Clint's parents were not happy with his choice of career. They were constantly on him to follow in the footsteps of his older brother and get a degree. Or two or three or four or however many degrees Kent had by now. An overweight, out-of-shape perpetual student who still lived at home, for some reason, Kent was his mother's favorite. Clint was tall, athletic, and good-looking while Kent was a gelatinous blob. Yet he was held up as the gold standard. Every interaction with his mother ended up with her haranguing him for not being more like Kent. It was "Kent this" and "Kent that" and "Kent was the best son ever." After leaving home, Clint kept low to no contact with his family.
So, Clint progressed and within a couple of years had also taken the required ASE tests to receive his Master Technician certificate. By this time, Clint had also decided that he was ready for college, and by the time he received his Master Tech certificate, had also completed his first year of college. His intelligence and hard work impressed his district manager who talked Clint into the management training program. Being a store manager would be a cut in pay for Clint after being a Master Tech, although if he was successful, his bonus would more than makeup for the shortfall in pay.
Clint was wildly successful as a store manager. This was also where he met Fallon. Fallon Harper was a gorgeous blonde. Tall and athletic, she had been a volleyball standout in high school and had received a scholarship to the University of Texas on an athletic scholarship. She was working on a BS in Textiles and Apparel while working for Engstrom's. The luxury department store chain had offered her an intern position for which she was paid a stipend. She had also discovered that she really liked working at Engstrom's. Their reputation for providing excellent customer service was unapparelled and was the ideal for which so many businesses strove. Their employee handbook was internationally famous for only consisting of a 3.5"x2" business card on which was printed the phrase
"ALWAYS DO THE RIGHT THING FOR THE CUSTOMER."
Fallon had decided to stay with Engstrom's once she received her degree; a decision which she had never once regretted.
She was on her way to work for her first day as a real, permanent employee and not an intern when she had a flat tire. Fortunately, she was only a block away from Clint's store. She was near tears as she explained her situation to the tall, nice-looking guy with the store manager's name tag that read "Clint."
"Okay, first off, don't panic. We'll get you there on time. Jimmy will take you to work and we'll get your tire fixed. If you can't get a ride after work, we'll pick you up."
Fallon was stunned. Although she was used to the excellent customer service provided by Engstrom's, she was always surprised when other businesses provided a great experience. Clint and his Fastrock store became her repair shop of choice and she never hesitated to recommend him or his store due to his honesty and character.
Clint's success as a store manager led the regional vice president to talk to him about becoming a district manager. By this time, Clint had earned a degree in Business Analytics with a minor in supply chain logistics from the McCombs School of Business at UT. He had begun work on his MBA when he was promoted to the position of assistant district manager of the Austin district.
On his last day as store manager, Fallon coincidentally appeared for a scheduled appointment for an oil change. Clint introduced Fallon to his replacement and explained to her that he would no longer be working at that store. Fallon became very emotional at this news. She had long been attracted to Clint but had purposely kept herself distant from him. She hated herself for being a snob, but she did not think a tire store manager was someone who would mesh with her dreams and aspirations. Now, faced with the prospect of never seeing him again and realizing that she trusted him implicitly, she had a small internal crisis.
"Have dinner with me," she said.
Clint was shocked into silence. He had been telling the new store manager the tale of how he had first met Fallon when she interrupted him to ask him out. He just gaped at her.
"Seriously, please go to dinner with me," Fallon asked, looking at him intently.
And so, they began to date. A year after Clint completed his MBA, the Austin district manager retired and Clint was promoted to that position. Six months later, Clint and Fallon were married.
Clint's family did not have a big role in his marriage. He had not planned to have his brother participate until his mother literally got down on her knees to beg Clint to give his brother a role. Clint relented and asked his brother to be an usher. Kent sneered at him and made a snide comment about not being good enough to be a groomsman.
Clint said, "You don't want to be an usher, then don't be an usher. I'm only asking because Mom asked me to ask you." Kent accepted the role, mostly to be around Fallon, whom Kent had fallen madly, obsessively in love with.
Fallon, on the other hand, had a great relationship with her parents. Still married and in love with each other after thirty-five years, Howard and Karen Harper were the kind, loving parents that every child needed. They had recently relocated to Franklin Farms, a fifty-five-plus gated, golf community outside of Austin. Howard continued to work, but Karen had retired from her job as a high school English teacher and had developed a passion for pickleball since moving to Franklin Farms.
Shortly after Clint and Fallon married, Fastrock decided to reorganize their districts and regions and do away with the district manager position. The Austin district would be divided into four areas instead of one district and instead of being in charge of all Austin stores, Clint was invited to apply for one of the four area manager positions. Clint decided to test the job market.
Clint received an offer from Fenix Financial in their automotive extended warranty division. Although he did not have experience in the automotive warranty business and had never worked in an office, his automotive mechanical knowledge and his MBA impressed the CEO, Michael Sullivan enough that Clint was offered a position as a claim supervisor in their call center. Six months later he was promoted to claims manager, and nine months after that, to Director of Claims.
In the meantime, Fallon had held the position of manager of Fast Forward Fashion at the Austin Engstrom's before being promoted to manager of women's apparel. After that, it was to store operations manager before finally being named as store manager. It was unusual that a store manager had risen through the ranks while staying in one store. Unusual but not unheard of. The Engstrom brothers thought highly of Fallon and promoted her accordingly.
Her home life had gone almost as well. As she had been promoted, so had her husband. They had two children; a daughter named Chloe and then eighteen months later, another daughter that they named Emily. Clint was now a Senior Director at Fenix and Fallon was a vice president, the position for which a store manager was slotted at Engstrom's. Their combined incomes were over $250,000 per year, not counting bonuses. Although they were both high earners, they also had the house note, car notes, and private school tuition to go along with their positions. Clint had balked at upgrading the house and their vehicles, but Fallon had insisted and as he usually did, he let Fallon have her way. They had not been able to pay down their debt the way he would have liked. Clint had very little student debt when he completed his MBA because he had gone to school nights and weekends while he worked full time. Fallon on the other hand had only worked intern positions while going to school and had racked up substantial college debt. Not to mention the note on her Mercedes plus her sizable Engstrom's credit card balance. Even with her employee discount, she sometimes could not believe how much she spent on clothes. That was one billing statement she made sure never came to the house.
Through all this, their sex life never faltered. They made love at least five times a week, and some weeks more than that. There was never any indication that Fallon was unhappy or cheating on him.
Clint was in total shock at what his wife was doing in the video. With his brother. And filming it and posting it online! What the actual fuck??? Clint was at a loss.
Terry had gone home, leaving Clint at the bar to ponder his life. He was on his third old-fashioned and would have to take an Uber home. That meant getting up early in the morning and taking an Uber back to Ricardo's to get his car. Shit.
Clint had made a note of Fallon's PostItt user name of p/FallenBBCHotwife, which he assumed was a play on her name. As Clint sat at the bar, he opened a PostItt account so that he could view the uploaded videos. There had been twelve videos and thirty-five still photos uploaded to her account. Each video followed the same script. One or two black men would have unprotected sex with Fallon, ejaculate into her, and then his brother Kent would perform oral sex on Fallon, licking out, and then swallowing their semen while pretending to be her cuckolded husband. At no time did Kent have penetrative sex with Fallon. In most of the videos, the user name of the participants was listed as well. A search of their user names on PostItt showed Clint that the same men seemed to go from FapFans user to FapFans user, acting as a "bull" for them. Each PostItt page directed the viewer to a FapFans page for the women where they would advertise themselves as "hotwife" who enjoyed cuckolding their husbands. It appeared to be some sort of sick circuit, Clint thought. The same twelve to fifteen women with their own FapFan's page having sex with the same half-dozen or so African-American men. To Clint, it was obviously an adult, pornographic version of what the British called a pantomime. A staged presentation designed to fool no one and everyone; the roles specifically defined and the actors playing their part in the production; the "hotwife," the "cuck" and the "bull(s)." Clint shook his head at the absurdity of it all.
