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Monday, October 9, 2017

[SS-356] Other Mister


[OTHER MISTER]

When your wife left, you snake back in your house from your basement compartment.

You told her that you are going out of town for an office training. You said so because you wanted to hide in that secret space. 

You have known that she has been cheating on you with a coworker. You know that he visits your house whenever you spend your weekends at work. You have caught them making love in the kitchen. You recorded them using a hidden camera you planted.

As you expected, the man came in the house as soon as you swooped in the basement. When you heard your wife declaring that she will go out to buy stuff in the marketplace, you decide to emerge from your hiding place.

You peer through the window and see the man walking by the pool in just his towel. He looks impressed with the scaping of their outdoor garden and swim area. 

Based from his mannerisms, skin complexion and hair color, the other man seems to be a downtown thug-- a muscular thug with a nice appeal.


Probably, your wife told him he can try the pool out. And so now he's there, dipping in the water in his purple cycling shorts. The shorts look familiar. It is yours. Damn. The guy is taking hand me downs.

Unlucky for him, you are ready for a confrontation. And you are not scared of his thug aura. You are three time body building champion. You have wrestled men's faces on the mat.

You take your clothes off. You leave your black posing suit on. You peer at yourself at the mirror. You flex your trained muscles.

You walk out of the house and by the front stairs, you shout at him. "Hey dummy!"


He turns to you. He panics. He manages to pull himself out of the water and run.

But your triathlete legs catch up to him. You sieze his arm. 

He shakes under you.

You grin, "you seem tense. You probably know who i am."

"Look man. This was your wife's idea. Let me leave," he pleads.

"You're gonna pay for fucking my wife!" you scowl at him as you tear his-- or your shorts. His dick is shrinking in fear.

"You fuck my wife with that?" you tease him. Then you turn him around, swiftly remove your trunks and penetrate his hole.

"Gaaaaahd noooo please!" he cries.

But you do not listen. You continue thrusting hard and fast.

Then he starts whimpering.

"Ohh. The mister is liking my cock in his ass!" you declare as you slow down.

"Please. Ughh... fuck me... fuck me man!" he gasps.

You hold his hair and you continue fucking him. His virgin ass feels so tight and warm.

Then you hear a woman's shriek.

In front of you is your wife. Her jaw down. Her bags on the ground.

You wink at her, "remember your wedding promise honey? What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours."

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