I hope you will consider these invitations, and I genuinely look forward to hearing from you soon. Whatever you decide, I want you to know that I value your friendship, and I am committed to making things right between us.
Sincerely,
Jake
Actually, it was a nice letter. I couldn't help but think that if Jake had not fallen under Stacy's evil influence, he would've been a much nicer guy. I think that Robert's effect on his character was showing. The changes in Jake's personality were remarkable. He had blossomed into a much more mature individual than the person I knew during our high school days. Robert's influence had brought out the best in him. He had become more capable, expressive, and surprisingly complex. Yet, on the other hand, he had tried to drug me, having given in to his baser instincts, encouraged by the evil bitch, following her suggestion to film me having sex with him and two swingers.
Nonetheless, I still needed his cooperation for a little while longer. There still was more information that I might be able to pry from him concerning Robert and Stacy before I broke up with him. So, I wrote back to him.
Hi Jake,
I want to thank you for offering your apology and providing an explanation for your behavior the other night. I appreciate your honesty. I just wanted to clarify my perspective. While I was curious about their family dynamic with an open marriage, I want to assure you that I had no intention of engaging in any casual sexual encounters with them. To me, that would have been a mistake for both our relationship and our future.
I firmly believe that sex should be an intimate and exclusive connection shared between two people who have genuine feelings for each other and are committed to each other's lives. It's a deeply personal experience that should not involve others outside of that exclusive bond. If we were to move forward and start over, it's essential that we both share this understanding and value for intimacy.
I'm willing to give our relationship another chance, but only if we're on the same page regarding this matter. I'll check my schedule and let you know what works best for me to meet up and talk further.
I hope we can find common ground as we move forward.
Best regards,
Anne
Today, I was going on a fact finding mission. My plan was to visit Linda and find out what she knew about the girls night out. It was Saturday and she should be home.
Linda Stapleton lived near the 125th street train station. She worked there now in a public relations firm in Harlem and lived alone. She once had a promising career as a bank executive which was derailed by her divorce.
However, she now had a new career as a dedicated public relations professional. As was typical of Linda, she put her troubled past behind her to pick up the shambles of her life, and make a new start, determined to become better. She threw her self into her new job with enthusiasm. She found herself on a mission to promote the neighborhood, 125th street, as a vibrant hub for tourism and investment. With her office just a stone's throw away from the iconic train station, Linda had an insider's perspective on the area's rich history and potential.
Linda's efforts we're bringing more tourism and investment into the area, making her very successful and noteworthy amongst her employers. Drawing inspiration from the glory days of the Harlem Renaissance, Linda ran a successful, ad campaign, crafted captivating narratives that highlighted the neighborhood's illustrious past. She painted a vivid picture of the cultural renaissance that once thrived there, bringing to life the performances at the world-renowned Apollo Theater by legendary artists like Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, James Brown, Stevie Wonder, and Aretha Franklin. Her efforts to revitalize the 1986 market across the street from the Apollo theater as a jazz museum even got her featured in the New Yorker magazine.
Linda once had been part of Stacy's world and had worked for the same bank as she did. She was a very striking beauty. Whenever I chatted with her, my eyes were always mesmerized by her large mouth with white teeth and with lips that seem to effortlessly curve into an alluring smile. Above her captivating mouth, Linda has high cheekbones which gracefully rise, giving her an air of elegance. But most of all Linda has dark, expressive eyes drawing you in with their depth and allure.
Linda's face is idyllic, but she also has a body to match it. Her body is tall and graceful, breasts small but prominent and her legs are very slim guiding the eyes to her tight buttocks and sexy hips with curves in the right places. Naturally, she always caught the attention of the male staff in the bank and there was always someone flirting with her, but it would never go beyond harmless behavior. She was loyal to her husband Jerry.
After Stacy introduced us, we became friends and Rob and I had met Linda and Jerry on several occasions when we all went out together to meet at local bars and restaurants.
We all knew the story of their breakup. Jerry went away on a business trip to New Haven. That fateful night, he had closed the deal and rather than spend the night in the hotel, he decided to drive back home to their condominium in Briarcliff Manor to pleasantly surprise Linda. However, it was Jerry who received a surprise. There in his bedroom was his young wife naked under her boss, moaning as he grinder his dick deep into her pussy. Jerry in a rage pushed him off Linda. Her lover's cock spurted semen as his body flew off onto the floor. Jerry chased her boss out of the house and kicked him outside naked clutching his pants. Then he went back up to confront his crying wife who had managed to put on some of her clothes. He grabbed her and tossed her out of the house half naked, sobbing for forgiveness.
Linda's life had been on a steady upward trajectory, with her efficiency and hard work propelling her up the corporate ladder at the bank's loans department. It seemed like a bright future was within her grasp until Stacy, the regional managing director, made a significant decision. She appointed Barry Dreyfus, the son of a wealthy client named Daniel Dreyfus, as the new supervisor for Linda's department. Daniel owned a major import-export company based in New York.
Barry, in his mid-thirties, was married and had two young children. His appointment came as a surprise to Linda and her colleagues, as it seemed his connection to Stacy's affluent client played a role in his selection. This new development introduced uncertainty and raised questions about the fairness of the decision-making process within the department. As Linda adjusted to the changes and the dynamics under Barry's leadership, she could not help but wonder how this appointment might impact on her previously promising career path.
Linda had never wanted to cheat on Jerry. But her lover was also her supervisor, an ardent adulterer who was ruthless in his pursuit of Linda. He worked on her incessantly, until finally, one night out after an employee dinner, he gallantly offered to give her a ride home rather than taking the train.
Linda filled me in on all the details of that dreadful evening. The ride home was pleasant enough. But he knew that Jerry was away on business. He walked her to the door, grabbed her head with two hands and held her still, forcing a kiss on her lips. Linda told me she was inebriated thanks to his making sure her glass was always full of the best wines at dinner. She said she should have slapped him and locked him out, but instead she kissed him back, foolishly thinking it would be just one little good night kiss. It was a fatal mistake. He continued, kissing her, opening her mouth with his tongue, and then reaching for her pussy, which stirred up a fiery passion in her, which led to a temporary suspension of a better judgment and self-control.
He pushed her inside through the front door onto the couch and they made out there slowly stripping off her clothes. Linda thought she would stop it at each step in the seduction, but he craftily caressed her in a new way to keep her aroused, a passionate kiss on her neck, a tongue in her ear, a mouthful of her nipple, a finger in between her pussy lips and finally hands cupping her ass cheeks as his face pressed against her married snatch, his tongue buried deep in her love box bringing her to tears, having bought her closer to release but stopping just short to frustrate her and make her want more.
Then, completely horny, and anxious to fuck, he took her in the bedroom and threw her on the bed nude with legs spread wide open and her eyes pleading with him to get onto her and finish the job. He stripped of everything and climbed on top of her. He easily guided his shaft through the entrance of her pink love canal guarded by two swollen labia poking through brown matted pubic hairs. He drove into her mercilessly savoring her soft wet chamber, a prize he had worked on for months. His hard shaft easily, unfolding her slick walls sank with just a few quick strokes all the way down to her cervix.
