Please read my biography first of all. (98.6) I need help
I laugh and laugh and laugh.
By Loony123tunes
My name is Clive, Clive Waterhouse and I work at one of the local hospitals. Two months ago, a new resident was on my team and she would be with me for a while. I was with her for a good deal of time during the day! I was giving as much advice as I could to her.
I am 6 feet and some people would say handsome. The staff I worked with kept on saying. I could do all my ops with one arm tied behind my back. It was my end goal to become a member of the board.
My wife, Jane, is the head buyer in a clothing shop. She must attend clothing shows five or six times a year. These shows take her away from home.
Jane is 5ft-10 inches tall, with long brown hair, blue eyes and an hour-shaped body.
When we stood close together. Jane would wear four-inch-high heels; we look just like a pair of movie stars if you know what I mean. Other men would stare at my wife all with one thing on their mind. Yes, just to get her into bed.
Most men are so envious of me to have such a striking wife standing next to me. My sex life is good with my wife. We had now been married for four years. We had chosen not to have any children. Just to focus on our careers.
Because I worked at the local hospital. My operations could vary from week to week. Short then long ones ended up me being tired. Jane meets up with a chap named David. He holds the same position as my wife in a company just down the road. He worked about 500 yards down the road from where Jane worked. Jane would work at home once a week, she was able to get more gone because of the peace. Jane and David had lunch at a restaurant near work.
When I went to social meetings with my wife. Jane and David were always talking about styles of clothes. I was bored to tears but I had to show interest for her sake. So, I just went along with them. Not a soul had any idea of what I did for a living.
Two months ago, Jane and David shared a car when they were going to a three-day clothing show. Both stayed in the same hotel; they had done that a few times before. I was not concerned (I should have been, I did not see the signs).
I was working long hours. During the first week of the second month, our sex life dropped off. I had done that a few times before so I was not worried. The second week, and the third week it dropped off even more. I put it all down to myself working long hours. The fourth week our sex life was now ZERO. In the fourth week, my ops had gone back to normal. I was back to my former self.
I sat there deep in thought on Friday nights after dinner. Wondering why our sex life had dropped off so much. I turned to Jane.
"Jane, why has our love life stopped?"
"I just don't feel like it these days, don't worry it will come back."
She smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Do you fancy an early night?"
"I don't feel like it, just give me time please."
Monday, I went to work to carry out one or two minor ops. When I arrived at work it was full of police. There had been a shooting downtown. I was told my ops were all cancelled.
"How can I help?" I said.
I found out all the theatres were in use and staffed. I had to reschedule my ops. I read the details for my next set of ops. All done, it was approaching noon since I was up to date. I decided I was going home for the rest of the day. I reached out for the phone to ring Jane. She was working at home. I was going to say. Let's go out for lunch and do some shopping. As I was reaching for the phone, blind luck stopped me. I had no idea at the time why.
I spoke to my secretary and told her.
"I was going home for the rest of the day."
When I got home there was a car in my driveway. It was David's car. They had umpteen meetings at my home in the past. So, this one would be no different. I walked into the house on the thick carpet. It was so thick a herd of elephants could come through you would not hear a thing. I headed for Jane's home office. I was expecting them to be there. No sign of him and her. I checked the rest of the downstairs of the house with no sign of both. Walking past the bottom of the stairs.
I heard my wife's voice! I heard just seven words.
"Come on fuck me hard and fast!"
I went up the stairs and our bedroom door was open. I looked at Jane, she was lying flat on her back naked with her eyes closed. David was on top of her fucking her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. He shoots his load of spunk inside Jane and she gives out a moan.
"So, this is what you call working at home."
"So, the rules in your industry are different from the rest of us?"
Her eyes shot wide open as soon as she heard my voice. Looking at me trying to push him off her.
"I told you to stop David."
He rolled off Jane; I then hit him on the right jaw with a right hook to my surprise I knocked him out cold. I looked at the size of his cock; it was much longer than me. It was about (11 in long and 1.5 in thick). I looked at Jane and she started to cover up her tits.
"I've seen those tits for years."
"Stay where you are, better still sit on the end of the bed."
I picked up her lover and sat him in a chair. I got six of my ties from the wardrobe and tied him to the chair. First his legs then his arms and then around his chest. His cock was returning to his normal size. I left the bedroom and got one of my golf clubs. I had wrapped it with a cloth. On the other hand, I had a glass of water.
Now Jane was sitting on the end of the bed naked. I looked at her pussy spunk leaking from her onto our bed. I looked at him and flicked cold water onto his face. Then he started to come round. I had planned what I was going to do. I let him wake. Under his nose, I was waving the golf club wrapped in a face cloth.
"Ready to talk."
Jane jumped in.
"I told him to stop."
"Shut up. I will do all the talking."
"Are you ready to talk to me now David?"
"Yes."
"I will get straight to the point; answer my questions telling me the truth if you don't see this club."
"Yes."
"Well, I will hit you in the face for starters."
"Do you understand, I hope?"
"How long have you been fucking my wife?"
Waving the golf club right under his nose.
"Now tell me the truth, or this is going to contact your nose."
"Two months."
"Do you love her?
"Yes."
"So, are you willing to marry her in that case?"
Waving the golf club under his nose.
"Tell me the truth?"
"Yes."
"I will tell you something: the club was not going to hit your nose."
I smiled.
"It was going to hit your cock good and hard if you told me a lie."