Affairs Of Convenience

This is a bit of an odd story with a lot of deceit! It has multiple starting points.

One starting point is one afternoon when I was in the office of my Midwestern gas station convenience store, going over the books and my wife Anju was at the counter scrolling her phone. Most likely Instagram.

Everyone is on Instagram! Very important to the story!

The bell at the door jingled.

"Oh crap." I heard my wife mutter so I got up, wondering if it was someone trying to rob us. Wouldn't be the first or last time in our business.

But it looked like a harmless young Latino college guy walking in with a phone in his hand.

"Excuse me, does Crystal work here?"

"No, sorry, no crystals sold here. Thank you. Good bye." My wife said going out of the counter and pointing to the door. She looked unnecessarily nervous and hostile. And eager to push him out.

"But wait... That's her! Kaley?? That's Crystal!"

He pointed to the wall, at a picture of Kaley, one of our employees. She had gotten employee of the month again. It came with a $100 bonus and she was very thankful. Why did he think she was Crystal?

"Sir, there is no one here by that name. You need to leave."

I was surprised at the harsh tone of her voice as was the young man. He held up his phone and said,

"But look.."

"Come with me, Jorge!"

She held his elbow and led him to the door fuming, giving me a look that she had this situation handled and I didn't need to intervene.

We had been running this store for almost a decade since we moved to the US, and we were both experienced with difficult customers by now. But that guy had not even remotely seemed like one.

Anju returned looking very red faced.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Just some guy with a crush on Kaley I guess. He's come in before."

"Oh okay." That explained how she knew his name.

I was secretly glad that if the guy was Kaley's stalker, then Anju had sent him packing.

I didn't think about this until a week later when Kaley and I ended up on the night shift in the rotation.

She had looked nervous and stressed since the shift started, and not just because we had a lot of customers. Something was off. Her nipples weren't poking through her top either.

Kaley was a 24 year old who had started working for us a few months ago. Very all American beauty. Blue eyes, blonde hair, curves, legs, tits, ass all right and tight. Whenever she was at the counter, we always saw a bump in sales. She flashed her smile and heaved her boobs and suggested some overpriced item "on special" and most guys would buy them instantly.

She always took off her wedding ring when starting her shift.

"I need to talk to you." She came up to me during a lull.

I looked to make sure we weren't in the view of a security camera and leaned in for a kiss of her juicy lips. She quickly returned the kiss and said,

"No really, I need to talk. I'm not in the mood for that."

"What's up? Husband problems?"

"No! Someone is running a catfish account using my Instagram pictures!"

"Oh that sucks."

I tried to lean in for another kiss. She was hot and posted a lot of hot pics. Many in short clothes and bikinis. Someone screenshot them and made a fake account. Big whoop. Welcome to the 21st century.

"Ravi! Stop! This is serious!"

I sighed and sat back. This fling with Kaley had been going on for a few months. It started after she rubbed my arm one too many times and looked into my eyes really deeply one too many times. While asking for overtime extra pay shifts generally reserved for senior employees. She would also lean over a lot more in front of me than she needed to giving me a regular look at her deep smooth white cleavage. And laughed too much at jokes I made which at best deserved a polite chuckle.

She had married her high school sweetheart who was a bit of a deadbeat. Neither went to college so money was tight. And Kaley was clearly putting out signals that her affections could be had with something in return.

I'm not ugly and I stay in shape but I'm not exactly the kind of guy that young hot blondes throw themselves at. So I knew that she was interested in a sugar daddy more than anything. Deciding to take my chance, I once made a pass at her.

During one of our night shifts together, I took her to an area outside surveillance cam coverage and went in for a kiss, slowly. She didn't pull away but in fact leaned in herself. And we kissed. I quickly grabbed a boob. She didn't flinch. She seemed prepared.

And soon, she was sucking my dick in the office. Oh how she swallowed me while staring into my eyes with her blue eyes! She was a bundle of energy in everything she did.

She wasn't the first young thing I had a thing with on the side for a little extra consideration. That employee of the month thing can sometimes lead to unexpected gestures. I've never preyed on anyone. But if a woman offers herself up for some consideration, hey, I'm just a man. If an attractive addict customer offers to go to a motel for a carton of cigarettes, why not! I keep it away from the wife.

In the beginning, it had been just physical with me giving Kaley gifts and favorable shifts. I took her to a hotel fifty miles away for our first time having sex, far away from her husband and my wife. I banged her goddess like young tight body a couple of times in multiple positions and then gifted her a new cheap laptop. She swallowed my cum happily after that.

Uncomplicated. Gifts and sex. Frequent employee of the month. Which was well deserved because she did have the most sales. And was genuinely a good worker. Always on time. Never slacking off unless doing it with me. Never a mistake.

She didn't even realize that she didn't need to sleep with me to do well at work. Or maybe she did and she just liked me in bed?

Whatever! I got to bang a young hot blond!

But lately, she had started talking to me like her second husband. Taking the fun out of the whole affair. It started seeming like a real relationship. I already had a wife who tried to talk my ear off with things I had stopped caring about years ago. Arranged marriage can be a little that way.

Don't get me wrong. Anju was still a hot item, after all these years! Even after two kids, the physical activity of running a convenience store and a household has kept her in shape. Plus she's started doing some exercises at home since the pandemic.

She's a classic curvy Indian beauty with an hourglass figure and a big ass.

I still grabbed her curvy waist hard when I plowed into her doggy style. And she still rode me the way I loved, with her big tits slapping my face as I bit the nipples. I loved sex with my wife, even if I lied to my flings, for sympathy, that she was withholding and our marriage was on the rocks.

But hey, I was getting to bang a hot white woman fifteen years younger than me while also satisfying my wife of fifteen years, so a little active listening wasn't a bad price to pay.

"What should we do about it?" I solemnly asked. Listening sincerely to women is the best way into their pants.

"I think this is my ex boyfriend. Look, the account even flirts with them and promises nudes. How would anyone else have my nudes? My husband I guess. Or you. But I don't think either of you would do this."

She got that right! I possessed a lot of her nudes but they were for my eyes only. She had been so happy to send any nude I demanded!

"Definitely not me. And yeah, I don't think your hubby, for all his issues, would ever do this."

I had learned more about her husband's issues with addiction and petty crime and the unfair criminal justice system than I ever wanted to. I had met him a few times casually too, as her wife's boss. He was a complicated guy. But not a catfish account type guy.

Yeah, she was right and this was serious I guess! I told my dick to go away for a bit.

I took the phone from her hand as a customer walked in and Kaley returned to the counter.

I scrolled through the pictures. It was mostly Kaley's pictures from her own account posted with suggestive messages instead of innocent ones. One was a pic from our gas station she had posted with a hot dog saying my friend and I made really tasty hot dogs. This account posted it saying something like, if you're longer than this hot dog, I'm yours.

It got a lot of comments.

Kaley did post oomphy pictures for likes but her descriptions were always regular and innocent. This account was turning them into a slutty monolog, like an Onlyfans account.

And then I noticed the name.

Crystal!

Looking through the comments carefully, I saw the face of the young man who had walked in earlier.

Interesting! His name was Jorge as Anju had said. Seemed like a college student from his profile. And he had posted a lot of replies on this fake profile. But his own profile didn't have any info about him. Very bare bones except the name Jorge and a few shirtless pics. He was mostly into posting replies on the profiles of hot women in the area.

I decided to check out the security cam footage from last week. We stored the tapes for a month. Maybe I could get a clue about this Jorge guy who seemed to have been catfished by someone pretending to be the woman who was my mistress.

One of the cameras over the pumps showed him drive up and park in a car that had 'Elm Tree Towing' on the side. He walked in. I remembered the part inside.

After a minute, he was escorted out by Anju, as I knew.

She seemed to be saying something to him and he kept nodding. He walked back to his car. And I saw my wife lean into his window and say something before walking back.

I guess she gave him a piece of her mind to never return. But now I needed to find him.

"Kaley, I think I might have a way to unmask your identity thief."

I said when she walked back into the office a little while later.

"Really?" she jumped, her youthful boobs jiggling. And my dick insisted it had been waiting too long.

"Get on your knees here and I'll tell you."

She giggled, and exposing her tits, got between my legs.

As she sucked my cock in the empty store, in a corner not covered by any cameras, I told her how this guy had come into the store looking for her and my very simple plan.

I'd go to the towing company. Tell this Jorge guy he had been catfished. He would of course be suitably outraged and want revenge. I would work with him to lure and expose the identity thief. But she would owe me big time.

"Have I ever refused you anything?" she said in her seductive voice. Well, she'd still been resisting anal.

In two days, one of our oldest employees was on shift. As was Kaley. Anju had the day off and planned to go shopping with friends. I told her I planned to go watch cricket with some friends. The kids were at a weekend camp.

I drove over to Elm Tree Towing and asked if I could speak to Jorge. They asked which Jorge. There were 3 on staff. I showed them the insta pic. They said he had a late shift today but should be in soon. I was welcome to wait.

The reception area had a tobacco smell so I decided to wait in my car which was at the far end of their lot. I was sitting in the car and on my phone waiting for Jorge to return when I saw a form get out of a car in the distance and dash towards the office.

It looked like him, so I went back in. Just as I walked into the office, I saw a couple of guys crowding around him exchanging high fives, and one said,

"You're gonna get laid, bro! From Instagram!"

When they saw me and went quiet.

"Jorge?" I spoke up.

He turned around and faced me.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" I said.

His face showed panic.

"Hey man, I don't want no problems!" he said as the other guys quietly walked away.

"I don't want any problems either." I said, confused at why he was so wary for a guy taller and bigger than me. "I just want to talk."

"She's into me! I'm just a guy, dude."

Oh, I understood the confusion. He felt I had come to confront him about showing up at my convenience store!

"Jorge, relax! Let's take a breath and start at the beginning."

"Okay." he nodded, relaxing a bit.

"You know this girl Crystal on Instagram?"

"Yeah?"

"That's a catfish account. The real person is a friend and employee of mine."

"Oh." he said. A second passed. "Oh my God!"

"Yeah, someone's been scamming you and stringing you along! Maybe to scam you! Most likely a guy!"

Jorge stared into my eyes for a couple of seconds like he was processing something.

"Holy fuck, dude! Someone's trying to scam me! I'm being catfished!"

Finally, he got the point.

"Yes, will you help us find the person and nail them? We think it's this old ex of hers."

"What do you need me to do, sir?"

We made a plan. He would send a few messages to the account offering some financial incentives to meet. He even shared the drafts with me before sending.

I told Kaley about this plan and she was thrilled. I cashed in the brownie points for that by taking her to a motel and banging her for a few hours, this time even going into her ass!

"Oh my God you are so big!" Kaley screamed as I slid my dick into her round white ass.

I smiled. The girl really gave it her best! I knew I was decently sized and not huge. But she really sold it well! I came in her ass twice that night. And made her swallow me before dropping her home.

And then we waited.

But radio silence.

The "Crystal" account never responded to Jorge again. Nor did it post. And a couple of days later, it was gone! Account deleted!

I exchanged a few texts with Jorge to confirm there was nothing more from the account. There was nothing.

Kaley was relieved that the catfish using her pics was gone. Which she showed with a few extra enthusiastic sex sessions. And anal sex became a default with her.

A couple of weeks went by. Life was good.

It was about to get a lot more complicated. This would be another beginning of the tale.

It was the middle of the day. Anju had just told me she had a headache and gone home to sleep. I was covering the store alone.

A young petite Latina woman walked in nervously. I wondered if she was underaged and looking to buy beer. She was wearing short tight clothes.

"Excuse me, is Anju around?"

"No, she's at home. Isn't feeling well. May I help you?"

She scanned the wall of employees. Funny how that happened a lot.

"That's Anju?" She pointed at my wife's recently updated picture as General Manager.

"Yes. Should I call her?"

"No, it's okay." She said and hurriedly walked out.

I was curious so I looked at the outside camera feed. She walked towards a car that had two other Latina women standing there, looking dressed for a party. The three of them talked animatedly pointing at the store, then drove away.

I made a passive mental note to tell Anju about it.

A couple of hours went by and my phone rang. It was an unknown number but local. I answered.

A robotic voice told me it was a collect call and if I accepted the charges with my wife's voice just saying.

"It's me."

I answered.

"What's up? Why collect?"

"Ravi, I need you to come pick me up at the intersection of Maple and Tenth Street right away."

"What? I'm at the store alone."

"I don't care. Close it. I was mugged and beaten up."

"WHAT? How? By whom?"

"Just come quickly. I'll tell you everything. And Ravi..."

"Yes Anju?"

"Bring a set of my clothes including bra and panties."

Before I could ask anything, she hung up.

Eh?

I thought she was home with a headache. How did she get mugged ten miles away from home? And that location was very random.

I didn't want to close the store. So I called my mistress Kaley who came over to fill in.

Taking Anju's clothes, I wondered what exactly had happened. She was such a staid conventional person that being mugged seemed like a very unlucky day.

I pulled over at Maple & Tenth. It was a rundown part of town. There was a dumpster nearby. No sign of Anju.

That's when I suddenly saw her.

My wife was buck naked hiding behind the dumpster! She ran, her huge tits swinging, to the back seat. And got in. I noticed a lot of writing on her naked body. Words like slut whore puta bitch all over her torso.

"What the hell?" I said though I had an instant boner.

"Just drive me home." She said, putting the tshirt on.

I drove in silence as she got dressed.

"Well?"

"I got mugged by a couple of crack whores. They took my purse, phone, and my clothes." she said.

"What the hell! Let's go to the police station."

"No point. I'll be embarrassed. Just take me home." She said, wiping away tears. I saw bruises on her face like she had been slapped around.

That night, Anju seemed shaken enough that I cancelled a rendezvous I had planned with Kaley to bugger her in a hotel. I tried to get her to talk more about what happened. But she seemed in a traumatized space so I didn't push much.

As I used some soap to wash off all the slut whore type words, I wondered why someone mugging her would do that. In our line of work, being held up or mugged was common. They just wanted your stuff, not to humiliate you.

I tried to ask a few questions but Anju made it very clear that she didn't want to talk about it. So I gave her some space. She laid in bed naked quietly for a little while.

I was tempted to try and bang her given that she was naked anyway. But I didn't want to bother her in a vulnerable state. So I was pleasantly surprised when she suddenly slid over to me and started removing my pants.

"Make love to me gently." she said taking my dick in her mouth. Her round naked buttocks still had remains of SLUT on there and I imagined her as a slut instead of just sweet Anju and it made me extra hard.

I fucked my wife for half an hour and then we fell asleep.

The next day, I insisted she stay home and rest and recover. And the day after. I'd cover the shift and have food delivered for her and the kids. She agreed.

I also got some alone time with Kaley in the store to bang her in all holes in the back room during lean hours.

Between one of those bang sessions, I was at the counter and Kaley nearby when Jorge walked in. His eyes scanned the store. They rested only a second on Kaley, the woman he used to think was Crystal.

I wondered if he came to ask her out for real but he came towards me instead,

"Hey man! How's it going? Can I get some rolling paper please?"

"Sure!" I said. "Any more contact with the catfish?"

"Nothing." He replied still looking around the store.

Kaley was blissfully unaware as she stocked shelves. She didn't know what he looked like. He paid and left.

A while later, it was lunchtime and I got a call from the restaurant I had ordered delivery for Anju from that their delivery guy had an accident so it was either pickup or cancel and refund.

I put Kaley in charge and decided to quickly do the delivery myself. Twenty minutes later, I pulled up outside our home and saw a pickup truck I vaguely recognized.

The kids were at school and I thought Anju might be napping so I hadn't called or texted her. Thinking that if she was in bed, I could just leave the food and go. I walked towards the bedroom and heard some noises. The door was half open.

She was in bed alright!

Buck naked, spread eagled, being fucked hard by Jorge as she grunted happily.

I was stunned! Absolutely stunned! I think I didn't even exhale for a full minute!

What was this bizarre turn of events?

My wife was cheating on me with Jorge? What random collision of worlds was this? It was his truck outside!

"OH RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE YESYESYESYES!"

I watched undetected as my wife of many years and the mother of my children whom I thought of as a goody two shoes was fucked hard to a loud orgasm, louder than any she had with me.