Goddamn it! What am I going to do? I can’t let her get hurt, but how do I explain my suspicions? I certainly can’t tell her it was the expression on his face when you sucked him off! I lie on my bed, all thoughts of jerking off having vanished when I saw Chris’ face. I focus on calming my breathing and try to analyze this like any other security breach. It only takes a few minutes of rational thinking to devise a plan of action. I need to find out everything I can about this guy. Shit, I don’t even know his last name.
I’m still lying there an hour later, when I hear the shower. Turning on the bathroom monitor, I verify that they are both in there. I can’t help watching for a minute and my cock stirs, as Chris lathers soap all over Connie’s luscious tits. Switching off the monitor, I pull on my pants and grab a pen and my notebook.
Tiptoeing down the hall, I enter Connie’s room and find Chris’ wallet in the back pocket of his pants. I jot down his full name, Chris McEwan, along with his address, driver license number, and a couple of his credit card numbers. I replace everything and return to my room, just before their shower ends. I crawl into bed with only one thought on my mind: I’m going to expose this son-of-a-bitch!
The next morning, after a few phone calls to friends who owe me favors, I have the information I need. Now I just have to figure out how to tell Connie. I can’t just blurt out that instead of living with his mother, her boyfriend lives with his wife and three kids.
It seems that after graduating from college with a less than stellar grade point average, Chris took a low level job in his current firm. Not lacking in ambition, he married the owner’s daughter and his career path was set. To avoid accusations of nepotism, they keep it very low key and very few people in the office know he’s married. This has worked to his advantage many times over the years, with attractive, young female associates. Poor Connie!
I finally decide that a direct approach is the best and I’m waiting in the living room when she gets home. I’m not sure how I’ll explain what got me suspicious in the first place, but as it turns out, I don’t have to worry about it.
“God! How could I have been so stupid!” Connie says, slamming the front door behind her. She hasn’t seen me yet, so I stand up and walk towards her.
“Oh! Mr. D!” She says, flinging herself into my arms and sobbing against my shoulder. “I’m such a complete idiot!” She cries.
“You couldn’t have known.” I say, wrapping my arms around her and stroking her hair. She pulls her head back from my chest and looks questioningly at my face. “Chris, right?” I ask.
“I talked to his fucking wife!” She exclaims, as more tears escape from the corners of her eyes.
“Come and sit down.” I say, leading her to the couch. “You can tell me all about it.” I sit on the couch and pull her onto my lap, leaning her head against my shoulder.
“His birthday is next month.” She says, sniffling back tears. “I got these tickets for a show in New York that he’s been wanting to see.” She’s wiggling her ass cheeks around on my lap, trying to get comfortable. I’m willing my cock to please ignore her gyrations. “Just before close of business today, I snuck into his office, to surprise him with them. He wasn’t there, so I sat in his chair to wait.” Tears well up again at the memory. “God! I’m so fucking stupid!” She says, pushing her face into my chest.