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Never go through your wife's phone.
"Never go through your wife's phone!" That's been my bedrock policy throughout my Five plus years of marriage. While it may sound like I'm taking a philosophical approach to the idea of trusting my wife unconditionally, but in reality, it was simply practical.
In some ways, I took this approach from the movie Casino. In the opening minutes, Robert Deniro is doing a narration and he utters for me, the single greatest line of the movie, well, in actuality it's the second greatest, right behind the line, "you didn't see that you were being setup on the second win????"
What Deniro Said was, "when you love someone, you've got to give them a key to everything you own, otherwise, what's the point?"
If I have to check my wife's phone in order to determine her fidelity; if I can't give her that one bastion of complete privacy, then I say as well, what's the point? Why be in a marriage if you don't have trust?
This dumbass decision, as you've no doubt by now guessed, came back to bite me right in the ass.
But, before I give you the story, allow me to give you our back story. My name is Lenny, my wife is Diana, I'm an oil and gas engineer, and she is the director of Human Resources at a different oil company, as well as the EEOC compliance officer. We met seven years ago at a diversity conference that was held in the Dominican Republic by one of our mutual suppliers, where she was one of the keynote speakers.
To be honest, I felt completely out of my league even when I asked if I could sit with her at dinner. But by the time that the week long event was concluded, I not only had her contact information, but, I had also had her, in my hotel room the last two nights! And I tell you that Redboned amazon put my ass through a sexual obstacle course, the likes of which I would have gladly paid her for the experience.
Diana stands about 6'0 feet, her body is so perfectly proportioned, she could probably play Wonder Woman in an alternate universe where WW, is black with a nice fat ass. Her eyes are a jaded shade, she wears her hair in a nicely trimmed Afro, she has lips to die for! I mean they are huge! She hates them of course, but man! When she wraps them around my cock? Talk about ball draining ejaculations!
Now me? I'm nothing special, too tall, too skinny, too black. I had just enough talent to land a partial scholarship to a junior college to play basketball, but not nearly enough for a division one school, so I accepted my limitations, got my degree, and went to work.
Diana hated her job. It was thankless at best, and completely unreasonable at its worse. The black employees hated her because they thought that she didn't do enough to make life easier for them, while the non black employees hated her because they thought that she was bending over backwards to make life easier for only the black employees. One employee in particular she talked about with complete disgust, his name was Tobias, and he was definitely one of her problem children. According to her, he thrived off of keeping up racial strife, and as a result, spent a disproportionate amount of time in EEOC jams.
So, this is all fine and good right? But, I'm sure that you're here to read more about my wife's phone than you are about the EEOC or Tobias.
So one evening, I was laying across the bed watching TV while Diana was enjoying her bubble bath. Her phone had lit up on her nightstand with a text, but I didn't pay it any attention. However, I reached for my drink that was on her stand and knocked her phone onto the floor. As I reached over to achieve it, I accidentally hit a button that opened it, and it opened the phone to the text.
So what greets me on the text is a picture of an erect cock, an erect White cock. Now, this didn't really disturb me, not yet at least. With social media, and smart phones, I've discovered that people send unsolicited snaps of body parts to others all the time. So my goal was to scroll up, get the number, call and tell this asshole to never send this trash to my wife again!
"Scrolling up", was my first mistake. For this wasn't some random "one and done" text message. This was an entire back and forth filled not only with various white dick photos, but also nude photos, amongst other things, of my wife Diana.
One such photo showed Diana, recently, sitting on an unknown couch wearing nothing but a smile. She had both feet on the couch as well. Her legs were spread open, she was using two fingers to hold her pussy lips apart in-order to show a massive amount of fresh cum that someone other than myself had just sexually deposited into her pussy!
My mind was reeling! I can't recall all of the conflicting thoughts were now running through my head, but one sensation I can recall as if it were yesterday, and that was, my own now erect dick was threatening to burst through my pajama bottoms!
I needed to see more! Convictions be damned. And "more" was exactly what I found.
For in the next photo, Diana was still sitting on the couch, but this time she was joined by a dark haired Caucasian fellow, he was sitting besides her kissing her deeply while she clutched his very familiar cock. Familiar because it was the same one in the first photo. But, all of a sudden, HE looked familiar as well! I had met him at their Christmas party last year, it was the infamous Tobias!
I couldn't take anymore. I frantically started airdropping everything that I could find on her phone to my tablet. When she came out of the tub, I attacked her, not physically, but sexually, lustfully!
"Oh baby! What's gotten into you? Ohhh!" She said as I pulled her down onto the damp bathroom floor, entered her freshly clean pussy, and began to fuck my wife like my life depended on it!
Now, if you ask me why I was doing it; I probably couldn't say. Was I trying to, in my mind, "take back my pussy?" I mean, yes. But also I was so turned on by what I saw, which begs the question of, what the hell is wrong with me?
That night, it was my turn to prepare dinner, and I had cooked a personal favorite of hers. Chilean Sea Bass with roasted potatoes and sautéed asparagus. We ate in bed in front of the tv and the fireplace. Afterwards, she curled up in my arms with a smile that carried with it a quizzical look.
"I hadn't seen you that passionate in quite sometime. Now don't get me wrong, I definitely enjoyed it,but to be honest, you were fucking like there was something on your mind; baby, is there something you'd like to talk about?"
Alanis Morrisette couldn't craft irony this good. "Yes dear, I want to talk about the fact that I literally saw a photo of you with no clothes on, and you had just been fucked by a man that you've indicated your utter disgust for, and in fact, the minute that we aren't together, I'm going to go to a quiet place and watch the rest of your escapades, and did I mention that I'm extremely turned on by all of this?" Yeah, I thought to myself, perhaps I better not say any of that.
"Ive just missed you baby. Ive missed times like this. I never want the passion to die between us." I told her. My dick was once again hard and since I couldn't get the image of her cum filled pussy out of my head, I wanted to fill her with some of my own. She was wearing one of my tees, and since she's nearly as tall as I am, it did very little to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing anything else.
I began to kiss her deeply, and just like on the photo with her and Tobias, she grabbed my dick and began to squeeze it hard. It felt so good to have her touch me with the same fervor that she held the other dick. Then, in one motion, she flipped on top of me, and guided me into her waiting hole.
"Ummmm, that dick feels some kind of good! It's so filling!" She said.
