Caught. What's a husband to do? How should he punish his wife for cheating?
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'She's with him right now, sir. Do you want me to do anything?'
'Yes. Your job. We will put the plan we already discussed into action. We'll be attending the Company cocktail party tomorrow night at the Merriot. I've already booked a room for us and the one next door for your party. We'll be in room 1025, you're in 1023. Just pick up the room key under your own name. It's paid for. Is everything lined up?"
"Yes, sir. Are you sure this is the right way to handle this? It could get out of hand."
'It won't. I'll be there to see to that and so will you. Just be sure everything is in place.'
'Yes sir, good bye.'
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William was sitting in the wing-back chair, scotch neat on the table, absently playing with his pipe and pretending to read the year end reports. He heard Deb come in the front door and throw her keys on the table in the foyer. Her heels clicked on the wood floor announcing her presence in the den.
'Hi honey, sorry I'm late! Did you get my message?'
'Yes I did, dear. Did you get your client under control?'
'Finally! But I'm beat, so if you don't mind, I'll grab a quick bite in the kitchen and then I'm going to bed. Thank goodness the weekend is here!'
'That's fine, darling. Now, remember, we have the cocktail party tomorrow night, but I have a surprise for you - we are just going to stay at the hotel for the weekend - a little get away for us - and then we can really enjoy the party and not worry about driving all the way home.'
'That's a great idea. They have a nice restaurant - can we get there early enough to eat? Then we won't just have the nibbles they serve, but real food.'
'That's the plan. Come give me a kiss and get yourself to bed. I'm going to be up for awhile.'
After she had left the room, William put down the reports and downed his scotch. He got up and refilled with a strange expression on his face. He recalled an earlier conversation with Sam. Remembered asking the usual questions of the cuckold. How could she cheat on him? And with that guy? She had always behaved as if he was her one and only. Well, he now knew for a fact that he wasn't, didn't he? But why? Was it the thrill of the taboo? Was it because she could? Was it the strange cock? Well, regardless of the reason, he told Sam that he was not losing her to some random guy. So, if she wanted more sex and strange cock, that is exactly what she was going to get! And when it was over, she would either be totally pissed or totally his. Either way, he was going to get what he wanted. Her. Maybe for the last time, he told Sam, but she would know exactly how he felt and what he expected of her. Tomorrow night was going to be an experience. Sam was completely on board with the plan. And Deb was totally in the dark. Perfect.
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'That dinner was wonderful! I might have eaten too much though. Hope this cocktail dress still fits', Deb said, laughing. Her trim size 6 figure on her 5'6" frame was perfect for the cute little red dress. She couldn't go strapless though - her 38 D breasts needed the support of a good bra but the cleavage was worth it. She knew that the 'girls' looked good. And her butt wasn't bad either! The dress clung to the tops of her buttocks and fell about 6 inches below the bottoms. Short without being too short, sexy without being slutty. Her heels were nearly the color of her stockings and it made her look almost barefoot. Her gold jewelry was classic and understated.
William watched her digging around in the suitcase, bent over very seductively. She stood up with a confused look on her face and turned towards him.
'Not one pair of panties! I know I took them out of the drawer. How did I manage to not put them in here? With this dress I have to wear a thong but I don't even have panties for tomorrow. Sheesh!'