft. She playfully pulls it out and back in then lashes it with her tongue.
She holds the camera further out and lowers the vibe to her open thighs.
"Oh baby I am so wet for it" she moans licking her lips. The puts the phone down and twists the base of the vibe as a low hum begins. She takes the phone back and begins rubbing the vibe against the shave mound.
"I wish you were here to taste me baby. I would love your tongue so wet against my aching clit" she says. Her voice is just like a porn star as she is clearly enjoying this. She presses the humming wet plastic lower and lower sliding it up and down against her clit and pussy. Her moans grow louder as her legs move in anticipation.
"God I am so close, I want you so badly. Please baby come get me, take me, have me" she pants the pulls the phone to her face and says "tonight" with a evil grin and turns off the recording. She emails the video to her husband.
"Ok that gives me a few hours to enjoy before he is home chasing me around with his little dick. Where is John?" she says flipping through her phone. She presses the screen then holds the phone to her ear.
"Hey John, Nikki. Busy? Care to continue where we left off last night?" she says excitedly.
 
Returning from lunch and glancing at my watch. 4 1/2 hours left in my workday. Why is today dragging along so slowly? maybe because I have hardly been able to concentrate on my work at all. I can't get the images of my lovely Nikki out of my mind. Hell I didn't even make it past lunch before I jacked off and came in my pants thinking about her.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see a message from her. I sit at my desk and open the message, seeing it's a video I get up and close my office door. I get instantly hard again as naked she coos into her phone how much she wants and needs me. Taking her plastic toy and giving it the oral pleasure she has only allotted me a few times in our marriage. But those times drove me wild with lust and passion as she was sooooo good with her technique.

My cock grows in my pants and my hand easily finds it there again. I need to be careful as I am already wearing my spare pants and underwear. As she pans down to her wet glistening pussy I feel my cock throb in my hand and have to remove it for fear I will explode again. When she says:

"I wish you were here to taste me baby. I would love your tongue so wet against my aching clit"

It is all I can do to not cum. She knows this is my very favorite activity in all our sex together. She is always so wet and tasty and I love that I can make her orgasm with my tongue. Hardly ever achieving that by any other means. She never ceases to surprise me at how wet she gets when I go down on her. Particularly when she has been out drinking with her girlfriends, those girls nights out seem to almost make her girl juices thicker.

Seeing her almost cum on her vibrator again makes me want to rush home and take her in the entryway. Damned if I don't have a late meeting or I just might.

Well I can wait a couple more hours I guess. I will just have to. Looking down at the small tent in my pants I resolve not to look at this anymore today, less I use up what seed I have on my hand again.

I text her back: "Thank you for my treat Nikki, It has me all hard at work. Can't wait to pleasure you tonight. I know I have been neglecting you some in that area as I have been busy.
You are young and need your sexual releases. Good thing you have that toy right? Well you wont be needed it tonight I promise. I'm going to eat and fuck you as you deserve my darling wife. See you soon, Lou" (why I always sign my name to my texts you just don't understand)
 
"Hey babe it's sticky Nikki" the sexy young wife of our old friend says into her phone. She blushes as she listens then asks "think you could come over? I am in a bad way and really need to feel... better" her words are seductive and teasing and nearly orgasmic to any red blooded male.
The smile on her face seems to indicate the person at the other end of the line is agreeable.
"Great! I will take a bath and have a glass of champagne so I am nice and accommodating for you and your large ego." The inside joke tickles her and we can only imagine what his "ego" is referring to.
She hangs up and drops teh phone as she bounces off the bed like an excited teen. She showers and barely put son any make up. She braids her long blonde hair and goes to the closet.
"Hmm what is the easiest thing to strip off?" she says to herself as she peruses the massive amount of clothing Lou has bought her. She settles on a oversized grey sweat shirt that comes down mid thigh and has "Babe" plastered across the front. She looks in the wall length mirror in the walk in closet and smiles. She teases the mirror pulling the hem of the shirt up revealing her sexy bare mound.
She bounds out of the closet and to the kitchen where she pulls a bottle of champagne and pops the cork then pours it into a glass as it over flows and licks the excess off her hand and wrist.
"Damn like when John cums in my hand" she thinks.
The door bell rings. "That was quick?" she thinks as she walks to the massive entry hall. She doesn't look out and just opens the door.
 
Still 3 3/4 hours in this tantalizingly long day. Good thing I'm only a 15 minute drive to the house. I want to taste my sweet wife the minute I walk in. I wonder what she's doing this very minute? Should I call her again? I don't want to suffocate her, she has accused me of that in the past. Maybe just check the monitors again? This new security system is the best. She doesn't even know there are cameras in every room. Well every one but my home office where I keep the master computer. Three more meetings or I could leave early and have her sweet nectar on my tongue now.

Looking again at my watch, no time to check in on her now. Hell, I'm the boss I can be a couple minutes late. Scanning through the rooms I find her just emerging from her walk in closet in just an old sweatshirt. (little do I realize its a designer brand and added well over $100. to her monthly spending sprees.)

"God, she can even make a sweatshirt look sexy." I say to myself. Happy to see she has chosen to just stay home and relax around the house today I click the monitor off and head to my next meeting.
 
Nikki is surprised to see two big tall men standing wearing dark suits with sunglasses on.
"Mam" the one with black hair says holding out his wallet. "We are IRS agents and would like to speak with you." his voice is low and no none sense. The younger man, maybe twenty five shows her his wallet as well and introduces himself as "Agent Brown."

Nikki is taken aback.

"What can I do for you?" she asks politely.

"I am agent Gold and we have a search warrant for your premises and any electronic devices/. Are you alone in the house?" the older one says.

"I am alone but I don't understand, Lou is a very honorable man and would never do anything illegal" Nikki says defending her husband.

"Mam, it is not our place to lay blame. We are simply investigators" Mr Brown says taking off his sunglasses. Nikki appreciates a good looking man when she sees one and tries to use her best and only leverage in this situation, her flirtatious demeanor.

"Mr Brown" she begins looking up into his brown eyes. "I am sure this all a mistake. I am expecting a friend and really do not have time for this. Perhaps you and" glancing at the older man who is staring at her "could go to my husbands office and straighten this out?"

"No mam!" the older man says and steps into the house almost knocking Nikki down.

"hey!" she objects as Mr Brown's hand catches her arm and supports her.

"It will be fine" he says in a comforting tone.

A car pulls into the driveway but seeing the men drives away leaving Nikki alone.

"Were you aware this house has surveillance cameras in every room?" the older man says as he walks to the office.

Nikki's head is spinning as the whole scene is too much. "cameras? every room?" her thoughts race to her past few weeks with "the big ego."

"Oh god" Nikki says as she sits on a chair in the kitchen. Mr Brown towers over her.

"This is bad" Nikki says as scenes of every perverted act imaginable must be recorded. "has he watched them?" she wonders.

Hearing her concern Mr Brown says "the spouse is rarely convicted in these cases."

"Will Lou go to jail?" Nikki asks nervously as her mind spins. "I would get this and he would be in jail?" her mood lightens.

"He certainly could mam. The charges are fairly substantial." he says as his eyes drop from her face more often than not.

"Oh Dear" Nikki says now playing the concerned spouse. She reaches out and puts her hand on his thigh as he stand like a soldier on guard, "Is there anything I can do?"

Mr Brown seems like he is about to say something as he looks down at her but Agent Gold interrupts. "I need your phone."

"Uh yeah it is in the bedroom" she says as the video file comes to her mind. "I will get it" she says and tries to get up but Mr Brown's hand is heavy and strong on her thin shoulder and he says "you better stay put. Mr Gold will retrieve what he needs."

Nikki is horrified that her life is about to become front page news. The videos will get released and the best she can do it some sleazy cheap porn star for a movie or two before being old. She does what has gotten her this far in life. She watches Mr Gold leave and turns to Mr Brown. Sitting int he chair she is basically staring into his zipper. She brings her hand back to his leg and looks up licking her lips.

"Mr Brown, there are some videos on my phone I would really rather not get into the public, if you know what I mean?" she begins. Her hand moving up his leg. "I would be willing to do almost anything if you let me delete them before you leave?" she sighs quietly. Her hand is nearly to his zipper when Mr Gold returns. "Got it!"

Stopping in front of them he holds the phone out and asks "unlock it please."

Nikki is nervous but has always had trouble saying "no". She keys in "6969" and the phone unlocks. She watches as Mr Gold flips through the contacts and then the pictures. He stares a the phone for a moment and then turns up the volume as Nikki's voice comes out from the seduction video she made earlier.

She is embarrassed then turned on the men stand listening and staring at her.

"I guess you are just one more of those things that stolen money can buy" Mr Gold says with an arrogance and distaste. He walks back to the office.

Mr Brown stands next to Nikki, an obvious bulge in his suit pants.
 
Rushing back to my office after my next to last meeting of the day. I quickly flip on the security monitor hoping to catch my wife in some state of undress. My cock grows semi-hard in hope and anticipation.

The monitor shows only snow on the screen. I flip from room to room only to find the same. Discouraged I cuss at the I T guy that installed the system. There were supposed to be battery backups in case of power outage or surges. I think of calling him but decide to deal with that tomorrow.

I place a call to Nikki's cell and it instantly goes to voice mail. "Hey Hon, just checking in. Is everything all right at the house? I heard there may be some power outages in the area from work crews. Have you seen any? Well call me back when you can. I'll be home in a couple hours. Love you, Lou"
 
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Nikki begins to cry. It is her last line of defense.

"What am I going to do?" she says quietly into her hands. The tears are easy and she is soon well worked up. She looks up at Mr Brown who seems oblivious to her. He slowly reaches into his pocket and hands her his white handkerchief.

"Here mam" he says as his eyes are down her sweatshirt admiring her naked breasts.

"Thanks" she whimpers staying in the same posture so as to keep him interested.

"I will be so alone, Lou is my rock" she continues laying it on heavy. Mr Brown is hardly moved as she wiggles around enough to bring the hem of her sweatshirt to nearly her crotch. She leans back just enough to give him a peep before covering up. He takes advantage of his opportunities I must say. The bulge in his slacks has grown into something massive and all Nikki can really focus on.

She quiets down after a moment and then turns to look up at Mr brown.

"Did you like that video I made?" she asks.

"Very erotic" he says only a hair shy of a robot.

"You seem to be very erotic" she mimic his voice and runs her small hand up to his bulge. It feels massive under her hand and she watches for his reaction. there is none. She continues to rub it. She notices he is simply watching the office door for Mr Gold as she touches him. Fascinated by his size she lowers his zipper and snakes her hand in. He is not wearing underwear and she feels the hot flesh of his rigid shaft. She cannot get her fingers around the rock.

"Does this feel good?" she purrs up at him.

"yes" he answers automatically.

"Should I stop?" she asks as she has it out of his pants and is using both hands to slowly pump it.

He does not respond.

"It is so big" she sighs weighing her options. Too big for her mouth she thinks but god does she want it. She wants to see how it explodes with cum. Her mind is racing as hard as her body. Suddenly Mr Brown steps in front of her and quickly zips up as the office door opens and Mr Gold emerges carrying several hard drives.

"I think we have what we need" he says and walks to the door, Mr Brown gets tot eh door first and opens it as Mr Gold does not hesitate and walks out. Mr Brown looks back at Nikki and says "than you for your cooperation." and leaves.
 
Another meeting down and just one to go. I can not keep my mind off my young bride. Damn, I wish I could look at her this very moment. Hold her in my arms. Slip that sexy sweatshirt off and see those magnificent tits. To get my hands on them. To lay you down and crawl between your legs to that treasure I hold so dear.

A little less than two hours. That last meeting had better run on time. Smithson is known to run late and I can ill afford to wait any longer to taste my wife. She is probably at home already primping herself up for our full night of passion.

She must be off her phone by now. Calling to again be sent to voice mail. Damn, she probably has it set wrong again. So simple minded when it comes to electronics. Good thing for her that her body could stop a train, I laugh to myself.

"Hey Nikki, not sure if you will get this before I get home. Just wanted to let you know how much I miss you and how I am going to ravish that sweet little hot body of yours tonight."

She may figure out how to turn her phone back on before I get home. Hell, for as much as she uses it and keeps it so close one would think she would know every detail of it by now.
 
Storming out of his last meeting with Clive Smithson he was visibly upset. Expecting Smithson to sign a contract that would have made him their companies lone manufacturer. Instead Smithson had told him they were going a different direction. That they were choosing to do their own fabrication of their product.

This decision would cost Lou's companies over 1.6 million dollars over the next year alone. I had tried to convince him that having done all the prototype work and having all the tooling made and ready to roll into production was his best and only solution.

What did Clive know that made him so confident that he could compete on his own? Having been dreaming of my young bride all day and wanting nothing else than to give her the loving she deserved. Had these lurid thoughts made him weak today? What was he missing?

Driving home in his Audi 6 his mind lept back and forth from his bride to his failed meeting. Oblivious to the happenings at his house just a couple hours earlier. Torn between making love to his wife, he relized as he drove the short distance that it had been 12 days since they last made love.

No wonder she was standoffish at times. She needed some sexual release bad. And so did I. Or should I get to work right away in my home office and figure out what went wrong? Pulling into his garage next to his wife's beemer he decided an hour with her ( as if it ever went more than 20 minutes in reality) then straight to work on this development.
 
Lou walked in to find Nikki sitting in office after walking through the house calling for her. She sat behind his desk. This was highly unusual as Lou had forbid her from coming into his office, let alone site behind his desk. She held a half full glass of whiskey with the half empty bottle on the desk.

"There you are" Lous said stepping into the office, a little uneasy.

"Yeah here I am" she slurred, She was wearing the same sweatshirt dress he had seen her in before. She looked cute but her tone was drunk and angry.

"The fucking IRS was here today!" she stammered waiting for his reaction. "What are we criminals? I knew it. You were too good to be true. I mean hardly touching me was one thing but risking me going to jail for tax evasion? What the fuck lou?" she went on. Lou's face was visible disturbed. He had gone from urgently in need of his hot young wife to horror of his illegalities being discovered.

Nikki put the glass down and stood up and walked around the desk. "Lou I am leaving you" she said as well as she could. She was well over her limit and then some. "I would rather go back to stripping than go to jail" she declared.

She got right in front of the man who had given her so much and asked so little. She was still cute and tiny and infinitely fuckable, even shit faced and angry.

"What do you think of that?" she said poking her tiny finger into his chest. "How ya gonna buy your way out of this? The IRS? And one of those guys had an enormous cock" she said as she nearly fell down but managed to find the couch next to them. This of course only made her angrier.

"Fuck Lou how could you do this? I thought we had a good thing? How much is enough? We could have just laid around this mansion and fucked all day but you had to keep working. Making more money. I thought you really like me." her tone changing to sadness and loss as she looked into the future of stripper poles and assholes looking to rub her ass for five bucks.
 
Finding her drunk and half incoherent in his office his face reddened in anger! What the hell was she talking about? IRS? And where the fuck was his computer?

"Nikki, WHAT THE FUCK?" he screamed. "I have never done a dishonest thing in my life." Something was amiss. His rage clouded his thoughts. His beautiful, yet drunk wife was babbling on about improprieties. His computer with all his records for work and home was missing.

His blood boiling, Nikki, where the hell is my computer? What happened? Why didn't you call me?" Then It hit him. Like a sledge hammer upside his head. Smithson, that fucking son of a bitch. This was his doing. It had to be. That's why he was so cocky and confident that he could go it alone without my help. The fucker stole my computer and all that was in it.

Then Lou remembered the file of photos and tapes from the surveillance system. It had only been installed two weeks ago and he hadn't even had time to look through all the recordings as yet. He knew there was at least one of Nikki, masturbating with her toy. And her being naked this morning was recorded when she sent him that special treat he had asked for.

He looked at Nikki, sprawled on the couch. Her sweatshirt bunching up and showing her shaved pussy. "That wasn't the IRS Nikki, those were Smithson's cronies. Did they identify themselves? Did they present a search and seizure warrent? No, the IRS doesn't work that way. We were fucking robbed!"

Saying this as his blood boiled he looked at his sexy wife, tore down his pants, lifted her half off the sofa and slammed his rock hard cock in to the hilt. Nikki, having no warning, not being excited and half drunk didn't know what hit her. He fucked her so HARD and so fast. It was almost pleasurable for her. Still he didn't last long before shooting his hot seed inside her. But it was with a passion and fury that she had never seen in him before.

Spent, and only a tad calmer he asked: "what exactly happened here today Nikki? Tell me everything." He couldn't, he wouldn't let Smithson beat him. And what of the photos of his wife? Did Clive hope to blackmail him? He knew his work files were well encrypted, but the new security's recordings could be hacked by any second level computer nerd. And what the fuck did she mean, "I would rather go back to stripping than go to jail". Nikki was a stripper?
 
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Nikki's head was spinning. It had been years since she had felt a man that passionate, that determined to fuck her. It was her favorite thing in the world. She looked up at Lou who was still pissed even after cumming like a stallion in a philly after a long run.

"They showed me IRS ids" she said feeling stupid. "Should we call the police?" she asked pulling her dress down from above her tits where he had pushed it.

"I am sorry baby" she said turning towards his sitting next to her on the couch. She stroked his face and said "it will be ok. I mean we have other stuff and computers."

He had found her on switch and she wanted more as her hand slid down to his flaccid cock covered with their juices. Her small hand was even big for it when it was soft. A memory from being a kid with a neighbor. She stroked it in hopes of more.

She kissed his cheek and rubbed her tits against his arm "Lou you have never.. you have never fucked me like that" her words were the viagra he had dreamed of as her hand was now around a semi hard cock. "That's it baby, get hard for little Nikki" she purred like nothing she had done before. "I feel your cum inside me baby, I want more" she moaned licking his ear. She raised her leg to straddle him but his hand caught her leg. He looked into her surprised eyes, as this approach had never been refused before by any man.
 
He held her leg steady and open. His cum trickling out off her spread pussy and down her thigh. Some staining the leather couch they sat on. Any other time he would have been proud of the fucking he had just given his bride. Any other time he would have dwelt on her praise. His spent cock may have even responded to her gentle stroking hand had his mind not been elsewhere.

As she tried to arose him for more. To feel again the Man she never knew he could be. But his eyes had that look. His mind was turning and even her nakedness couldn't draw him back.

"Names Nikki, what names did they give you?" Oblivious to her hand and her tongue in his ear. He was in full on revenge mode now. He needed a plan. His wife, whom he always adored and would bend over backwards for was at this moment just a pawn in the business game. The game he was so good at.

The rage and desire now left to run down between her legs as he questioned her. "Did they say anything else? Did they take anything other than my computer, or look anywhere else in the house?" He needed to know their game plan. His now horny and wanting wife would just have to wait.
 
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