Newlyweds and Hot Lusty Beds

by Bob McNeil and Mandi Rain

Subject: Last Night

     Alicia, via this email, I want you to know something. Of course, to say the least, with my whole soul, I want you again. Everything about you was formed to please. I mean, look at you. Your side-swept bangs with the brown highlights are cute enough to be in a fashion magazine. Those almond-shaped eyes emanate beams of lust. Jeez, I got it bad. Hell, I even love the way your narrow nose crinkles up when you’re getting dicked. Lest I forget, I better mention those heart-shaped lips and the way they quiver when you’re cumming hard. Speaking from the heart, every part of your bronze body is appealing. Come on, really, what hetero male wouldn’t want a woman who is 5’8 with 36-26-36 measurements?

     Honestly, you've got it all: a bright brain, a beautiful body, and a lovable disposition. Again, everything about you is great except for your damnable husband.

     Day upon day, a lot of good-looking ladies need a shamus like me to get some info on some two-timing husband. Lord knows I’ve seen things that would make folks rethink taking their marriage vows.  I’ve been around.  Just when I believed these old brown eyes of mine saw it all, you came into my sleuthing life. Nothing could've prepared me for your arrival at the Edgar C. Dupin Detective Agency. You came, and the world looked better as a result of it. Maybe it was that black sheer chiffon dress you were wearing. Perhaps it was that perfume. Whichever it was, it made my cock harder than a meteor.

     Amid tears, you told me about the verbal and mental abuse you suffered through during your marriage to Sven Von Unrat. I hated hearing about how that flaxen, muscular tyrant criticized your appearance at the top of his lungs.  Six months of marriage gave you enough knowledge to figure there was something wrong with a man who didn’t want to sleep with his wife. Each word that came out of your mouth was so believable.  Your confession took my heart to a place called sympathy. That feeling, along with my lust, made me put my arms around you. It was my way of saying that you deserved a lucrative divorce. Then, by the time you kissed me on the lips, I knew you needed me the same way I needed you. We were two veterans of couplehood conflicts who were pleased to find comfort in another lonely and hurt person.

     I'm glad you accepted my offer to go out for dinner and drinks.  Those prices at the Gramercy Tavern were worth seeing you smile and enjoy yourself. Kissing you between the appetizer and entrée was tastier by far. Feeling your pussy up under the table was a real finger-tasting treat too.

     Being a classy person, you didn’t complain about the cab ride or the condition of my apartment in the Bowery. Obviously, it wasn’t the swankiest place to take a queen of your caliber. None of that mattered once we took off our clothes and wound up in my bed. Never before had I been so eager to be with a woman. Solely based upon your eagerness, you didn’t require more foreplay either. Between your legs, there was a hot tub bubbling, baby.

     The way you grabbed my shoulders when I pushed my Jimmy-cap-wearing cock told me you were longing for some powerful strokes. Tongue-connected, the two of us kept moving like an ocean’s waves. Looking frog-eyed, I stared at your ample breasts bob to our rhythm. Your sexual instincts were right on time. Something told you to hold my neck and move my mouth down to suck a tit.

     Breathlessly, you asked to get on top. Letting you sit and ride my cock was more than my balls could take. Considering I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time, it was amazing my sperm sprouter lasted that long. Your declaration that you were cumming was a relief. That genital castle of yours was too good. Straight away, I had to come inside your doors.

     Hey, listen, I understand that you can get another tall, trim and tannish guy with a trendy, night-dark high top fade like me anywhere. That is to say, your loveliness can lasso any individual's heart.  Still and all, I can’t wait to see you again.

     Anyway, let me get back to being a professional. Except for those moments when I’m shadowing your husband, my mind will be on you, sweetness. Give me a few days, and as sure as my name is Samuel C. Battle, I’ll have a report for you.

Subject: Re: Last Night

     Sam, let me start off by saying how good it is to have a man appreciate how I look. I put a lot of effort into staying fit for my husband, but he doesn’t even notice me. It’s been such a long time since I felt like a true woman. You made me forget about my husband and all of the issues we have for a moment.

     When I walked into your agency to ask for help, I wasn’t expecting to meet such a handsome older gentleman. I couldn’t help noticing how great you looked in your tailored suit. Your well-formed physique made me forget the main reason why I came to see you. The way you absorbed my entire body in one glance made me want to sit on your face right there.  I tried my best to maintain my composure.

     All I wanted to gain from visiting was some type of closure. I wanted you to confirm my suspicions about my husband. I was going to deny your dinner offer at first because of a need to keep things professional. Contrary to that idea, I couldn’t take my eyes off of that bulge that was growing between your legs. Nor could I ignore the throbbing between my legs, either. Every single thing experienced with you was way better than I ever imagined.

     My time with you in your apartment was like a painkiller after months of a headache. And, as soon as we were behind the door, the juices from my pussy started to run down my thighs.

     Oh, that first thrust, that first thrust of yours, Sam, I think about it for hours every night. While playing with my clit, I have put myself to sleep by imagining you inside of me, fucking me like you did that night over and over again. Sven is rarely home; therefore, I have plenty of time to think about you and long for you.

     Deep down I feel like I am no better than Sven by giving myself to you so freely. I couldn’t help myself. My mouth and pussy craved your taste and touch when you stuck your fingers inside of me under the table.

     I think it will be best if we focused on what I hired you to do. Give me the proof I need to divorce this no-good husband of mine. I don’t want our transgressions to get in the way of me having a clean break from this sham of a marriage. Eventually, once this is all over, I would love to feel you inside of me again as soon as possible. Until we finish this job, let’s call off the sex for a while.

Subject: You’re a lovely distraction.

     Alicia, my original intention when I started this second message was to tell you about that no-good husband of yours. Something happened to my fingers and mind since I started typing. Other than expressing my need to be with you again, nothing else seems to matter. I am obsessed with you, that’s all. Even here and now, I can’t think of anything other than fucking you again. Admittedly, I am not being professional.

     Next time I see you, let me nibble on your ears, play twister with your tongue, suck on your neck, nurse on your breasts, and mine for sensations in your punany. I’m going to pull on every bit of your clit. Nothing is going to stop my mouth from motoring prior to your coming.

     Furthermore, by the time your pussy is an overrunning pool, I am going to hammer between your haunches in the hard manner you like. Around at that moment, right before you get sore, I am going to slow down.  Thereon, I’m gonna give you the sensitive maneuvers that your body craves.

     Being that you have beautiful feet, at some point, I must lap your toes the same way an obedient dog would. Every part of you, even each foot, is beautiful.  Those feet must get the worship they deserve. Overall that fetish should give my cock an opportunity to calm down. There’s no need for me to race.  The longer I wait, the greater my outflow of lust will be.    

     OK, by providing some info about your soon-to-be-divorced husband, I’ll get my two heads off sex.  About every day, around 12 pm, he leaves his late father’s company, Unrat Investment Securities LLC on 555 West 57th Street, and doesn't come back until the next day. This guy cares about other people’s financial assets the same way I enjoy reading trigonometry books on the toilet. LOL. He gets in that Aston Martin DB5 of his and drives off to a loft on Christopher Street in Greenwich Village. Thus far, even though it frustrates me, I can’t get inside. Sorry, to date, I don’t know who is in there. It’s my surmise that he’s got some female squirreled away for his extracurricular nuts.

     Don’t give up on me. Trust me, I’ll show you why people call me a Good Aim Shamus. Fear not, I got this target in the line of site.  

Subject: Re: You’re a lovely distraction.

    Sam, thank you for the update on my roommate. I longer consider Sven to be a husband. We already reached the road’s end of this marriage sham. 

     That address you mentioned sounds familiar. I think I saw a bill from there or something else.

     Enough about him. I must comment about the way you said you wanted to suck my toes and worship my feet. This is something I haven’t had done in years. Yet, it’s something I long for, my love. I can picture you sucking each one, giving them the attention they long for now. The fantasy of this alone has my inner walls throbbing and my nipples erect.

     The thought of having you suck on my nipples and massage my breasts, while I massage your rock-hard penis with my hand is the only thing that keeps me going.

     My pussy doesn’t want to end this letter; however, I must act like a wife and have dinner with Sven. The maid informed me that he was waiting in the dining room. I would rather be putting on this garter belt and thigh highs to come to see you so I can ride your face for hours, but duty calls.

     You are always on my mind, Sam.

Subject: Thanks

     Alicia, that quickie we had in your limo really took away a lot of stress in my scrotum. My balls feel twenty pounds lighter. Sex with you was awesome. Doing it less than a mile from the mansion that you and your husband share made the session even hotter.

     Aside from a graduation celebration, I haven’t really spent a lot of time in a limo. That wasn’t the only first. It was weird, wet, and wonderfully delicious to go down on you in the moving car. Lapping you between your lady lips was what really inspired my cock. All you had on was that Glittering Sequin Mesh Bodycon Mini Dress. You hiked it up to reveal your shaved cunt. And, I, no better than an obedient dog, licked you, my master.

    Aware that fame and fortune hadn’t made you selfish, I wasn’t surprised about your reaction to cumming. Appreciative of the oral work I did, you got up and told me to sit where you were. You pulled my pants down and went down on me as if you hadn’t eaten in years. Seriously, what I loved most was the way you smiled after my sperm protein shot all over cleavage.

     Today, quite relieved from the load off my balls, I can concentrate on your case. OK, so here are the facts: Your father-in-law, Ivan Unrat had more money than Vanderbilt and Rockefeller combined.  In contrast, he was poor when it came to understanding others. Nor was he forthcoming about his Last Will and Testament. He put a combination lock on his mouth when it came time to that subject. It doesn’t matter now. The codger is dead and his secret is out. I did some investigating.  Moneybags Unrat’s document stipulates that his only son, Sven, must marry a woman in order to get an inheritance. Furthermore, he must remain married for at least a year.  Otherwise, he forfeits his inheritance.

     Tomorrow, I’m going to pay that place in the Village a little visit.

Subject: Re: Thanks                                                        

     I am writing this quickly because Sven has been hovering over me like a drone since we were together in the limo. Despite the fact that the driver signed a nondisclosure contract with me, I think he mentioned something to somebody.

     Repeatedly, I vowed not to be intimate with you before this case was over.  But, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I read your letters several times a day. Each time I read them, my body wanted to taste and feel your lips all over me. When we had that short amount of time together, I couldn’t say no.

     The way you made me cum in your mouth still makes me shiver. For instance, while driving to the store this morning, I felt your tongue part my lips and suck me dry. Of course, I had to pull over in the parking lot to make my pulsating pussy calm down.

     I am happy you enjoyed our oral session in the limo. Unfortunately, Sam, that can’t happen again. We have to be more careful about what we do. For all we know, Sven could be having us followed. The fact that his father put that little clause doesn’t surprise me one bit. He knew his son would probably sell off the company and spend all of his money on lavish things that he doesn’t need.

     Now that I was able to help you release that load, we can focus on the main task. That is, as you know, getting me out of this hellish marriage.

     I hate to leave you.  Someone is coming up the stairs.

     Always thinking of you, sweetheart.

Subject: You surprised me.

     Alicia, my dear, had you not come over to my place unexpectedly, I would’ve tailed your husband sooner.

     Now, about tails, doing it doggy style in my kitchen was hot. Even my freshly percolated coffee wasn’t that hot. The way that golden ass of yours jiggled when I dug deep into your pussy gully was worth all the oil in Texas to my horny eyes. Jeez, at one point, I believed my manhood hit a water main when you came. Your juices baptized your leg, my dick, and the floor. My balls were too enthralled by you and all, they had to leave a dripping deposit as well.

     Upon finishing my shower, while you were asleep, I drove over to your husband’s hay for humping in the Village. That stakeout only took a few hours before he left, as per usual.

     My next move wasn’t usual or ethical.  I disguised myself as a utility worker. Donning a sun-yellow fluorescent vest and a hardhat, I looked real official. Supplied with a clipboard and a walkie-talkie, I was ready.

     Hold onto your head, it’s going to explode in a minute. Guess who or what answered the door. Give up? A plus-size trans woman with bobbed brown hair opened up and greeted me.  By plus-size, I guess her measurements were in the Ashley Graham range. She was wearing a Geo Embroidered Mesh Cover Up Dress. I don’t know why they call it a cover-up because it revealed the fact that she didn’t have on a bra. Even the pink panties couldn’t cover up the cock bulge.

     Chatty as ever, she told me her name was Venus.  My mind figured Venus was Victor back in the days.

     Embarrassing yet true, I stammered as if my tongue was new to speech. I explained that there was a water main problem in the neighborhood. Your reaction earlier helped me with that lie. The transgender cremeschnitte took the bait. Under the pretense of checking pipes, I put bugs and surveillance cameras around the place. And what a place your husband and his lover have together. The six-story, almost 19,144-square-foot brick behemoth has everything a king would desire. Sheer envy prevents me from telling you about everything in there.

     Venus, who was on the phone with a model agency, couldn’t care about what I was doing. Eavesdropping helped me learn some other things about your husband’s “girlfriend.” I heard her say, “I am the most popular pansexual, polyamorous, transsexual model around. So, if they want a nude spread, my ass needs more money. Yeah, yeah, I’m calm. My purse isn’t, nevertheless. OK, you work it out. Right, Abe, give me a call then. Talk to you. Too-da-loo.”

     You know, I could’ve saved myself that brief encounter with Venus. I should’ve known that your husband was interested in something else besides lady parts. Here’s what should’ve tipped me off: Pops, you know, Ivan Unrat, insisted in his Will that the marriage must be between a man and a woman. It kind of makes you wonder what your husband’s interests were previous to marriage, right. All that blood flowing to the head in my trousers made me overlook the importance of that statement. 

     It’s a wrap for tonight. I am heading back to the Sleuth Sanctum to get some rest.

Subject: Re: You surprised me

     Yeah, I am shocked though my mind shouldn’t be. Everything you discovered clarified my suspicions about Sven. Oh, had he told me about his sexual preference from the beginning, we could’ve come to some kind of agreement. It would’ve been understood that our marriage was for the inheritance, a marriage of convenience. Damn, he could’ve saved himself the embarrassment of being unable to fuck me.

     Sam, at this point, I need a distraction from all this marital drama. I don’t even want to think about him right now. I miss you inside of me. I miss you sucking and worshipping my feet, ankles, legs, thighs, and vagina. I need to feel your dick fucking me right now. Just the release of cum can help me get over my anger for Sven.

     Taking all that is going on into consideration, I shouldn’t rush from this relationship and start another so soon. Forgive me, dear, I need more time.

Subject: I understand.

     Alicia, no question about it, you’re supposed to be upset. Shoot, if somebody told me my husband was screwing some transgender person behind my back, I would be upset, too. Wait, I’m straight. That analogy didn’t come out right. LOL!

     Brighten up and look at this situation from the perspective of the number of zeroes your bank account is going to have real soon. Sven and his lover can do whatever they do. Once they’re done doing that to-do, we are going to use the pictures and videos as leverage for a settlement that’s gonna make Anna Torv jealous.

     Why don’t you come over to my place when you can? Let me make you smile in two places.

Subject: Re: I understand.

     Sam, honestly, I am aching for a good fuck to take the pain of this marriage away. Some stiff dick would do me well. Even typing this now isn’t preventing me from putting fingers in my cunt. All my lust and love for you is real. Nonetheless, there is a real need for me to take some time away from our relationship. I must figure out what needs to be done with Sven.

     Bye for now, Sam.

Subject: yet another surprise.

     Alicia, see, I told you that giving me a visit was going to improve your disposition. It only took you a few days before coming around. Earlier, after requesting your company, I was under the impression you were going to stop by my crib. Silly me, I had envisioned us discussing the pictures and videos of your husband and his whore. By now, I figured you saw them in your email. Nothing, I mean nothing, could have prepared me for the sight of you walking thru my company’s door. Dazzling as ever, you had on a great grey trench coat. Besides my eyes, I think the cleaning lady suspected that you didn’t have on anything under that garment. As always, your timing was perfect. None of the staff was there.

     Behind the closed door of my cluttered office, you made me forget about everything else in the world. I won’t be able to look at my desk the same way again. Now and forever, I have the image of your two legs and your feet in stiletto heels spread on that mahogany surface.

     Admit it, the fact that you were looking at a video of your husband and his lover made me our sex even hotter.  You enjoyed seeing your husband dressed as a French maid. Watching him on his knees as he sucked that shemale turned you on. Little did you know, hubby could put about nine inches in his throat without gagging? Fuck, I’m straight and the sight of that thick member in a saliva sauna kept me hard and hot. Odd indeed, since I don’t normally think about that kind of sex. 

      Right or wrong, I considered posting that video of your husband on www.xxxinfidelity.com, especially the part where he opens his ass for his friend’s fat cock.  Don’t worry about that idea.  In spite of how great it would be to humiliate that rich prick, I won’t.

     Another thing about that video, I could tell it wasn’t Sven’s first time getting a rail in the rear.  Other than the single-camera angle, the video looked professional. Those two queens went at it like pros. Remember how the shemale kept thrusting her condom-protected cock while smacking your husband’s ass. Those hits were so hard my sphincter felt them.

     Never, at any other time in my life, did I see a person who looked so feminine whip off a condom and cum all over a masculine man’s face. And, what a rainfall it was. Venus, that horny thing, must’ve saved her load for a week. Sven’s spunk spritz was massive as well. Go figure, arrow-straight types can be as effeminate as a frilly dress. Go figure, female-looking folks enjoy being the jockey in the sexual Belmont Stakes. That proves the following point: People, provided it’s consensual, should be free to get off the way they want.

     That's enough of that philosophical stuff.  I need to tell you to lawyer up. Legally, you can use the photos of Sven and Venus holding hands and kissing in the Village. Hold the other stuff, by that I mean the sex tape, for leverage or blackmail. Understanding that type, Sven will probably settle with you out of court. My advice to you is simple: stay married to him for the full year and collect your money after he gets his inheritance. Cheer up, you won the lottery of relationships.

     I won, too. I won the affection of the hottest and smartest sister around.

Subject: Re: yet another surprise.

     This is winning, I guess. Yet, I feel a loss of trust. Exceeding all else, I feel betrayed.

     I don’t know. Maybe, if I had used a strap-on and fucked his tail feather, our marriage would’ve worked. Who knows? Maybe it still could.

Subject: I got the check.

     Of course, as you can imagine, I am happy about the generous amount you sent for my services. That lovemaking we did had more value than money.  Your love was rich with pleasure. I would trade the check for another night between your vaginal folds.

Subject: Re: I got the check.

     Keep the check. You earned it. Haul that cock over to my place. Now that my husband and I came to an agreement, you can enter through the front door. Sex toys and threesomes with Venus have made married life downright enjoyable again. Your presence will be the present that this marriage really needs—a macho man.

The End

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