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Rob checked his watch as he approached the door to his apartment. It was 6:47pm. He had been sitting in traffic for the past hour and a half, and it took its toll on him, physically and emotionally. He placed his key in the bottom lock and turned it, automatically opening the front door.
He stepped through the threshold, into the living room, and his breath was taken away by the shock of the vision before him. Sprawled out on his brown leather sofa was a completely naked man, a total stranger. Rob took an immediate visual inventory. The man was spotlighted by one of the lamps on the tree lamp that stood next to and behind the sofa. His head was tilted back, his arms stretched on either side, resting on the back of the sofa. He had shoulder length, black wavy hair and what could be considered as eleven o'clock shadow.
Rob's eyes tilted downward. The man had a film of sweat on his body that gave him a dull, waxy look. His well-developed chest had all but a couple of hairs on it, and it heaved with each deep breath he drew. He couldn't see them man's stomach. The rising and falling of a head of thick, long, curly black and auburn hair blocked his view. It was Rob's wife, Rita. She was on her knees in front of the man who was sprawled out on their couch. Rita was almost completely naked. Rob's eyes scanned down her soft voluptuous, milky white back. She was wearing a pair of shimmering aqua satin panties, and they showed the contours of her ample ass each time her head bobbed on the stranger.
"What the fuck is going on here!" Rob shouted as he dropped his laptop satchel.
"Sit down, Rob," the stranger stated in a low and breathless voice. "We can talk after I cum."
Rob walked over to a dining room chair that had been in the living room for the past two days, and sat down. As Rob sat and listened, he could hear the lush, wet noises that Rita's mouth was making. She was using very short, shallow stokes, and it made a noise reminiscent of a cat lapping up milk. The stranger grunted, he grunted again and his whole body went limp. Rita released him from her mouth with a loud pop. She then rose from her knees and joined the stranger on the couch. Her mouth and chin were soaked, and the wetness shone in the lamplight.
"Hi Rob. I couldn't talk before," Rita giggled. "This is Rick."
"What the fuck is going on here?" Rob barked.
Rick explained that he had been fucking Rita for two months. He was a mechanic, and they met when she brought in her car for a transmission check. Rita would occasionally tease Rick's soft cock as he spoke.
"Rick and I have been talking," Rita nervously interjected.
"Really? And what have you been talking about?" Rob snarled.
"Hey, treat the lady with respect," Rick countered. "We've been talking about your situation."
"What situation?" Rob inquired.
"Rita doesn't feel that you're generous enough. You don't give her enough money. You don't give her enough sex. And we've been talking over ways to rectify the situation," Rick said in a plain, matter of fact tone.
