I lied to you about something, that I need to confess.
I wasn’t with Damon last night, like I had said. That’s not who you tasted on me late last night when you went down on me after I got home.
I was with someone else… a man you know from your professional life.
Last night wasn’t our first time together. I had hooked up with him a few times about two years ago, when you were in North Carolina, but then he broke it off. He said he felt awkward because he works with you, and also because he was married at the time. He felt guilty about cheating on his wife.
I ran into him a few months ago at one of your company functions, the one at the marina. I don’t even think you noticed how he was flirting with me because you were so preoccupied with showing people your boat.
He told me he was divorced now, and that he missed being with me. He asked if I still cuckold you, and we kinda laughed about that. I told him, “Yes, but only with black men.”
So… after that day, we started talking again. Mostly we would text each other. Sometimes we talked on the phone.
He knows all about the legal things going on at your office, and told me some things that you haven’t shared with me, or that perhaps you don’t know yourself.
One time he was texting me from a meeting that you both were at. He said you were giving a presentation about some deal your company was involved in. I made a joke, and asked if he could tell that your little dick was locked up. He said, “Now that you mention it, he does look a bit uncomfortable.”
One night while I was sitting out on the balcony, he and I were texting. He asked me where you were; I told him you were working late. He said he wanted to see my pussy again, and asked me to send him a pic. I resisted, but then eventually sent him one. Then he wanted to see my tits. It was right about that time that you called me, and we talked for a while on the phone, although I don’t remember what about. After you hung up, we got back to texting, and he sent me a pic of his big dick… it was fully erect… and asked me if I wanted it again. I teased him that it was smaller than I was used to… but that if he had $1,500, I might make an exception. I just meant it as a joke, but he immediately accepted, and wanted to meet.
I agreed to meet with him a few nights later for a drink, and then followed him back to his house. I had teased him at the bar that my pussy was free for black men, but that white boys had to pay for it. And he did. He gave me fifteen crisp-new hundred dollar bills. He must have gone to the bank that day because I noticed they were all sequentially numbered.
He was as good in bed as I had remembered, and I spent the night with him. It happened that week in July when you were went to Virginia.
Anyway… he’s been fucking your wife ever since.
I’ve been with him maybe a dozen times since then, always at his house… but I only made him pay for it that first time. He knows that you don’t know he’s been fucking me, and he kind of gets off on that.
I’ve been feeling guilty about this, and felt that I needed to to share this with you.
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